hey guys,
second chapter like i promised.
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and hakeem's POV is coming soon.
Mercy's pov
How would you feel if your own blood sister tells your crush, yeah I called him crush, okay so back to what I was saying. How would you feel if she tells him everything about you, embarrassing stuffs and wait lets add the fact that your annoying cousins were also present, laughing and making remarks.
How would you feel as you watch him laugh his ass out? How would you feel when they are arguing on who to say the next thing and it was at that point I promised myself that when they bring anyone home I will talk and even add pictures.
I was actually fuming and they were walking on egg shells all of them. Throughout the car ride they were on the phone with Hakeem.
Anita stretched my phone back and I collected it, harshly might I add. She grinned sheepishly while I just hissed and rolled my eyes.
"I think she's fuming, with her eyebrows folded and her lips in a tight knot, we should all apologize." Sebastian said and the rest nodded with them.
I just hissed and opened the car's door. I stepped out and looked at the big building, it looked beautiful and no wonder it was expensive cause it looked expensive from the outside.
I really didn't want to plait my hair here but I had no other choice since my mum also said I should do it there. I didn't want to annoy her more since she still looked angry.
She once said that she was disappointed, and I was just, I don't know, angry, sad, and so much more.
Why could she not just accept it? Throughout my secondary school life I was the best daughter they could ask for. No love life, no parties, nothing. And I was sure that Idara did all those but they didn't see her.
I am in university now and she's still trying to condemn me for things like this. Her behavior towards me was becoming unbearable and I wasn't that tough in front of her.
All these thoughts just made me more angry and I just entered the building. The building was decorated so good. I looked round the reception, a woman was sitted there and different artworks were arranged.
There was a 'saloon' sign written at the right side of the building and spa in the other. I stayed there not knowing where they wanted to go first.
After walking so sluggishly like a snail they finally got to where I stood.
"babes look I'm sorry." Anita said immediately. I just brought out my phone and I heard them all sigh.
"you know I told you not to go so far." Sebastian said making Anita roll her eyes.
"mercy, my lovely sister, we were just joking." Idara said, if they really want me to forgive them they should bring a peace offering to me then I would consider it.
A lady looked at the entrance and immediately recognized Anita, she was a black American with beautiful long braids designed on her head. Wow.
"hey, welcome to PP Palace. my name is Diamond." She said with a chirpy voice, I smiled at her cause her whole appearance just looked so welcoming.
"hi." We all muttered back,
"okay so the boy can go there, Jack!" she called out. We turned to the direction which she faced while calling the Jack and a very good-looking boy around Idara's age.
He had this big boy image attached to him with the camouflage joggers and a tshirt and leather jacket on top. Did I mention that he was also tall, yeah very tall.
I looked up to meet him and he was facing a particular person, guess who? It was Anita.
I could definitely see the chemistry and their eyes were talking , if I wasn't so angry I would have actually teased her but yeah I was angry and frustrated.
"Jack, this is Anita, you can deal with her. Make sure you give her the best." She said with her chirpy voice, she later called other workers and moments later we were all sitted with our own personal stylist.
We sat down side by side. My stylist's name is Jade and she looked so cool. I grabbed my phone and went to watssap, Hakeem had sent lots of messages and I was sure if I reply now he will surely send a message back. He doesn't sleep, always online.
Me; hey, what are you doing?
I asked not replying the rest of the messages which consisted of questions about all the things some people said and if it was true so I gracefully ignored it.
Hakeem; I'm good.... You didn't answer my questions.
Me; forget that. I'm pretty angry right now.
Hakeem; why?
Me; are you asking me that? I'm angry because of what they said.
Hakeem; they were probably just joking. Come on stop frowning.
How did he know that I was frowning, I guess he just knew me that much. I looked at the most annoying people right now and they were staring back at me with a sheepish grin.
"Hakeem is begging for you guys so what I need now is ice cream." I said and Anita just rolled her eyes.
"on it." Sebastian called from the end. I laughed at the rollers that were on his head was he curling it or something?
"praise the lord she laughed." Idara said.
They were busy applying hair creams, softening hair and whatever the rest was. And even though her hair was long, Anita's own was longer. It reached her mid back and I really love her hair, by the way she shouldn't know I said that.
"you know you guys hurt me."
