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°CHAPTER ONE•
'Oh John, If only you hadn't broken up with me'
ΔIrene
Her face had the impression that she was shocked and confused.
"I don't understand?" she asked him.
Her feisty brown eyes boring holes into his.
It was left a week until they had to resume back to school, and John, Ire's boyfriend, for to 2 months now had called her and asked to meet in Jabi Lake Mall.
She had known it was something.
Something that was not an outing, as they had not seen since the beginning of the holiday.
When she arrived and had reached out to kiss him, he had gently pushed her back and said in his words 'I can't do this anymore'.
No greeting, no nothing nothing.
"Ah, Irene I'm breaking up with you" John finalized.
Calling her 'Irene' instead of 'Ire' a name that only her close friends and family called her.
"But-" she tried
"Irene, see I can't do this, what we had was something, but I've fallen for another person"
Irene's insides were blazing with mild anger.
How pathetic of her boyfriend to dump her because of her friend.
Was it not him that had said I love you last night?
Or abi it was juju?
But he liked Hassana.
Her best friend.
All the ways he would bring up her best friend in conversations.
All the secret looks of longing.
Everything. She had overlooked them.
Up until Miriam, one of her suppliers of information had told her about the incoming breakup.
It came had first come out as confusion, then shock, as if she wasn't able to comprehend what Miriam had told her.
Then downright burning anger.
How could she?
Hassana?
No!
Thought Irene.
Miriam had told her this, and now she had to act the role of the hurt girlfriend.
She gave John a burning look.
Then turned hot on her heels as she walked to her limo knowing he would follow.
"Wait!" "Irene I can explain" John called.
Running after her, he knew how irrational she could be when angry, and with a flick of her finger, the person the anger was directed to, would burn.
She turned sharply, "What, shebi it was you, who wants to break up?, eh?, was it not you?, me I've never seen someone who wants an out of relationship running after the other half" she spiked.
"No, Ire understand, see ba, Hassana doesn't know I like her, she wouldn't do that to you" John knew how sharp ire's brain was, she could figure out anything in mere minutes.
"Eheh!, lies" "Lies" she repeated,
"I can see it now, you know I had my doubts John" she sobbed, bringing attention to herself as bystanders who had nothing to do watched.
If there was one thing one should know, was that Irene loved crowds, she loved to be the center of attention.
To be the one people paid their sole attention to.
"Ire I'm not tied down to you, I can move on, we've been in this relationship since when? Haba now"
"Oh so I'm tying you down" Irene sobbed more, sliding to the rough ground.
She wanted people to watch, get angry with John, heck even beat him.
By now they had spectators, a large number of people waiting for something juicy to happen.
As if knowing what she was doing, John grabbed her hand roughly and pulled her up, Ire's heart slipped for a second, some memories coming back, but she pushed them out.
"Don't do this here" he whispered.
But Irene had other plans up her sleeve, as she shrieked, pulling her arm from his grip and cradling it.
The shrill sound of her scream reverberated against everyone's eardrums
"Look at you, not only can you cheat on me, you try manhandling me?!," she stated, more tears falling.
"Do you know who I am?" she pounded on him,
His eyes widened, knowing that her father was one of the most influential men in Nigeria and how he loved Ire.
By now people wondered if they were bipolar.
Changing attitudes from angry to sad to scared.
"Sorry" he stammered.
"Sorry my foot" she cursed and beat his chest.
By now they were videoing, probably by the end of today they would end up as one of the hottest couple breakups.
John didn't want that. He liked living the nonexistent life of no one knowing him.
"Please, can we talk somewhere more private" he gritted out.
"Why? so that you will kukuma manhandle me? ba?"
"Stephen" she screamed, like the brat she was.
A lot of people looked more intrigued as they were wondering who this girl was.
Having guards was a rare case in Nigeria, only for the rich and privileged.
A buff man appeared behind her. Muscles bulging at every fiber of his being. He had on low cut and a face that could both scare and allure everyone.
With a sniffle, she said "He tried manhandling me, I would like to file a report to the police" people whistled, but Irene herself knew she was only bluffing.
'Babe ain't get time for that s**t'
"He is also embarrassing me in front of everyone tell daddy" she continued looking at him, "You are a shameless boy, I hope you rot in hell because daddy would make sure of it. I wonder how your parents taught you" she smirked evilly.
She knew that now, they would be over the net. It would go round their sets mates ears and would also tarnish his and his parent's reputation.
While people would only pity her more.
Something she hated but did it to get attention.
As if for more effect she fell, making it seem like her legs lost balance, but the guard quickly caught her, carrying her bridal style and placing her on the velvety soft cushions of the limo.
John wondered how he was in a relationship with such an actress and a great b***h.
The guard stepped into the limo, getting into the driver's seat.
Thrusting in the keys.
Ire then pushed herself close to the tinted mirror and wind it down, waving at him with a sick smile, they drove away.
'Oh John, if only you hadn't broken up with me' she thought to herself.
Resting on the armchair.
If only he hadn't broken up with her.
He knew; she would make his life a living hell.
Just he wait.
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