HOOKED TO THE ENEMY : EPISODE 41 – 50
Pinky Preshy Chioma
Episode 49
Arya’s Pov:
With the apron still tied to my waist I rushed out of the kitchen.
“Mommy?” I called out as I rushed into her arms.
But she didn’t hug me back and that got me wondering why she was becoming weird all of a sudden.
“Where did you get this?” She turned around holding the shirt I wore back from school.
“Good evening Mommy” I greeted her.
“That doesn’t answer my question Arya! I just asked where in heaven’s name you got this shirt?” She sounded a bit harsh to my surprise.
“Isn’t it such a coincidence mommy? Your name is written on it” I playfully nudged her to see if she will smile but she didn’t.
She looked like she was going to cry.
“Arya it’s a simple question… Where in God’s name did you get this shirt from?” She sounded furious.
“Someone gave it to me” I sharply replied.
“What? Someone gave you this? Who was it that gave you this? Just tell me who?” She was so curious.
“I don’t fking know him mommy…. I don’t know who he is…. I mean I just saw him and then he splashed muddy water on me then gave me this” I managed to explain.
“What? How does the person look? Can I get a description?” She asked anxiously.
“Why mommy? Why are you so concerned about this not so good shirt? Is it because it has your name on it?” I asked in confusion.
“Uhmmm…. Isn’t it so coincidence?” Mom forced a smile.
“It really is mommy! I mean who would have thought your name was written in that?” I laughed.
Yeah! That’s funny” She said as she walked upstairs with the shirt.
Why is mommy acting all weird?
What’s so special about that dress that made her sound so harsh?
The question should be what the fvck is wrong with my mom in the first place?
I was still lost in thought when I perceived my fried meat burning.
I quickly rushed back into the kitchen.
HOOKED TO THE ENEMY : EPISODE 41 – 50
Aliyah’s Pov:
I grabbed my door handle as I rushed straight into the room.
I felt like my head was spinning….
The shirt….
I remember vividly how Arthur gave me this very shirt.
That was the last shirt I wore before I got the message from him.
To meet him with his girlfriend making out while I was waiting for him to elope.
The memories rushed back into my head and I found myself crying again like it happened yesterday.
I felt like I was going insane.
Now the big question is who the he.ll was it that gave Arya the shirt.
Was it Arthur or did she get it from another source?
I was going to get a heart attack if I keep thinking cos I was going nuts.
I just hope this isn’t from Arthur.
Because if it is really from him then I don’t know how this whole drama will turn out.
I told them I don’t ever want to have anything with Arthur but they wouldn’t listen to me.
HOOKED TO THE ENEMY : EPISODE 41 – 50
Sofia’s Pov:
Arya and I were seated in the library with our books in front of us.
“You need to see the way my mom reacted when she saw the name written on the clothes” she started.
“Really?” We shared a laugh.
“She was so surprised…” Arya added.
“Oh my gosh….” I gasped as I saw Martin and his group of friends walk into the library.
“The hottie is here” I gasped
“Hottie?” She asked Before turning around to see him.
I covered my mouth with palms as I admire his handsomeness.
Arya wasn’t moved she only shrugged.
“Whatever” Arya rolled her eyes as she got up to get a glass of chilled strawberry juice.
HOOKED TO THE ENEMY : EPISODE 41 – 50
Arya’s Pov:
I walked to the counter and ordered for a glass of chilled strawberry juice and paid.
What’s so special about this guy that the whole girls in school are tripping for him?
He might be handsome but he looks so so rude….
And he also has the nerve to speak rudely to any of them.
I was still muttering those words when suddenly someone bumped into me and the drink spilled on the ground.
It was the school’s sweetheart….??
Martin…..
“Blind you!” He cur$ed under his breath with a smirk.
Everybody roared in laughter…
I got so so annoyed!
As I landed a resounding sIap on his cheek and everyone gasped ….
HOOKED TO THE ENEMY : EPISODE 41 – 50
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