"we are so sorry." "our bad." "babes we were just saying the truth." They all said at the same time.
"you know what just get me the ice cream." I said back and Sebastian nodded.
Me; I forgave them cause of you.
Hakeem; lol, that's better.
Me; I'm plaiting my hair at this bad ass hair salon.
Hakeem; really? I thought you said you didn't like someone plaiting you hair.
Me; mum said I should and I'm loving the treatment.
Hakeem; I'm sorry.
Me; hey, it's not your fault, okay?
Hakeem; I'm sorry.
Yeah, I told him everything and I was regretting it. He has been telling me sorry since the day I told him and its definitely not his fault.
Me; stop it Hakeem.
Hakeem; okay then fine. Anyway I'm going to one club on the 28th.
Me; really? Me too. They're planning on going to a club. I don't know when though.
Hakeem; why they? are you not going?
Me; I am not. I don't want to go to a club.
Hakeem; oh.. come on.
Hakeem; uhm, I got to go. Talk to you later.
I dropped my phone, and looked at my hair, my normal hairstyle; box braids. Got to admit, they were pretty good.
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"here take your ice cream cone." Sebastian said passing mine to me and the rest to the others.
Anita has been smiling the whole time and who else thinks it is because of a particular someone.
I smiled at the thought and wiggled my eyebrows at her.
"who else saw Anita and Jack flirting?" I asked and idara and Sebastian raised the hands.
She groaned,
"come on it was nothing." She tried to convince.
"I saw her giving him her number." Seb said .
"really?" I teased
"oh come on. It is nothing!" she groaned again.
"stop denying stuffs girl." Idara replied and took another spoonful of her ice-cream.
We were inside the car and it was driving home. We bought the ice cream from a small, cozy ice-cream shop.
The car parked suddenly, I looked away from my ice-cream and saw that we were home.
I opened the door and stepped out carrying the shopping bags filled with what I bought for people as their birthday gift.
The others also brought theirs out. My eyes caught that limo that picked us from the airport, maybe mum and dad were already back.
Sebastian opened the door and we all walked inside. Everyone was still in the sitting room when we came back showing it hasn't been long since they arrived.
We greeted everyone, mum looked up at Idara, Anita, Sebastian and then me. Yeah, I followed her gaze.
Her smile turned down into a frown when she got to me. What did I do?
She slowly stood up and everyone followed her movements.
She got to my front and held my braids in her hands, her perfume which smelt very nice filled my nose.
"what is this?" she asked bringing me out of my thoughts. Wait was she criticizing it?
"box braid." I stated the obvious.
"why braid box? At home braid box, at school braid box, here too we paid lots only for braid box. Can't you see your sister's own?"
I looked at Idara who looked surprised. She did a curly weave-on and it fitted her well. But mine did too. Was it wrong to do what I like?
"I can." I simply said back.
"then why can't you do it? Why braid the whole time?"
"mum please, Idara and I love different things."
"are you talking back at me?"
"tee it's okay, let her go." Dad said but she raised her hand and turned to him,
"can't you see how she's talking back at me?"
"you have been on her neck the whole while, let her breathe." Dad explained . he was right.
"I caught my daughter kissing someone in front of my house, and you think I am over reacting?" I didn't know when a tear slipped out of my eyes.
"she is a teenager Tee." Dad said again.
"he is right. You shouldn't treat her like this. I have been noticing it too." Aunt lucy added.
"I don't care, I am disappointed, can't you see her sister? she didn't do that."
"don't do that. Don't compare both of them." Dad said standing up this time. He rarely got angry and when he did it was always bad. I should not be the cause of any fight.
"I am really sorry for everything, for not being the perfect daughter like my sister. For being a teenager who likes someone, I am sorry. For liking something else and being obsessed with box braids, I am sorry. I don't want anyone to fight because of me. I am deeply sorry. I will be upstairs." I said biting back my tears and walked upstairs.
When I got to my room I locked the door. And ran to my bed. Moments later I heard a knock and some pleadings but I was far in my thoughts.
After an hour passed, I guess they decided to leave me cause I didn't hear anymore knockings.
I took out my phone from my pocket and called someone who I could talk too.
"hey hakeem."
who feels bad for my baby because i do.
what do you think about her mother's behaviour
i think she is wrong and right, i guess she's just angry.
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eniola ð