"It was me all along. I had been seeking ways to meet you by all means. Then I had a perfect idea—steal your phone and make you come for it, come for me. I never stopped stalking you and when you made that post on your little trip to the mall, I grasped the opportunity. I had one of my guys get me an exact replica of Remi's outfit. I also positioned that girl to spill some stuff on you to get you distracted in the bathroom. And Victoria was also a distraction for your boyfriend.
"I never wanted your money, Temi, although, it was to help pay up those I got involved but I really wanted to see you.
I was the guy who walked past you while you were in the car."
"Adam!!!! I should have thought of you!!! So it was you!!!"
"Yes. Things didn't go as perfect as planned but at least, I saw what you look like on the outside and I still want you so bad."
"You're cute alright, but you're more of a psychopath."
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All attention was intensive on my off-list that I accomplished every single one of it.
My attention was so drawn to that that I failed to note how I had achieved even more beyond that list; I managed to communicate with a Supreme being! All because I had no phone to offlead my attention or consume my time.
Even more startling, my addiction was gone! It was G-O-N-E! Little did I know that the urge was being distracted by the load of diversion and activities I occupied myself with, plus the consciousness of its existence was tuned out by the absence of its trigger—a device! When I figured that out, I was happy as a jaybird!
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𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞.
𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.
And the challenge?
It wasn't booming as we anticipated. Everyone loved to chip into trends, but not this one.
People weren't willing to go offline for a whole week. What would they be doing?
Few young people joined in; a noteworthy percentage of sixty adults and the forty percent remnants were of those whose parents had forced them to be a part of the challenge.
As a matter of fact, people started to backwash the challenge when others were really getting into it, giving them reasons not to get involved:
"Now, this offline challenge is just the dumbest thing ever and I hope it doesn't trend. Why would I wanna leave social media for a whole f***ing week? Leave my accounts, my followers, my works, and my posts for a whole week? For what, man! My whole life is on this thing. It's like asking me to last a week without nourishment. Now, I don't know who created this s**t but it's stoopid."
I was thrilled to post my achievements. When it was time for me to upload my losses, I couldn't find one which was truly valid. Lots of people could not really ascertain their losses, save for those who had built their legacies online. But for me, it was nothing!
On Sunday, I attended Church with a positive feeling. But it all was waved off when I had to use the Bible app in my phone and got drawn back by an Instagram notification. And so it was till the rest of the sermon.
We sat together on my living room couch. My legs were crossed on the arm of the couch with my head leaning on Aisha's laps. The room was serene for we were minding our social businesses in our respective virtual worlds.
*𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡* 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥.
I arrived online and scrolled through my flooded texts and notifications. There were millions of them. First off, I had to make a sharp post, announcing my return. Lots of people cared, others didn't even notice I was gone. :((
I had phoned Oliver as soon as I got my phone, to apologize concerning Remi's misbehaviour and reveal the absolute truth to him. He was cool with everything but now he hated Remi for real.
Texts consistently popped up from this certain group chat that Oliver had added me to several months back. The group chat was getting better and hotter. I had missed all the fun convos and new comers. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.
I enjoyed being the center of attention in that group chat because of my peculiar physical appearance. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
But something was different this time, there was a new girl in the group so that the boys no longer cared about my existence. She made jokes, she was really amiable, she possessed enviable and topnotch potentials; she was perfect.
She went by the name MoonBloom MB and she had been added to the group chat by Oliver who claimed that she was his classmate in school. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰?
I visited the girl's Facebook profile and I was stupefied. Her bio said, "I'm MoonBloom but you can call me bitchiest." With lots of fire emojis and all sorts of stupid stuff.
I clicked on her picture next: she packed her silky hair in a bun and her edges were wonderfully layed and curved from the crown of her head to the side of her ear. Her light skin looked well-polished that I searched for its flaws to keep my confidence intact but I could not locate a single blemish, not a teensy-weensy dark spot.
Her neck was adorned with a shimmering necklace and her wrists and fingers, flashy rings and bracelets; the trending ones.
Her lips were naturally pink considering her skin colour—just like my best friend. She was wearing a pink lace-up crop top on white cargo pants and her pierced bellybutton was together visible with half her watermelons.
Her outfit was accompanied by a furry, pink, cute designer backpack, and of course, the trending glowing sneakers. She evidently took this picture while facing a mirror to enable everyone vividly view her luxurious, pink-stricken room and definitely the latest iPhone in her hand. Then her middle finger pointing at the ceiling
The picture quality was, in fact, dope. It was all just too, too, too perfect.
The caption said, "Dear ex, you lost!"
The photo had a thousand reactions straight up! And hundreds of comments and shares.
