⚘✾Add A Little Bit Of Drama¹⚘✾

"Amara!" I called out and she shuddered. She had a shocked expression on her face.

"Are you..." before I could confirm if she was hungry, she immediately said, "oh, sorry... I kinda got hungry, you know..."

"Why didn't you just tell me rather then eating leftovers?"

"No. Cool people ought not to be hungry," Precious said from the stairs and Amara gave her a scowl.

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        In the next few days, I and my pals were together when I heard a knock on the door.

"Who has refused to stay in their house?" I called out and chatted my way to the door.

I unlocked the door and walked a few feet away from the door before realizing that I had to open the door for whoever it was. I took my eyes off screening my post in my phone and I opened the door. It was Amara and this time, with a guy.

"Heyyy. I wasn't expecting you."

"I just decided to take a stroll here," she answered. "This is my brother, James."

"Oh. Hi, James. I'm Temi. You're welcome." I shyly shook hands with the handsome male specie.

We approached the rest and I introduced everyone. Remi was elated to meet them, I could tell it through his countenance. Aisha on the other hand—she was staring at James, oddly. (・・? )

He waved at her for the second time and she waved back with a smile for the second time.

"So, you guys will be attending the same school with us?" Aisha questioned.

"Not anymore," Amara answered.

"My parents can't afford..." James wasn't able to complete his utterance; his sister barged in, "to give us new experiences here then have us leave unexpectedly."

𝐈 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐲.

"Awww," Aisha said. Her eyes were fixed on James. "I love your shoes. How much did you get them?" Aisha asked Amara.

"Yeah, me too," I added. Isn't it the same with the one you wore in that picture?"

"No!" She said sharply, "I have two different pairs. I wouldn't wear the same thing I wear in pictures, around."

James sighed. The whole place turned awkwardly silent.

"If you say so. How much did you get them? I need something like this," said Aisha.

"They cost a lot."

"How much?"

"A lot. You think you can afford it?"

Aisha faced Remi and they both laughed.

"Nevermind," she then told Amara.

"I say we keep each other company by playing a game. Who's in for some video game at my place? James?" Remi smiled at James.

"I'm not really in the mood for video games. Maybe later. I think I would rather take a stroll around to get to know this place better. Aisha, would you like to show me around?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go."

𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥.

I and Remi exchanged funny glances as we watched them leave.

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     Soon, I got tired of everything; tired of how my old friends were having a good time with my new friends.

Remi and Amara had also gone for a walk.

This would have been the best time for me to go online and make relevance of my virtual friends or make a post about my feelings or watch interesting videos but my phone was almost dead. My charger was also missing.

I had searched for it around the whole place but I couldn't find it. I suspected that Remi had taken it. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐝. (－‸ლ)

I managed to spend the ten percentage remaining on watching my videos all over again and scrolling through comments.

It felt so, so, so, good to be loved by people. I finally felt like somebody.㋡

My posts were catching lots of attention and it made me feel on top of the world. (◕‿◕✿)

It made me feel even more motivated to do more.

      I had become fond of making posts about the slightest problem I had; about every single thing going on in my life. As far as the fancy places I visited with my family, the things I ate, what I was doing at every point in time... Gaining such attention made me crave exclusively for more. *𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠* 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞! 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞! 

＼( ˋ Θ ´ )／

I shared with the public all of my hopes and my achievements. I did this to get them to recognize me, to please them, and to prove myself to them.

      I aspired to build a legacy online, so much that I would get weary of viewing my own pictures too often on my newsfeed on my birthday, just like MoonBloom; that I could send just a word on the internet and millions would receive it instantaneously.

I anticipated my birthday so much.

The day to read tons of epistlolic write-ups about me, share them, and of course, share the alerts I may have gained.

   Oliver texted me, "hey, Strawberry.🍓❤️😋"

"Lol, new nickname?😃"

"Yh. I never run outta nicknames for you. 😏"

"😂 Makes me feel special."

"Girl, you are special! What's happening to you these past few weeks? I'm seeing a whole new different Temi!🤯✨"

"Lol, I'm still the same person.🙈"

"With few changes. Your contents are so dope. Like damn, girl, you are so creative!🎨🖌️❤️ How do you come up with those stuff??"

" You look even hotter than before, tbh. I can't wait for us to meet INRL."

"ME TOO!!!😭😭😭😭 I wish it could have been you here instead of Amara. ☹️"

"Oooh, 😯 she's in Lagos already."

"Hey, there's something you oughta know about that girl."

"What?🤨 Tell me."

And as my curiosities began to come alive, something else died—my phone.

𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨!!! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰. ( ⇀ ‸ ↼ )

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡: 6:15𝐩𝐦.  (⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀ )

I sighed flatly.

"Where has this guy gone with that girl?" I asked myself as I looked out the window.

I decided to watch TV instead and in few minutes, while I was enjoying a very good sitcom, Aisha walked in.

"How was your little date with James?" I smiled but she looked vexed. Remi then entered.

