When was it again? I guess it was fifteen years ago. I never realized I was in love with the most popular girl in school. I was always hanging around her and doing her bidding. I got to realize I was in love with her when the head boy of the senior class asked her out, and she agreed. I got so jealous that I bit my lip. How could Wasilat treat me this way? after years of my loyalty to her.
Wasilat was a popular kid in my school because of her beauty; she had dark skin, and her skin was so smooth that it went unnoticed. He has bright brown eyes you could see only when you moved very close to her; she wasn't too tall; her height was probably 5'5"; her slender waist and huge hips make all the boys want her more; but I was happy because I was the one she hangs out with, I had the feeling of a king.
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We have been friends for a long time; I know everything about her, and I always make sure I do everything to make her happy, but everything changed after she agreed to date Bashiru.
I hated him for stealing my girl, a girl I never asked out, even after spending three years with her. After Wasilat started dating Bashiru, the beautiful Wasilat I used to know became someone else. She became proud, bullied junior students, and started using me as her errand boy. I had no choice but to bend to her will because I love her.
"Fash, Fash. Where are you? Come and get me drinks from Madame Ruth," Wasilat said to me with an obvious command tone. I was about to get up, but I did not because I was already losing respect.
I was the hotcake of my class; all the girls wanted me, but my feelings for Wasilat clouded my sight. "Go get it yourself if you can't say please." I said this because I did not want her to think I was refusing to go; I just wanted her to respect me.
"Ahahaha!" she laughed. She laughed so hard. I was looking at her while she was laughing. "So, I asked you to get something for me; you asked me to say please. Do I use to say please before?" Those words she said broke my heart into thousands of pieces.
I stood up and walked out of the class, and that was the beginning of the end. We started drifting apart, and we stopped hanging out together.
It was breaktime one afternoon, and I was having lunch with some of my friends when the conversation started.
Johnson: Look at your baby; she's with Bashiru.
Fash: Please stop calling her my baby; we never dated.
Victor: But you liked her and still like her.
Johnson: He's been blowing hot and cold about going to talk to her.
Fash: I am not her guy, for real. You both should just let the matter die.
Victor: Then stop blowing hot and cold at the same time. Pick one: remain hot for her or cold towards her.
I was getting irritated by the conversation, so I stood up and left. "Wait for us; why are you now leaving angrily?" Johnson said as he and Victor ran after me while I was leaving the cafeteria.
After graduation, I said my goodbyes to her, and that was the last time we spoke. If I had talked to her, would things have been different? This question continuously lingers in my mind.
