The Undecided Love

"ALL MEN DO IS LIE"

It was a day to New Year. I had spent the past few days dreaming of Ovie and waking up to another cold feeling in my heart and bed. Not to even mention, I had somehow started withdrawing from activities I usually do with my best friends.

Grey had come visiting and he heard of the situation I was recently in. Normally, Grey would have been an ass and reminded me of the times when he warned me about Ovie and made me feel more miserable, but he was kind enough to just be a shoulder I would lean on. Maybe he thought that in doing so, my heart would turn to him and we'd start a thing of our own.

I also got visits from Eniola and Ife and the couples in the building knew when and when not to start their stupid public display of affection, but at one point, I didn’t care anymore. I even gave Andrew and Ife permission to use Ovie’s room to do their dirty deeds and I really hoped they didn’t change the sheets. But apart from dirty deeds and shows of PDAs, they would all pressure me into leaving my house.

I haven’t changed clothes since that day and I have just been on my bed listening to sad songs and crying over everything. The worst of all is that Spotify would even replay all the songs Ovie and I called ours back to back, like it knew how depressed I was.

The worst song of all out of all of them was ‘Lovers’ and the lyrics were painful.

As I lay in bed with my earphones on and the gang in the living room discussing whatever they were discussing, I found myself drowning in the song and singing along to it:

You told me I would never see you walk away, said you’d never break my heart, never leave me in the dark.

I guess there are just some promises you shouldn’t make, I should have known from the start.

Now I’m in the dark…

He did say he wouldn't leave me and we'd have forever, but here I am now. All men do is lie.

“Dee!” I could hear Andrew’s voice over the music and I removed the earphones so that I could listen to what he wanted to say as he and the gang graced me with their presence.

“What? If it is about leaving this bed, I don’t want to hear it.” I sighed and put my earphones back into my ear but it was yanked away.

“You will leave this house with us young lady, we can’t allow you to be spending New Year depressed.” Ife wrapped his hand around Drew’s waist and I rolled my eyes.

“Leave me be, I didn’t complain to anybody about it.” And I heard sighs across the room. They were all staring at me like I was a lost cause.

“Babe, Ovie would definitely not be lying here all depressed. I’m pretty sure he’s having fun right now.” Eniola sat on the bed and cupped my face. “Don’t let that piece of trash weigh you down.”

I gave it some thought and realized she was right, Ovie would be somewhere right now probably kissing another girl and I’m here sulking.

“What time is the party?” I sighed and proceeded to stand up from the bed as they erupted in cheers.

“By 8.” Grey handed me a bag as I looked at him in confusion. Taking out the contents, I realized they were clothes and Harry Potter glasses with a beanie. Looking through the contents, I was so glad they didn’t get me a dress or I would have changed my mind.

“Let’s be clear that I’m only going for you guys.” I smiled and opened my arms wide for a group hug and they engulfed me in a big one till I was gasping for air. When we pulled apart, I clapped my hands and told them I was going to get ready.

“Let’s go have some fun.”

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There weren’t that many people at the house where the party was held, and with the fact that it was also the host’s birthday, I guess it was friends and plus one or two invite.

The music was at a moderate level, thank heavens, and I quickly found a table where the drinks were and made a beeline towards it. My friends followed behind me and when I grabbed a Monster drink, they looked at me in shock. It was a surprise I didn’t get vodka as usual.

“What? I need the energy for this party.” I took a full gulp and looked around as they made drinks for themselves. I was itching for a cigarette to calm my nerves but I knew Junior would smack it right out of my hands if he saw me with one.

Looking around, I seemed to be the only female wearing ripped dungarees with a fitted black shirt and a beanie, meaning I was the only one not wearing a short gown or a skirt. I didn’t need to, I wasn’t looking for someone to trace his hands up my legs before the party ended.

“We’ll be back. I want to greet Michael and wish him a happy birthday.” Ife called out to me and I waved him off as the rest of the gang took off together to look for the supposed birthday boy. I found some chairs by the wall and decided to take a seat.

I should be getting drunk.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice a guy taking his seat beside me until I felt his breath on my neck. “Hey beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed his head away, “I would seriously stab you, so please, kindly walk away. I’m not in the mood for murder tonight.”

“But I can’t leave you alone, it isn’t something a gentleman is supposed to do.” He dragged and I sighed, shaking my head. I was really losing my patience and really wished I had brought my pocket knife to make my threat more realistic.

“Hey dude, walk. She’s with me.” I heard Grey speak up and we both looked up at him. I let out a sigh of relief and stood up way too quickly and hurried to his side.

“Sorry man,” the dude said and walked away and we both looked at his retreating back before bursting into laughter.

“Thanks, even though I wish I hadn’t left my pocket knife at home so that I can make him avoid me throughout tonight.”

His hands got around my frame and my eyes widened, “He’s still looking at us to confirm if we’re actually together.” He proceeded to kiss my neck and I drew in a sharp breath. My heart was pounding and if not careful, Grey would be able to hear it.

I pulled away and coughed awkwardly, “So I heard you’re dancing tonight.”

“Yeah, Michael is dancing too, even though he’s the birthday boy.” He laughed as he scratched his head before letting his hands fall to his side, “He’s part of my crew.”

