~CHAPTER THREE~~
~~THE CHASE SEQUEL~~
So Becky na my guy babe, I was wondering how she’ll face me the next day.
I’ll be lying if I say I wasn’t shocked to hear a knock on my door the next morning. I opened to see Becky standing in front of my door with a bum short and singlet on. My brain wipe into overdrive mode, all I could remember was her sweet voice asking me for transport and me going to get my wallet to find her something.
Na when she dey go nai I snap out of my trance.
“Babe, I’ll like to see you specially in the evening.” I managed to say.
She turned back, nod her head and smiled as she left.
One part of my brain was telling me that I’ve landed in a confirm friend zone but my d**k side brain was telling me that I still had things under control. I wasn’t too sure which was the right thing. I just had to take things as they come and improvise.
Throughout that day, we spoke thrice. She was the one calling to find out how my day was going. In my mind I reason say the babe don fall pieces, remain to just open mouth yarn her the Koko.
As I show for evening, I called her. Person wey just dey check on me and asking when I’ll be back, na the same person wey no gree turn up until three hours later. By then my brain don load finish so I wasn’t expecting her anymore but then she showed up.
We go one corner to do our Tete et Tete…
“How’s work?”
“E dey there. No be work I call you to talk about….”
I had to pause because her phone began ringing, she took permission before taking the call, wasting five minutes of my life span to gist with the person before she had my time again. As I wan open mouth talk, another call enter, she rush pick am again, this one na solid ten minutes she just dey laugh and gist like say human being no dey wait for her.
I’ll have walked off but then that would be postponing the inevitable so I sat idly and kept thinking of the line I go use on her. Me wey can’t remember the last time I toast babe.
“Sorry for the calls, na my friends them be.” Becky explained as she sat next to me.
“See babe, I just had to come out and tell you because of something I heard you say once, I just wanted to confirm if you were joking or not…..”
Her phone rang again. Like what the flying fvck. To rub anointing pepper untop my bald head, she still stand up wan go receive the call. when I am more crazier? I just dash towards her, snatched her phone and mute the call.
“I have things to do Babe, so make a choice, are we gonna talk or do you prefer your phone?”
“Why would I prefer phone over you? Speak, I’m all ears.” She answered humbly and sat back down.
I put the phone on airplane mode and handed it back to her, make I see as another call wan enter nah.
“So I was saying. Are you in a serious relationship?”
She looked at me dead serious and then shook her head. “My relationship is complicated right now. So I can’t give you an outright answer.”
“That’s fine with me because I overheard you the other day saying that you want to be side chick, not main boyfriend, so I say make I ask you whether you fit be my side chick?”
Her laughter rented the air as she sat back and looked at me.
“Peter, I thought you are gay?”
“Chisos, Chisos… Babe are you talking to me?” My jaw was on the gaddamned floor.
“Ehen naw, have I ever seen you with babe before, no be guys dey come your side steady?” She countered.
I pack my hand put for head, in as much as I wanted to inform Becky that babes dey enter my side but na time to time cause I’m more focused on the paper but then she doesn’t need to know everything. Make I enter her package first.
“Well I’m not gay, na why I want you to be my side chick.”
“Unfortunately the answer is No. I don’t date guys that stay in the same area with me. And by the way, you’re friends with my boyfriend.”
“Well, that’s why I’m not asking you into a relationship, I just want us to be beneficial partners, I don’t have any problem with who you go out with, I love my own space but I like you. I don’t know if the feeling can be reciprocated.”
“Peter, No. I’m sorry that won’t be possible, I like you as a friend. And my conscience wouldn’t allow me to cheat on my guy with his friend. Hope you’re not offended?”
The way my face been spoil, had it been she saw the face, she for just sharap and get out.
So I have just gotten confirmation that I have won a free ticket to the friend’s zone. Na me dey front seat sef. So she doesn’t wanna cheat on her boyfriend with me but she can task me not her boyfriend and na same person wey tell the two people who called her in my presence that she loves them.
So na me person don turn MAGA at my young age? Will my father be proud of me?
Instead I just smiled and sigh deeply before nodding my head slowly.
“It’s okay. Atleast I made my feelings known. That would be all. Good night ma’am. By the way your phone’s on flight mode.”
“Awooo, no wonder nobody called me, you’re a crafty boy. Good night my dear friend.” Becky said and started walking off, her phone rang almost immediately like say person dey stand by to try her number every thirty seconds. Some jobless men out there. Mtceeewwww.
Thunder fire her and that her dear friend slogan. If say she still dey there, I for do her sliding tackle with my two knees.