"Dude, I need my charger. 𝐴𝑏𝑒𝑔."

"Dude, your friend broke my glasses."

"How did that even happen?"

"It's a long story but I don't think I ever want to hang out with her anymore. She is so weird."

"Well, I think she likes you."

"Gross... No offense."

"None taken. You guys go have fun. I'm watching a really nice stuff here."

Aisha uttered no word but she looked agitated. She was focused on her phone.

"So can you see anything like this? How many fingers am I holding up?" I waved two fingers in his face.

"Ha-ha, very funny. I just really need my glasses."

Suddenly, Aisha firmly said as she showed her phone to me with a video clip being displayed, "Temi, what is the meaning of this nonsense?"

I was shocked. It was a video I had posted on my WhatsApp status. I thought I blocked her!

"What is it?" Remi asked.

"A clip of something that almost looks like porn!" Aisha said coming towards him.

"I don't even need to see it," he looked away. "Temi, tell me you didn't post this. I can't believe it, I just can't believe it. She didn't post it, she wouldn't dare."

"Let's leave that aside for now. So Temi, you're now 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝-𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 for the public?"

"Don't be so obnoxious!" I replied angrily.

"Obnoxious?! Remi, have you seen this? Do you realize that your friend here has blocked us from viewing her posts online because she has been nasty."

"Enough! Stop judging me. You have no right to judge me!"

"Judge you? I'm judging you and you think I have no right to? Rebuking is judging and that's wrong? Identifying wrongs is judging and it's bad? Giving useful opinions is judging and it's wrong? That's what you see all over the media huh?—'don't judge me'. You're unbelievable."

"But what's bad about this?! I'm only expressing myself! I'm only having fun. Everyone else does it and they don't have their fairy godmother tell them they're being immoral."

Remi sighed in bafflement. "Aisha, let's go," he said in a tone of bass. 𝐃𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐧.

(¯ ¯٥)

They both exited.

I locked the door behind them and wrapped myself up on the couch to cry my heart out. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐲'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫!

(ノ＞＜)ノ

They must have been really disappointed in me, especially Remi. Remi contributed nothing to the matter—his anger was severe.

I wondered if I was wrong.

𝐍𝐨, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠!

I was simply living my life the way that pleased me. Moreover, it got me what I wanted and what mattered—likes, validation.

    The next few days, my friends were saying nothing to me and I said nothing to them either. They acted as though I was invisible. I was completely hurt. ／(˃ᆺ˂)＼

When Amara came around, I told her all that had happened and she kept me company all through the times that my friends decided to abandon me.

          On a particular day, Precious came over to my place after school. I was surprised to see her.

"There is something important I need to talk to you about."

"Well I hope it's an interesting gist cause I'm so bored right now."

"It's about Amara." she proceeded, "Have you noticed anything weird with the way she behaves?"

"Somehow," I paused for a second to think. "Yes. Why?"

"Amara is a complete phoney. She is doing everything she does just to please you and to maintain her social media status of rich and cool."

"Wow! Tell me more." I folded my arms. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭? 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐨.

"It's really annoying. Why do you have to fake your personality just to please a bunch of losers?"

"It's that I always say. There's no need for that in this life," I responded.

"You see how she acts online right? Trying to fit in and just 𝑠𝒉𝑎 make everybody think she's all that.

Remember the car we came here with on the first day? It was my uncle who instructed his driver to drive us down here!

And the food she denied that you later caught her eating?

In fact, she didn't go nowhere with her parents that day and she hadn't eaten much before we came to your house! She got those pictures she posted from the internet."

"You are joking!" I was absolutely thrown aback. (´O')

"That's not even the bomb. Her parents are not here for any dumb business trip but her grandfather's burial and family business. And she lied about attending your school, her parents can't even dare afford it! They'd go bankrupt! Some of the stuffs she shows off with are simply borrowed and she keeps doing this things to maintain her social media status."

I burst into laughter but then, I was sincerely unhappy.

"But why would she go through all of this just to impress me? Those things don't even matter to me. I just want a genuine friend."

"You are like a superstar. Your posts online are awesomazing."

I bowed my head in sadness, "even I... I'm not all that. I'm not all that, Precious. I'm not saying I'm faking anything about myself but I'm not exactly who I am in there. This has caused a fight between I and my buddies that I don't even know what to do at this point."

"Awww," she showed sympathy.

"I am only an artist, Precious. I know nothing about being a boss b**tch or a social media icon. And I don't know what to do. I don't know how to fix everything or where exactly I'm wrong even. I don't want to start all over again. I've been through so much depression and anxiety. It felt like my life was hopeless. Everyone has things going well for them but I barely used to have one good comment on my works. It made me feel useless, you know."

"I feel you, I feel you." she rubbed my shoulders and patted me. "You know what I think? I think you need to sit your friends down and explain things to them. I've seen Remi's posts online, he seems really wise. Tell them exactly what's going on with you and I'm sure that as good friends, they'll understand and give you solutions."

"Thank you. You're precious indeed."

