Carolyn’s POVThe day dragged on like heavy chains tied to my ankles.Even though I was physically present, my mind was far away—stuck in that cafeteria, reliving the sound of food slapping Tina’s face, the gasps, the laughter, the eyes watching like it was entertainment.Tina didn’t deserve that.The rest of the day blurred past me in a fog of silent fury.I sat in class, eyes forward, but my mind wasn’t on the whiteboard or Mr. Ayoola’s notes. My thoughts kept drifting to Tina—my best friend, the one person who made this entire nightmare bearable.She wasn’t just absent.She was hurt.At home.Sick.The rumor in class was that her mother had called the school to report that Tina was experiencing “high fever and emotional fatigue.” I didn’t need anyone to explain further. I knew what that meant.Tina hadn’t just been embarrassed.She’d been shaken.By J.J.By Emma and her minions.Because of me.I pressed my palm hard against my thigh, trying to ground myself. I hated how powerless I
J.J’s POVI thought ignoring her would help.I thought maybe if I gave her space, she’d come back. Crawl back. Whisper another apology like before. Offer her silence as some kind of surrender.But she didn’t.She walked past me in the hallway this morning like I didn’t exist.No glance. No hesitation.Just… walked.And I hated it.I hated the way it burned.It was the same fire that came after a challenge, except this time, it wasn’t about pride or power—it was about control I had lost. And the fact that Carolyn, of all people, had taken it from me?Unforgivable.I sat in the lounge for most of the day, jaw clenched, heart pounding with that sick, tight rhythm that came whenever something slipped through my fingers.I couldn’t think straight.After school, I messaged George."Let’s go out. Tonight. I need to blow off steam."He replied almost immediately.You thinking the usual spot?Yes. Bring Julius. I don’t want to think. Just drink.We met up around 6PM. Julius had to sneak out o
Carolyn’s POVI stood in front of Covent High School, my stomach twisting with nerves.The school’s tall gates stretched before me, their sleek metal bars polished to perfection. Beyond them, the school grounds looked like something out of a magazine—lush green lawns, towering buildings, and students dressed in crisp uniforms.This wasn’t just any school. It was for the rich, the children of senators, business tycoons, and celebrities. Here, kids arrived in chauffeur-driven cars or drove themselves in luxury vehicles.I swallowed hard. What am I doing here?At fourteen, I was the only child of my mother, who had raised me alone in a ghetto slum. Life had been hard, but I had studied relentlessly and earned a full scholarship to Covent High School, one of the most prestigious and expensive private schools in Nigeria.Now, here I was. A girl from the slums, about to walk into a school full of kids who had never known hardship.I forced my legs to move forward.Just as I reached the gate
Carolyn’s POVTina and I walked toward the administrative block, both of us relieved to have found a friend on our first day at Covent High School.She had just told me that she hadn’t received her school ID either. Like me, she was on a scholarship, but unlike mine, hers wasn’t a full ride. Her family had to pay for half of the tuition, which they could afford because they were middle class.That put her above me on the social ladder but far below the ultra-rich kids at this school.I wasn’t just from a less privileged background. I was poor.As we entered the administrative office, I noticed a woman sitting behind the reception desk. She looked to be in her early forties, her short, cornrows hair neatly styled. She was typing something on her computer, her lips pressed into a thin line.The moment she saw us, her frown deepened.Tina and I exchanged a nervous glance.“Good morning, ma,” we greeted in unison.The woman said nothing.The awkward silence was deafening, making me shift
J.J’s POVI could still feel the sting of her slap on my cheek.No one—no one—had ever dared to lay a hand on me before.The nerve of that girl.I clenched my jaw, my fingers drumming against the smoker’s table in the private lounge—a room only I, Julius, and George were allowed to use. It was one of the perks of being untouchable in this school.The lounge had a plush couch, a stocked fridge, a sound system, and a smoker’s table where we sat when we wanted to escape the noise of the school.Julius sat across from me, quiet, his arms crossed. He hadn’t said much about his cousin since we entered the room, but I could feel his concern like a weight in the air.It was funny.Julius had acted like he hated Carolyn before, but now? Now he was worried about what I might do to her.And he should be.Because I wasn’t going to let this go.She had challenged me in front of people. Embarrassed me.She needed to learn who owned this school.“Are we not going to class?” Julius finally asked, his
Carolyn’s POVI should have expected this.The moment I stepped into the school hallway, I could feel the stares. The whispers. The judgmental looks.Something had changed.Tina, walking beside me, froze mid-step as she pulled out her phone. Her face turned pale.“Carolyn…” she whispered.I frowned. “What is it?”She hesitated before turning her phone toward me.My heart dropped.On the school’s WhatsApp group chat, a single message from J.J. sat at the top, pinned for everyone to see:> “We hate Carolyn, the scholarship girl.”Below it, hundreds of messages had flooded in overnight.SS2 Cynthia: LMAO, she really thought she belonged here?SS1 Malik: J.J. says we hate her, so we hate her.SS3 Sandra: Maybe if she begs, we’ll let her stay.SS2 Tayo: Who does she think she is?SS1 Emmanuel: Scholarship kids shouldn’t even be in Covent High.SS3 Raymond: She slapped J.J.? She must be crazy.My breath hitched as I scrolled through the comments. It wasn’t just a few students—the entire sch