Everyone was commending how great she was and she didn't even reply to any of them! 𝐎𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. Her social validation made me feel less of myself.
I scrolled beneath in utmost curiosity and viewed more pictures of her flaunting her boyfriend online, like anyone gave a 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑.
Boy, did that make me feel so jealous! Why couldn't I and Oliver be more showy online about our affections? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲.
She basically made a post about every single thing that happened to her and notified everyone about her success.
Then it dawned on me that our little miss sunshine here 𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, was a model and an artist. Mostly, a model.
She was an ambassador for a top brand and she claimed to be a motivator for other young people out there.
Slowly, all of the attention was directed to MB. Everyone began to ask stuffs about her and they all wanted to be friends with her, not with me. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭? 𝐀 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭? 𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫? 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐟𝐟𝐭!
The guys hyped her so much that even some of the group's ghosts became visible just to attain a chance at exchanging pleasantries with this gal.
Some of the guys even asked her to choose between them while being aware of her relationship status! 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!!!!
Oliver was oddly cool with it.
MB had thousands of followers on Facebook, ten thousand on TikTok and twenty thousand on Instagram.
I joined her followers on every platform majorly because she was a part-time artist too.
In a short notice, there came this feeling of hatred and envy towards this particular being.
First off, MB was way too dumb to have that much followers! The things she posted were totally unacceptable by morality and very preposterous so why did she have that much followers?
Why did people often say things like, "you inspire me so much!" On her posts𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧?
Moreover, I was a more better artist than she ever was. I knew it for sure and my friends confirmed it but not the virtual audiences.
This made me develop deep envy and hatred towards her and because I often disregarded her contents by dropping a thumb reaction to 'disqualify' it or by attacking her opinions, she felt the same way about me. Thus we became rivals.
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"Hey, Tee. Cómó estás. 🙃"
"Cómó estás sad.😔"
"Lol. What's up?"
"I don't really know what's wrong. I just came online and I feel really sad."
"Awwwn 🥺 Sweetheart, you know I hate it when you're sad. I wish I was right there beside you to comfort you."
On viewing that, my face lit up in a wonderful smile. Remi walked passed me while feeding on an apple, he tried peeking into my phone's screen.
"Who's making you blush like this?"
He chewed noisily in my ear.
"No one. And get your face out of my face and business!"
"Who's making you blush?" He persisted.
"The man of my dreams," my face lit up once again, as if ignited by a flame of love. (●'◡'●)
Sour-faced, he said, "that's the dumbest thing you've ever said."
"Jelly fish."
"Chicken... Fish... Whatever. I'll be in your room."
"No... Don't..." I sighed and returned to my phone. Remi was just always annoyingly at my place.
Now back to Oliver:
"You're the best, Ollie.🥺"
"No, you're the best.🥺"
"No, you're the best.🥺"
"Fr, you're the best. You're like the most important person, the most important... everything in my life right now. Frfr.🙌🏾🥺"
"😱Awwwn!😭❤️"
"Now, let's go make those knuckleheads feel all jelly in the group."
I loved how Oliver made me feel. I loved how it was easy to turn glad from sad at a glimpse of his sweet text.
Everyone in the group was quiet now; MB was offline... At least that was what I thought. If I had known earlier that she was silently watching I and Oliver 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒-𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒, I wouldn't have engaged in the act of making the group members annoyed or jealous. For I did not want I and her to be active at the same time in the group in such a way that everyone would directly make me feel less of myself.
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I became even more inquisitive about the post when I viewed Oliver's comment on it. I had to get myself some data as soon as possible to enable me view the pictures that MB posted of which earned thousands of "ha-ha" reactions and comments and shares.
Oliver's comment: "TF Amanda! Take it down! Now!"
I was completely abashed to see that the post was a screenshot of I and Oliver's 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟-𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔!! 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰?!
It was captioned, "Fresh love❤️🔥🍯 Give 'em a month and half.💔"
And comments like: "It's this type of relationship I love to tamper with. Manipulate them both. Scatter the whole thing.💣"
I was flattered at first to see that the public was interested in I and Oliver's love story. I loved that it gained lots of reactions but in the real sense, the 𝒘𝒆𝒆-𝒗𝒊𝒍 gal was picking on me!
"Ollie!"
"Yes, darling?"
"Stop! That's exactly what started this whole crap."
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞?... 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬.
"What are you talking about?"
"You showed our chats to MB! How could you?!"
"Temi, understand something: Amanda and I have been good friends for a long time now. She gains access to my phone sometimes and that totally explains it."
"Well, do something about this!"
"Tee, I've got everything under control."
"You've got everything... 🙍🏾♀️She's making fun of me."