“Oh, is he new? Because I don’t think I saw him the last time I came to your dance practice.” He pointed out Michael among a group of boys to me and I took in his features.

“Yeah he is, it hasn’t been three months yet, but he’s really good.” He looked like someone who would be in a clique, like all those popular kids’ stuff, and he would be the one that held more attention among his friends.

It was already 9:45pm before Michael took a mic and yelled into it, stating that the party had officially started and there would be a lot of games going on, so we should grab a seat. I was appalled by the idea because I hated party games, especially when it’s truth or dare, but I grabbed a seat beside a couple who were busy making out and glared at my friends who were opposite me and they mouthed sorry because they knew my hatred for games.

“Since we’re all seated, the first game we’re going to do is to pass the cup. There’s nothing big about this, because the person that has the cup when the music ends will just have to step out. We’d decide whatever the chosen one gets to do.” He laughed and the majority cheered and I silently wished I didn’t ever get to touch the cup.

“If you don’t do what is required, you'll pay a fine of 1000 naira.” I sighed. Great way of making the matter more horrible than it is. I didn't bring cash with me, so how was I going to bail myself out if I actually had the cup in my possession?

“Okay, let’s start.” He yelled once again and took a seat, signalling to the DJ to start the music as he passed the cup to his right. The cup went round once and by the time I was able to pass it to the girl on my right, the music stopped and I let out a shaky breath.

“Okay, who wants to decide what she does?” Michael asked us and Junior raised his hands.

“She should take a girl to the center of the circle and act out s*x positions.” He smirked and I wanted to remove my sneakers and throw it at his face.

The girl glanced round the circle and each time our eyes met, my heart would skip a beat and I would silently pray to God not to let her pick me. After 2 minutes, she walked towards a girl who was laughing with her friends and pulled her into the circle. They got on the floor and started acting out the cowgirl position and asked if one was okay.

“Do one more.” Another guy shouted and the girls proceeded to change into the 69 position as everybody yelled out words of amazement and other stupid chants to hype them up.

More rounds had gone by and Grey had fallen victim as they asked a girl to give him a lap-dance without him getting a b***r. He was definitely enjoying it and I was getting annoyed, but he lost as he got a b***r and the girl was applauded for doing a good job.

Even Andrew had fallen victim and he had to take 5 things away from his partner’s body. Most girls didn’t want to do the dares given to them and they would pay money just to avoid it.

I had almost fallen victim one time, but I escaped it as Grey claimed I was with him since the dare was to go to the bathroom with another guy, which I didn’t want to do, so I was thankful as Grey intervened.

The last round was starting and I was relieved because I hadn’t done anything stupid, until the music stopped and the cup was in my hand. My eyes widened and I glanced at Junior in panic and looked around, but Grey wasn’t there.

Shit.

I gulped and stood up, walking to the middle and the guys cheered. This wasn’t the time to be scared, so I faced everyone and smiled, just hoping that I wouldn’t get something that I couldn’t do.

“Well, a guy should rub her boobs for 30 seconds.” I heard a girl say and I vowed to myself that I would kick her pancaked face if I met her later.

A guy was picked as I saw Grey walk back to the circle with confusion and I looked away. The guy walked up to me and told me he’d start whenever he was ready and he was not going to place his hands under my shirt.

“Just get on with it, not like you’re that attractive and would make me horny.” I rolled my eyes and showed him my back as he placed his hands on my breasts and rubbed them. I saw Grey squeezing his fists like he was angry at either me or the guy for taking on the task.

After 30 seconds, his hands dropped and I walked back to my seat, not paying attention to the cheers as Michael approached me and started small talk. The music was back on and people were grinding on each other and being occupied with whatever.

“You were wonderful.” He smiled as he handed me a cup of alcohol. On a normal day, I wouldn’t accept a cup from another person if it was drugged, but I had my friends watching and I didn’t really care about anything. If I could stand there and get my breasts smooched, I could face anything tonight.

“Wonderful how?”

“Well, other girls would drop money but you just did it.” I glanced at the contents of the cup and took a huge gulp. I suddenly felt the urge to pee and asked him to show me where the bathroom was. After he gave me directions, I found my legs taking me there.

After emptying my bladder and washing my hands and adjusting my clothes as I looked at the mirror, I stepped out of the room and was suddenly pushed against the wall.

“What are you doing, Grey?” I winced in pain before I realized he was the one who had cornered me. The hallway was empty so no one would even see this damsel in distress.

“Why did you allow him to touch you like that?” He pushed his face closer to mine and I had to face the other way.

“Why are you acting like my boyfriend? Last time I checked, you were the one happy with the lap-dance given to you.” I hissed and tried to push him away but he grabbed my hands and placed them over my head.

“It was a game.”

“So was mine. It is just a game.”

“I can’t call that a game, you’re mine only and no one is meant to touch what’s mine.” He let out and when I was about to retort back, he locked his lips on mine. I struggled to break free but he only tightened his grasp on my hands and I was rendered helpless. I couldn’t even raise my knees to give him a jab in his balls because he stood in-between my legs, so I opted for one thing. I bit his lips hard.

He let go of my hands and I slapped him across the face. “You don’t get to tell me what to do or what not to do. I’m not yours Grey, don’t spoil whatever friendship we have between us.” And I walked away.