Carolyn’s POVI had never felt this alone before.Even in the slums, where people whispered about my strange blue eyes and light skin, I had never been treated like this.Like I was a disease.Like I was nothing.The classroom felt smaller, suffocating. Every pair of eyes was on me, waiting for me to snap, to cry, to break.But I wouldn’t.I couldn’t.Tina sat beside me, gripping her pen so tightly that her knuckles were white. She was angry. Probably angrier than I was.But she wasn’t the target.I was.Another paper ball hit my shoulder. I ignored it.Laughter.I heard someone whisper, “She thinks she’s better than us just because she’s smart.”Another voice. “No, she thinks she’s special because she has blue eyes. Maybe she’s wearing contact lenses.”I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.They were waiting for me to react.I wouldn’t give them what they wanted.Instead, I picked up my pen and continued writing down my notes.---J.J.’s POVShe was stronger than I thought.I had expec
Carolyn’s POV I should have felt victorious. I should have been proud that I didn’t let Emma humiliate me without fighting back. But as I stood there in the middle of the silent cafeteria, with strawberry milkshake drying on my skin and icy water dripping from my fingers, I realized something. I hadn’t won. I had challenged J.J. And that was dangerous. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his cat-like eyes** studying me with something I couldn’t quite place. Not anger. Not irritation. Something worse. Amusement. He was entertained. And that made my stomach turn. Because J.J. didn’t get entertained by things he planned to ignore. Emma stood beside me, her entire body shaking with rage. “You little—” She lunged toward me, but before she could grab me, someone grabbed her wrist. I turned, shocked. Julius.His grip was tight, his expression unreadable. Emma yanked her arm back, eyes flashing. “Julius, what the hell? You’re just going to let her ge
J.J’s POVI thought ignoring her would help.I thought maybe if I gave her space, she’d come back. Crawl back. Whisper another apology like before. Offer her silence as some kind of surrender.But she didn’t.She walked past me in the hallway this morning like I didn’t exist.No glance. No hesitation.Just… walked.And I hated it.I hated the way it burned.It was the same fire that came after a challenge, except this time, it wasn’t about pride or power—it was about control I had lost. And the fact that Carolyn, of all people, had taken it from me?Unforgivable.I sat in the lounge for most of the day, jaw clenched, heart pounding with that sick, tight rhythm that came whenever something slipped through my fingers.I couldn’t think straight.After school, I messaged George."Let’s go out. Tonight. I need to blow off steam."He replied almost immediately.You thinking the usual spot?Yes. Bring Julius. I don’t want to think. Just drink.We met up around 6PM. Julius had to sneak out o
Carolyn’s POVThe day dragged on like heavy chains tied to my ankles.Even though I was physically present, my mind was far away—stuck in that cafeteria, reliving the sound of food slapping Tina’s face, the gasps, the laughter, the eyes watching like it was entertainment.Tina didn’t deserve that.The rest of the day blurred past me in a fog of silent fury.I sat in class, eyes forward, but my mind wasn’t on the whiteboard or Mr. Ayoola’s notes. My thoughts kept drifting to Tina—my best friend, the one person who made this entire nightmare bearable.She wasn’t just absent.She was hurt.At home.Sick.The rumor in class was that her mother had called the school to report that Tina was experiencing “high fever and emotional fatigue.” I didn’t need anyone to explain further. I knew what that meant.Tina hadn’t just been embarrassed.She’d been shaken.By J.J.By Emma and her minions.Because of me.I pressed my palm hard against my thigh, trying to ground myself. I hated how powerless I
Carolyn’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not really.All I could see when I closed my eyes was Tina’s face—her stunned silence, the way the food clung to her braids, the way her mouth opened in confusion and pain as everyone laughed.And J.J.Standing there.Watching.Doing nothing to stop it.Because he had ordered it.Because I had refused to serve him.I kept tossing in bed, twisting the bedsheet in my hands like it was the only thing keeping me grounded. I was furious. Not just at J.J—but at myself. For trusting him. For liking being around him. For confusing cruelty with something else. Something softer.Something I hoped was real.But what he did to Tina?That was a line.And he crossed it.The next morning, I didn’t wait for him to come to me. I wasn’t going to be the girl who stayed silent anymore.I stood at his usual parking spot, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the gate as the morning sun climbed over the buildings. I didn’t care if people stared. Let them. Let them whisper about the scho
