Should I call her or not?" Ken wondered out loud.It was Saturday morning and he had just returned from the gym down his street. He was pondering whether to call Jane or not.The last time they met was during their dinner at Grizzle which was ruined. All thanks to Miranda. That day, Ken wanted to make it up to Jane. He had suggested that they place another order but she didn't take the offer. He didn't push it because he knew the girl had gone through a lot that night. If it were another girl, she would have walked out on him.It's been a week past the incident and he barely got in touch with Jane. He called her twice on several occasions and she only returned his call once. In class, they only exchanged a few pleasantries and Ken didn't ask about his proposal.Maybe he should just go ahead and place the call he concluded and leaned on the kitchen counter. Since it was a weekend, she was bound to be free or they might reschedule for the next day.He placed the call.Ken sighed and dro
"Just a moment Ken. Please!" Miranda implored and hurried after him.After their class for the day ended around 1 pm, Ken took the route that led to the college library and Miranda followed him so she could pull him to a corner for a conversation.Ken kept taking rushed steps toward the library. He didn't stop or turn back to look at her. As far as he was concerned, she was now pure evil and he needed to stay away from her.She ran after him and was about to grab his shirt in her bid to force him to turn around when he turned to face her with a clenched jaw. "Stop running after me like some damn parasite."She sighed and tried to get closer to him but Ken drifted backward."Would you please listen to me?"Ken arched a brow. "Listen to you? After all the madness you displayed the other day at the restaurant?" He shook his head and glared at her. "If I ever had any respect for you then I want to let you know that it's all gone, Miranda. Only a hooligan would pull out the activities you
Ken's jaw dropped. It was Miranda who tried to seduce him and now she was screaming for help? He tossed her to the floor like a piece of paper and stood up with clenched fists."You bitch!" He cussed with his nostrils puffing hot air.Before he could blink, Charlie was already in the room and had rushed to Miranda's aid. He helped her get off the floor.She got up on the floor while sobbing, she pulled Charlie to herself and immersed him in a hug while Ken watched with astonishing eyes.She quickly slipped behind Charlie as he began taking steps toward Ken to address him."Did you just try to rape my girlfriend?""Rape?" Screamed a shocked Ken. "It was your girlfriend who came to my house and was crying over how you tried to rape her and suddenly, she jumped on me and began to act silly."Charlie broke into a wicked laugh and Ken couldn't be more stunned. He charged toward Charlie and tried to get Miranda to move out from her hiding spot."Tell him the damn truth Miranda!"She didn't
So were you able to get hold of the video?" Walter demanded.He was sitting opposite Charlie in a bar. They were having a drink of whisky and it was a few minutes past 10 pm.Charlie grabbed his glass and raised it to his face. "I didn't collect the video." He replied.Walter sat up with a surprised expression. "What the hell bro? That's the evidence you need to pin that bastard once and for all."Charlie smiled and wiped the corners of his mouth with the edge of his palm. "What do you take me for Walter? A jackass?" He broke into a laugh.After he shared the incident that unfolded in Ken's apartment the other day, Walter had expected Charlie to take over the video from Miranda and have it uploaded to the student's blog. It's been twenty-four hours since the incident and Charlie still didn't own the video."So what are you going to do?"Charlie threw his back against the chair. "It was Miranda's idea to seduce Ken and I liked the idea so after she told me about it, I gave her my bless
We have a test tomorrow!" Ken hinted. At that moment, he needed all the excuses he could make to be free from meeting with Miranda that night.His phone speaker filtered her giggle and he couldn't be more irked. Was she making fun of him?He sighed and rested his back against the wall, waiting for her to speak while he kept drowning in the pool of suspense."You know I love you right?" came Miranda's voice.Ken shook his head. It wasn't what he needed to hear at that moment."I'll do anything for you Ken and as long as you are willing to cooperate, we won't have any issues." She maintained.nKen's brows furrowed in annoyance. Wait till I find my way out of this mess he thought and waited for her to spill out all she was harboring."Since it's late and we both have to study for tomorrow's test, We can cancel the meeting." She said.Ken's heart leaped with joy. Finally, he'll be free from the web she was trying to lead him into, maybe for the height because like the devil, he knew Miran
Come with me!" Ken instructed Jane and took the lead. She followed him to one of the open-space restaurants on campus.As usual, they settled for the last booth. There were no customers in the last row so Ken felt that it was the right space to open up his heart to Jane."Do you want to place an order?"Jane shook her head in disagreement. "I won't even have a glass of water until you tell me why you've suddenly turned into Miranda's puppet.Ken positioned both his hands on the table, looked Jane straight in the eyes, and said. "She's blackmailing me.""Ok..ay!" Jane slurred and dropped her textbook on the table. She raised a brow in confusion, hinting at Ken to say more.He cleared his throat loudly and continued speaking. "Miranda showed up at my apartment one night. She was looking terrible, had no shoes on, and was frightened to death." He paused and shook his head. "If I had known that it was all a ploy, I wouldn't have let her in."Jane was paying keen attention."So I allowed h
"Pick up the damn call" Charlie muttered under his breath with a clenched jaw.He had been calling Miranda severally but she wasn't picking up her calls.There was a problem. He knew it. Miranda was the kind of girl who usually used silence to communicate her problems.Charlie shook his head and decided to give her one more call. She had better not ruin his plans else he'll vent out his frustrations on her.Again, she didn't pick up the call. With a frustrated sigh, he plunged the phone into his pocket and stepped into his car.****She slapped her bag on the table, crossed her legs, and slumped on the chair with a long face.Charlie, who guessed that there was a problem decided to hit the nail on the head. "What's the matter?""Nothing!" She mumbled and turned away, maintaining the long face.Charlie had been blowing up her phone. He even threatened her with a text message so she had no choice but to show up at the restaurant.He stretched his hands to the table in his bid to hold he
Charlie threw his head backward and drank the whole content from his glass in a gulp. He pressed his eyes against each other as the whiskey made its way to his system with closed eyes.He propelled the class to the bartender and motioned for another shot. What he needed was a drink. It was noon.After leaving Dr. Gerald's office, Charlie drove straight to the bar after concluding that a drink might ease his tension and at least make him feel better because the rage heating up in him could set the campus on fire. The bartender passed him the drink and Charlie didn't waste any time washing it down his throat. He let out a clumsy belch and pressed his eyes against each other, feeling its soreness. He knew that he had to be mindful of the quantity of drink he was shoving down his tummy else he might drink into a stupor.The clicking of footsteps inside the bar toward him caused Charlie to place his third glass on the counter. He turned around. Charlie sighed and turned around after noti