Chapter 6

     "Nah, I'll use my roll on." She replied as she dropped the roll on on her bed, heading for the door.

"Jesus!! Fay! Your perfume is too strong please, my nose." Abu said as he looks at me weirdly before coughing a little.

"Duh! It's my choice, I like my perfume strong. Deal with it."

I replied as I faintly noted that I might have over sprayed the perfume, but who cares, it's my choice.

"You're a case, I swear." He replied as he stood up.

We headed outside and waited for Amara to lock the door.

"Give me the key, let me keep it in my bag, you know you're not with any bag." I said to Amara.

"Ehn? So that we'll sleep outside today, right? I'll hold the keys please." She replied as she looked me up and down before tucking the key into her pocket.

I scowled at her.

"Whatever!" I threw over my shoulders as I led the way downstairs.

"Where's our Fay going to like this? Is it to that brother's house?"

Jide, one of the four boys standing outside the main entrance of the house said to me as he stood up and walked towards me.

"Haha..."

I forced out a laugh as I hasten my steps, I don't like Jide, never did from the beginning. He's always staring at my butt, and I've always hated unwanted attention.

Amara waved at him, Abu as always ignore them all as we passed where they sat before heading for the gate. Our gateman stood up from the bench he was sitting on and opened the gate for us.

"Thank you, John." Amara sweetly thanked him while I rolled my eyes. Typical Amara. I barely say thank you, which I myself knows is bad. I'm a case, even I know that one.

Trekking the small distance to the bus stop where we'll stop bikes, every where's really dark. We got to the bus stop and waited for another 20 minutes before we saw one bike.

I was barely containing my anger, the urge to go out no longer in me, I've lost the vibe while waiting for a stupid bike. I even wanted to go back but the both of them just didn't agree, telling me that's there's no turning back.

I rolled my eyes, as if they'll be able to stop me if I really wanted to go back.

The three of us tired entering the bike and managed, it was so tight. Oh lord. My breasts are pressed into the rider's back, I tried to avoid it but the space was just too small. This is one of the one hundred things and one things I hated.

Finally we arrived there and settled the bike man. Bright lights was scattered everywhere around the bar and people hanged around. It's a very big bar, I didn't know it would be this big.

We entered the bar and I couldn't hear a thing again, except music, loud razz music. The far end of the huge room is like a place for dancing, a bunch of people are dancing there. Abu called someone on his phone and after a few minutes, a tall guy comes out from the rows and rows of tables arranged orderly.

He and Abu shake hands before he led us towards their table.

Third person's POV

They were led to the table at the far end of the bar, Amara eagerly looks around, smiling at guys that's paying her good attention and those that were checking her out.

Fay scowled and huffed at some clumsy people that stepped on her feet or those that mistakenly hit her while walking past her. She was obviously not in a good mood as not a smile broke out on her face. She didn't look impressed on reaching the table, she looked around as if contemplating escape before she sighed and sat down on the chair beside Amara.

They were introduced around and as Amara smiled and tucked her braids behind her hair the moment she's paid a complement, Fay forced a smile and immediately faced her phone, ignoring any attempt the guys were putting in getting to know her more.

"These your friends are hot, damn!" One of the guys told Abu.

"Obviously, although they are off limits sha." Abu replied as he rolled his eyes. If these ones were good looking and reasonable, he would have told them to go for it, but these ones were just the 'smash and pass' people. The person he was really hoping to meet here wasn't even here. He let out a sigh as he got tempted to whip out his phone and ignore everyone here, but he thought against it, he wasn't Fay, fay is a badass, she doesn't give a fuck about what anyone thinks, he can never be like Fay. He didn't want to be like Fay.

Kelvin, one of the guys was rolling well with Amara, they were both drinking a bottle of star radler with 7% alcohol from the same bottle, with the same straw. kelvin still have an unfinished bottle of Guinness on the table but he felt it would be more romantic if he insisted on using the the same straw with Amara, it's obviously working for the both of them as they talked and drink. Talk, drink, talk, drink.

Fay sighed as she finished a bottle of a cold star radler, the dude sitting by her left asked for her name after telling her his name.

Zayn felt that Fay is too hot to be in a bar and press her phone although. He ordered a drink for her, telling her about himself, she didn't reply him with words, only with shakes of her head. Her pink lips glued to the straw as she dragged the drink into her mouth. She's really pretty, he thought as he kept on talking about himself. She finishes the drink, before replying all of his rants.

"Look, it feels stuffy in here, can you shift your chair away from mine?" She asked as sweetly as she could manage, don't people know how to read hints again. It's so effing obvious that I wasn't interested but oh no, the nigga continued and continued. Nigga please!