J.J’s POV The cafeteria held its breath for a moment.Then it happened.Oge reached Tina’s table first. Carolyn looked up from her tray, confused. She probably thought they were just walking past. They weren’t.With no warning, Oge raised her tray and smashed it onto Tina’s head—right in front of half the cafeteria.Jollof rice, fried plantain, stew—everything exploded across Tina’s braids and blouse.Gasps filled the air.Tina froze for a second, the food dripping down her face like some horror movie scene. She looked like she didn’t even know what had happened. And Carolyn? She shot up like lightning. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” she screamed, grabbing napkins, trying to help Tina wipe her eyes. Bola stepped in next. Her tray hit the table, splashing juice everywhere, narrowly missing Carolyn’s skirt. Emma clapped slowly, theatrically. “Well, well, well… looks like your friend’s lunch got an upgrade.” My heart thumped once. Carolyn’s eyes shot toward the back of the
J.J’s POVMonday morning came too quickly.The same white walls, the same polished floors, the same students pretending to care about grades while scheming behind their designer backpacks. The school looked the same, but something had changed.Me.Or maybe not.Maybe I was just realizing that Carolyn Okoli—yes, Carolyn, the charity-case girl with the odd blue eyes—was still stuck in my head long after that final debate round ended.It made no sense.She defied me, embarrassed me, won... and then ignored me like I was irrelevant. She hadn’t even looked at me since we got off the plane from Lagos. And for someone who used to practically shake in my presence, that silence was louder than anything she could’ve said.I hated how much that bothered me.I hated that I noticed her absence in the lounge this morning.George did too. He looked at me over the rim of his smoothie, one brow raised.“She’s not coming today?” he asked casually.“Why wouldn't she?” I snapped.George gave me a look. “
Carolyn’s POVI don’t know how long I sat there.At some point, George passed by. He slowed when he saw me, then thought better of it and kept walking. Maybe he knew. Maybe J.J. had told him what happened. Or maybe George had seen the way J.J. looked at me lately like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to ruin me or rescue me.Not that it mattered.I needed silence.And the stairwell gave me that.There, in the echo of my breathing and the hum of the building, I allowed myself to feel it all. The shame. The confusion. The self-disgust. The subtle flicker of pain that came from knowing that despite everything—despite the cruelty, the games, the manipulation—a piece of me still wanted J.J. to see me.And not just see me—but understand me. Respect me.But maybe that was my problem. Hoping for empathy from someone who had made it his life’s mission to keep people beneath him.I stood up slowly and walked to the nearby mirror in the hallway. My reflection stared back—messy braids, faded lip balm,
Carolyn’s POV We were leaving Lagos in a few hours, but I had already packed. I didn’t have many things, and truth be told, I wanted to be done with this place. The hotel, the debate venue, the heavy applause I never asked for, the quiet side-eyes from students who didn’t believe I deserved the win—it all clung to my skin like smoke from a fire I didn’t set. I stood by the window in the lobby, watching the morning traffic move like a slow dance of chaos. Cars honked, vendors shouted, and buses groaned as they swerved in and out of lines. It reminded me of home—chaotic but familiar, safe in a weird way. My hand rubbed my arm absently, still feeling the bruise from where I slammed into the locked hotel room door yesterday. I could still see the cleaner’s shocked face as she opened the door, and I could see the dust floating in the light behind her. I’d smiled then, politely, hiding the mess inside me. I hadn’t said anything to the teachers. No one. Because what was the point? I knew
J.J’s POVThe crowd was still cheering. The trophy gleamed on the stage like it had been waiting its whole life to land in Carolyn’s hands.Ours.But let’s not kid ourselves—it was hers. She was the one who gave the closing argument, the one who turned the judges around, the one who brought the crowd to its feet. I should have been proud. I should have stood beside her and lifted the damn thing with her. But instead I sat there, still in my chair, jaw clenched, heart thudding with something far uglier than pride.Jealousy.God, it was eating me alive.She walked off the stage with her usual cautious grace, like she still didn’t quite believe the world had given her a win. Her eyes scanned the crowd as if unsure whether she deserved the applause. And when they landed on me—when she saw me still seated, arms crossed, not smiling—I saw it.Doubt. Hurt. Confusion.I looked away.She deserved better than that look from me.But that didn’t stop me from feeling it.The entire school team gat
Carolyn’s POVI took my seat between J.J. and George.The air around us was ice.George muttered a low “Glad you made it,” without looking at me. I wasn’t sure if it was genuine or just for show. But J.J. didn’t say anything at all. He just leaned back in his chair, eyes on the panel of judges as they prepared their notes.I could feel his tension. Not the kind that came from nerves before a big competition—no, this was different. This was frustration. Spite. Bruised ego.And yet, I was too exhausted to let his silence shake me.Instead, I focused on the stage, where the final round was about to begin. Our school, Convent High, was facing two of the most competitive debate teams from Lagos and Port Harcourt. Both schools were infamous for grooming debate champions. Some of the best speakers in the country were sitting just meters away, sharpening their minds like blades.And here I was.A girl who had almost been locked away and forgotten.Our principal sat near the judges, smiling ne