"She already apologized, girl."
"Do something. Show her that you're upset with her and that she should never repeat such."
"Man, you're controlling asf. That's Amanda for you. You either deal with it or forget about it."
𝐎𝐮𝐜𝐡! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭??
I remained dissatisfied. I went on to make trouble as the post continued to be annoyingly visible on my newsfeed.
"B**ch, rest. You're not the only one who's been used for memes before. Why are you making a big deal out of this? You should be happy that this might give you the chance to actually make sense to Oliver cause in the real world, he would never choose a girl like you with his eyes closed."
𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞!
And the war went on and on and on and on...
As if the mental breakdown that consumed me from just having a rival online wasn't enough, I continued to pester her posts in a bid to humiliate her and also gain social validation from others, her fans.
MB posted, "My momma be nagging 'bout my misbehaviour. B**ch, I didn't ask to be born!"
"Literally!" The first comment said.
Again, there were tons of interactions on one meaningless post coupled with approval and back-up from all dimensions of the virtual earth.
"You don't say such thing about the woman who gave birth to you, especially online. This is totally wrong. She is your mother. If you have problems with her trainings, you don't need to let the whole world know about it."
"Who are you to judge me, miss? This is none of your business, yk. You're being very immature and insensible right now."
Remi oncd said, "no one cares if you're making sense online—just join the crowd."
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞... 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐩. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
"You didn't have to ask to be born to be born; if you did then what you said would actually make sense. People like you who make posts as this are the ones who truly inspire others to think that there's no use of their existence at just the sense of a simple problem. You exist for a definite purpose, everyone does. When your understanding of that is profound, then you'd think twice before saying you didn't ask to be born."
"Where the hell did you come from?!?!?!?😤😤😤
What gives you the right to judge me this way? You're simply being a fool right now."
I furiously complained to Oliver.
"Uhh, I don't see nothing wrong with that post," he had the gut to spout.
"What?! How can you say such a horrible thing?!!!!! You're so unbelievable!!!!!!!!!!"
"Tee, you need to take a chill pill." Oh, cliché. "You seem so upset today. You've been chatting so sternly."
I was actually sitted on the bed calmly typing all that.
𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.(-_-)
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𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝.
"So that post was in no way wrong?"
"Well, her mother shouldn't really be complaining about her misbehaviour because she got it all from her. Plus, her mother is literally a b**ch and bore Amanda outside wedlock, even almost aborting the pregnancy.
Her Mom also maltreats her a lot. She goes through so much. Even physical abuse. She almost committed suicide once. When she tried uncovering her real Dad, her Mom literally almost killed her that day. Now, this information must not be leaked out.
"Wow!" 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰?
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𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧.
I wished to be like her and I envied her but my life on the outside was better than hers?
I was sympathetic about her story. I prolly should not have jumped into conclusions that way or criticize her strongly.
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A soap bubble lasted longer than my sympathy for it was just a phase.
We were back to being rivals again.
I updated a new profile picture; it was just a selfie.
MB left a comment saying, "I love the acne on your left cheek lol."
𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞.
I blew a fuse and without thinking, I typed swiftly in response, "You don't have to comment on my stuff if you won't be reasonable about it. Least I don't have to get myself daubed in make-up to look good. You can be 'bitchiest' all you want but stay far away from my business." Then I felt better.
"LOL—I've heard it doesn't just mean LAUGH OUT LOUD but also LOTS OF LOVE. Dunno how valid that is but I unharmfully meant the second one. If you're going through some piece of s**t then deal with it inside, don't be acting so paranoid in here and acting like anyone is competing with you or anyone even notices your existence.
It's okay if you can afford make-up, hun. My Mom owns the best make-up store in town and we'll be happy to help out a tramp.fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuu."
Others backed her up using reactions. Oliver was quiet.
I couldn't gather up the courage to respond to her. I felt so low—right were she wanted me to be—low.
I took the picture down and headed straight to bed.
"She's a threat to my social life!"
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*𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃*
ΩWhen someone doesn't give a mustard seed about something or someone, the person simply doesn't care.
ΩUsed to represent something very small.
∆Like anyone gave a 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑..
*𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄-𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄*
ΩAn act of two people behaving like a couple in such a way that is too obvious or annoying.
∆...was silently watching I and Oliver 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒-𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑒...
*𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑-𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆*
ΩTwo people sending text messages with lots of affection.
∆...Of I and Oliver's 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑎𝑟-𝑡𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔!!
*𝐖𝐄𝐄-𝐕𝐈𝐋*
ΩA substitute for evil.
∆The 𝒘𝒆𝒆-𝒗𝒊𝒍 girl was picking on me!
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