We both smiled and I hugged her tight.

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We watched a cartoon together. It was a lot of fun.

Afterwards, she had to leave and I remained all alone, awaiting my parents' return back from work.

     On a Friday evening, Amara visited my apartment. Ah, jeez. This is gonna be so awkward.

Before her arrival, I was going to watch a recent video of Aisha on her YouTube channel, that she shooted without me. 𝐎𝐮𝐜𝐡!

／(≧ x ≦)＼

Amara came over and I said nothing too amiable to her. We watched the video together.

In the middle of the video, she said, "you know, a bunch of people have gotten used to the saying, 'don't judge.' This sort of admonition has soared across the internet for a while now that people retain the belief that judging people or things is unacceptable. Please, you need to check out the meaning of the word 'judge' before you use it in whatsoever context. Then you'd realize that even when you give a mere opinion on a matter, you're simply judging!

"So how can we all stop judging?

Imagine trying to rebuke a friend because I spotted her wrongdoings and she's telling me not to judge her.

Now it's almost impossible to constructively criticize people in order to build them, it's impossible to correct people or help them understand where they're wrong, it's almost impossible to formulate your views on a matter because oh, don't judge!"

"Why is she making reference to you? Why does she have to bring your matter into her little talkshow? From the start of this video, she's been indirectly making reference to things you did."

"I noticed." I was getting furious. Aisha was beginning to take things too far. "I think she's taking things too far."

"As your friend, she's not supposed to go about things this way. I just feel like she's proud and she behaves as if she's the most perfect one."

"Aisha does act proud sometimes. It's not easy to be popular, stunningly beautiful and wealthy all at once, is it? Do you know who are father is?" I asked rhetorically.

"Do you think she's perfect as everyone makes it seem?"

"Hell no! Although, ever since I've known Aisha, she's never really made a conspicuous mistake. She's very hard to get."

"I say we get her then, and prove her wrong."

"Huh? How?"

"She preaches against lewdness, huh? She acts as if she's so perfect. Let's see if she practices what she preaches."

"You can't get Aisha, Amara. You don't know that female."

"I believe I can. All we have to do is set her up." 𝐖𝐞?{•-•}

"Haven't you noticed that she's so in love with my brother? They've been hanging out for some days now. All we have to do is set her up and make her fall into the trap that she preaches against." 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐞?

"H-how?"

"Stop asking questions. Just tell me if you're in."

I was jealous of Aisha and her social status. I just wanted to know what it would be like to see her fall.

"I'm in."

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        It was a windy Saturday.

James and Aisha spent all day roaming around together and I intentionally linked Remi with Precious in order to prevent him from ruining the plan. I was really hoping the plan wouldn't go awry and that I wasn't taking things a bit too far.

I made some observations to ascertain that no one else would be around in Aisha's home order than her.

James had compelled her into taking him to her room just as they were parading the whole house. 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲.

They sat next to each other on the bed. •(

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Meanwhile, beforehand, Amara had sneaked in to plant a camera in a corner of the room. She displayed such queer alacrity in carrying out the plan.

       I and Amara hid in the bushes, close to the room's window and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"So, what? You're telling me you hate boys? That you'd never get into a relationship?"

"No, of course not. I will, when the time is right."

"So, do you find me attractive?" James literally pushed further.

She made no utterances for she was caught up in the moment; they had already gotten so close to each other; literally face-to-face! (＾• ω •＾)

"Come on, James! Just do it already!" Amara was getting impatient.

"It's a slow process in movies," I giggled.

Then suddenly, Aisha backed out and stood up. "No. I can't do this. Just... get out."

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧!!!

"I knew it! I said it!!!"

"Oh, be quiet and follow my lead."

We took the back entrance and arrived at the door of her room. I peeked through the hole.

James held her by the hand and pulled her back to sit, almost forcefully.

Immediately, Amara barged in. I followed.

"What's going on here?" Amara asked.

Aisha's countenance read perplexity. She turned to James and smacked him left and right on the face for he intended on forcing her into doing what she didn't want to. She pushed us out of the way and walked out in tears.

I was overwhelmed with guilt.

"What was that about, James? Why did you try forcing her?" I asked him but smiling, he answered, "Chill out."

"I told you this wouldn't work. I just knew it."

"This attitude of yours is so discouraging. Everything has gone just the way it was planned. Just give me some time to edit the video and you'll see."

"Whatever. Just count me out of this. I'm out."

I went to Aisha and tried talking to her but I got completely snubbed.

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    I arose early in the morning being awoken by the persistent beeping of my phone. ٩(ˊ〇ˋ*)و

I had tons of notifications from Instagram and Facebook coupled with a whole load of messages. 𝐇𝐮𝐡?

I moved to Instagram to find out what was up only to spot a mysterious post from me with nearly a million likes. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?!?!?!?????!!!!

(꒪⌓꒪)

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          *𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏-𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄*

ΩTo behave as one who is a stripper; not necessarily dance.

∆You're now 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝-𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 for the public?

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