CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
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ibikemi, what is he doing here?” my mother shouted. The vein in her neck bulged. Her narrowed eyes fixed on Aaron.
I tried to cook up lies, but no amount of lies would give me a pass for bringing Aaron here. I messed up, big time. This was supposed to be a quick visit, one he insisted on. I wanted alone time with him too. Maybe then I'd find out more helpful things, or look through his phone and know more about his friendship with Leinad. Aaron lowered his head, making it impossible for me to see his expression.
“Aaron came for a group assignment. He won't be here for long—”
“I do not care,” she snapped. “Do you have problems with instructions? This boy is rotten and I will not have him pollute you.”
“Please, it’s just school work,” I pleaded. I wanted to cry
