Chap 19

"How did it go in there?" I jeered.

He rolled his eyes shooting daggers at me, still holding his already red cheeks.

"scoundrel!" he cursed icily.

"Go to her! go! go! I won't stop you,Ok? I promise she wouldn't slap you!" I sneered.

"stop it, Bernard" Ann yelled.

"Ok, I'll try!" I said bursting into another wild laughter.

Fred Ignored me and went up the class in shame.

"Freddie! Fred, sorry!"Ann screamed, going after him as he made his way to the class.

I burst into another laughter, recalling the incidents in my head.

SO FUNNY! FRED, NEXT TIME IF I WARN YOU NOT TO GO AFTER HER, OBEY ME!

Zikora's POV ...

Yes.... he really deserved the slap, for not loving me back. but to be honest, I felt really bad that I slapped him. what did the poor boy do?

SUBCONSCIOUS: You're not wrong.... well, you slapped cause he deserved it.

ME: He Came to apologies and you say I ain't wrong

SUBCONSCIOUS: Ok! take a look at your arm.

ME: *sighs* I need to leave.

NOW WHY DID I SLAP HIM....

SUBCONSCIOUS: if you think you're wrong, then, why don't you go apologize then.

Well,I needed to apologize to him if I felt I was wrong. but I'm really shy now. I can't face him, I mean, I can't even look him in the eye. I mustered up courage and went to our class, then to his seat.

"Fre.....ed... Fred!" I cooed.

"just leave him alone, you witch! you slapped him and you humiliated him in front of all the junior students! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT? TELL ME!" She growled, pushing me away from Fred.

"Ann don't you dare touch me! I could get you suspended if i want.STAY.AWAY.FROM.ME" I screamed, emphasizing on my last statement.

"you? get me suspended? you're funny. stay away from Fred he's mine! you left him and I took him!" she yelled, pinning me to the wall.

Everyone was chanting our name, but in a low tone.

NOW, THAT WAS IT! SHE OVERSTEPPED HER BOUNDARY!

I was in pain. she was holding me at my weak point... my wounded arm. it was hurting. seemed she wanted to rip my skin entirely and gosh! I was bleeding.

DON'T BE WEAK! CELEBRITIES DON'T GET WEAK! ZIKORA, YOU CAN DO IT! YES! YES!

Fred was watching us, seems he didn't care. I pushed Ann to the floor giving her one of those slaps I had been reserving for her since the day I learnt she was into Fred. I dragged her by the hair and pushed her to the wall, giving her slaps she'd never forget.

"DON'T" I slapped her.

"MESS" I slapped her.

"WITH" I slapped her

"ME" I slapped her.

"Now don't mess with me!" I screamed, giving her another befitting slap.

I didn't mind if I was bleeding profusely. I kicked her once more, then returned to my seat. I could hear grunt her in pain.

"Now to anyone who rebels against me..I promise to leave that person in the same state, as hers!" I screamed as everyone stared at me in horror.

"Ann! Ann! what happened?" Bernard asked, looking at grunting and crying Ann who laid on the tiled floor.

"Fred! please help me!" she cried.

Fred reluctantly went to her stroking her gently and then offered her, his water bottle.

DIDN'T BERNARD SEE I WAS BLEEDING? HE SHOULD TREAT MY WOUND!

Fred was giving his attention to Ann by treating her wounds with his mini first aid kit which obviously came from his backpack.

NOW WHY'S BERNARD DIFFERENT?

"ohhh, just saw this!" Bernard said, staring at my arm.

"what?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"lemme get you treated" he said, walking up to Fred.

"would you mind.... err... could you lend me your first aid kit. I promise to return it.... as soon as I'm done with it" he begged politely.

NICE! NO ABUSIVE SPEECH. YOU'RE SURPRISING BERNARD!

"Its mine, but I'd give it to her"

"really?"

"yeah! I treat her myself, 'cause its mine!" he said, giving out his polite smile.

"What the...are you mad? she's my girl! I'll treat her." he bawled.

"then forget about the aid kit" Fred said, still on his polite smile.

"Fred please....." Bernard pleaded.

"No!"

"Ok, fine!" he huffed.

Fred came forwar towards me with a cold smile. he took out my hands gently, as he scanned my arm to my face.

WHAT THE FRIED TOMATOES! I WAS GOING CRAZY!

He took out the spirit and then the cotton wool of which he used in treating my wounds and then finally, clothed it with a bandage.

"Can't wait to see you at the party! both you and ya ugly face" he mumbled, staring at me icily.

NOW WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LOVE ME? EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT IF YOU DO!

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I arrived at Bernard's house. the house was magnificent. I drove in with my Aston Martin Vulcan.

YEAH..... YEAH...I CAN DRIVE, BUT NOT SO PERFECT.

I was with Neil and Zimba.

And to be honest, without Ann, I was feeling completely moody.

Nobody to gossip with.

Nobody to teach me 'tips on growing in your fashion style'.

Now all eyes we on me as I alighted the car.... now tell me, why wouldn't eyes be on me?

Don't you guys remember....

I'm Arthur Wills daughter.

I'm Jenny Wills daughter.

And finally, I was the famous... Zizi Kora!

And You know my outfits is way more expensive than ya teeth.

My makeup was simple but fabulous, giving me the perfect look.

GIMME A CHANCE TO EXPLAIN....

My upper lips was painted black and then a lip gloss that made it look shiny. my extra long afro hair were all braided then, giving a nice look with my colorful hair clips. a black eye shadow was painted on my eyelid and then finally, an eyeliner. a big framed hearted sunglasses, that was with over my head.