The next morning, na she send me ‘good morning’ text. Come turn up later to ask for her usual transport fare. See me wey say she no go see shi-shi for my hand ever again, I come go blow AZ half tie make my brain calm down make I enter work. I been dey happy mood so as she task me, I no even reason am, I just pass her something and locked my door.
That day, she called me twice to check on me, but if I show in the evening, she go avoid me.
We were playing that cat and mouse game for about three days when she turned up looking miserable. She just walked pass my neighbor, no greeting, he walked to where I was sitting outside my door and sat next to me. I spoke to her but she kept mute.
Me sef lock up. Then I noticed a pattern, she’ll check her phone screen, fiddle with her phone for awhile before sighing deeply and shaking her head. I knew something was definitely wrong. So I got up, opened my door and picked her up like a little baby, she was shocked at first but then curl up comfortably as I took her inside, placed her on my bed and collected her phone, fling am one corner after I don put am for flight mode.
If no be say she dey cry mode, she for dey wonder how I take get strength with my lean figure, she dunno… She dunno…
She was doubled over, a pillow on her laps as she buried her face in her hand.
“Babe what ever the matter is, I’m open to listen to it. Just pour your heart out to me.”
“Peter, is it a crime to love someone?” Becky suddenly spoke, her face was filled with premium tears.
I took her in my arms, “baby girl, loving someone ain’t a crime.”
Seriously I wanted to tease her which of the Lovers she was talking about, but I say make I keep my big mouth shut and follow the normal sequence of listening and comforting.
“Then why can’t someone love you back even though it’s a little. I’m tired of being treated like trash just because I’m committed to the person.”
“Babe, we don’t decide who loves us, the major thing is to love yourself. I can relate to your situation even though it’s the other way round, na me dey always make girls cry.”
She shifted away when I said my last sentence, but I dragged her back and told her to calm down.
“Babe, it’s not easy letting go but trust me, with time, it would all be over.”
“Peter, you don’t understand, this guy has demeaned me to the lowest level. I was so in love with this guy that I was feeling Hot and texted him if I could come over. Guess what he told me, he said I should pay him first before we have s*x.
I couldn’t believe my ears. Can you imagine someone that you call your boyfriend saying that to you, Peter I felt like trash.” She busted into fresh tears as she cuddled up in my arms tightly.
Saying I was stunned would be an understatement. What were the odds that I made the suggestion that practically broke her, and na still me come dey comfort the person. Like which kind human being I be sef.
I’ll have love to whisper into her ears that I was the source of her pain, but as my conscience don tear finish, I swallow am. I thought we are following logic now, my job is to comfort her.
So I whispered lots of encouraging words to her, tried to build her pride and self worth back to require level. Atleast since it was my evil advice that damaged her pride, that was the best I could do.
But then something else was stirring. My eyes just go to those n*****s wey just dey my view clearly. My hand was crossed over her and I could have easily put my hand but for some reasons I didn’t move, one mind was screaming that I try my luck but that would be taking advantage. So even though my d**k was nodding anyhow, I simply readjusted and kept encouraging her.
She finally opened up to me that my guy was the person she was crying about, she called him that evening and he flatly told her he was with another babe, so make she no disturb am again.
And see me wey dey find babe. Anyway I told her the pure truth, the easiest way na to blacklist his number and then help her to access my guy phone to blacklist and delete her number from his cause she claimed that whenever he calls her, no matter how she dey vex, she must agree to his desires.
Me I know say my guy just dey use her as c*m bucket because him know say she like fuvk die, so she can’t say no. Choi the matter choke me.
You might be calling me a betrayal or bad Friend but then I know more about the situation on ground than Becky, definitely I had no plans of accessing my guy phone to block any number, all I needed to do was gist him how it goes and he’ll happily set her free. Na wetin him want in the first place. Just that the babe wan use love choke am
In my Christian mind, I don take my time advice this babe wholesomely. Cause as she was leaving, she turned and hugged me for about a minute before she free me. I walked her home and turned back.
Soon as I got home, I received a text.
“Peter, you might look thugish in appearance but I want to tell you that you have a dove heart. I didn’t know what I’ll have done to myself if you haven’t spoke to me. I feel so much happier just pouring my heart to you. You’re a good friend. Thanks for being a shoulder to cry on. Good night.”
Shoulder to cry on Ni, when will I be a d**k to lie on? Abeg all this kind text messages dey vex my blokus. I just texted her “good night too” and flung my phone away.
I don’t think any of you can imagine what would happen next? I bet ya, even me still dey shock mode….
