Incredibly tired but I just had to ed… *yawns exhaustedly*, sorry, I just had to edit it because it's due for publication, so please vote and comment my loves.
And this chapter is not in the protagonist's point of view (it might have double point of views) so I pray you enjoy it, because I still feel like I would.
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Beverly's POV:
Truthfully I had never felt sorry for anyone the way I did for Will when I recall the occurrence that played right in my face…
"Hey," Will tugged on my sleeve, "are you chill? You look like you've seen a ghost." He remarked my frozen motion and furthered eyes but I merely smiled at it, nudging his shoulder playfully in a way to assure him that I was fine.
"I don't believe in ghosts." I announced and snatched the twig from him, placing it in the yellow flame that burned up in my face.
"Ha-ha," he mimicked a laugh, "I'd rather believe in spirits than in ghosts, honestly," he said matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders innocently, obviously oblivious that I nearly peeped my pants, holding in laughter.
"Shut the fuck up Will," Diane retorted, slapping the back of his head and Will grunted childishly, pouting like a baby and then said,
"No, I'm for real, ghosts are those creepy, scary creatures that you see in Wizard of Oz and the rest, but spirits are real, spirits are the white, uh, uhm," he hung his jaw in thought and I had began splitting my sides with laughter, finding Will's definite nonsensical perspective of ideas very hilarious, though I wasn't going to scorn him for being just idiotic, rather I'd take advantage and make fun out of it.
Diane didn't seem to find it very funny, I guess because she has gotten used to it, so she dragged on his ear and he winced, which made me laugh harder,
"Ouch," he cried, after Diane had left the now-crimson ear, but not without slapping his head.
"Do you for once in your long-lived life make any sense?" she asked grimly, looking into his eyes with typical boredom.
"I got all As and Bs last semester," he argued, crossing his arms over his chest like a child.
"Thanks to all the girls who did your homework and sucked on your…" Diane was saying, but got interrupted by Will's incessant "lalala" and put his hands over my ears to obviously block out whatever words Diane was going to say.
"PG-13!" he warned and I just kept laughing as he stared at Diane with a challenging glare.
"Fine," she said admittingly, "all the girls that sucked on your tiny willie," she said in one breath, a small smile stretching on her lips as Will pretended to cry.
Gosh, they are just cute.
Camella who I had totally ignored, pulled on my shirt, mouthing hysterical laughter, which for a moment seemed weird.
"You know nothing about privacy, do you?!"Will shouted, jumping to his feet and fuming down at Diane who merely chuckled,
"So you do admit to having an atomic penis?" Diane asked sarcastically, rolling her eyes over at him and he jumped up and down, not minding the attention he was attracting to our clique.
"NO!" he barked, stomping his feet and I cackled, "you have not seen- anyway, forget it," he concluded and belted away, for what reason? I can't tell.
Amidst subsiding mirth I hung my face up to the dark clouds of the night, the lights from our campfires and the knowledge of physical company just helped me to relax and feel at peace, but still thinking about Xavier, it now seemed like I thought about him every spare second of my life, I hate him, I wish death on him!...
"Hey," Diane tapped gently on my shoulder, "you're drooling," she joked, wiping nothing from my lips with her thumb, and something about the way she touched my lips was so sensual, but never mind.
"You wish." I spat, smiling back at her wide grin, "you seem a bit dull what's up?" I asked, pulling her hair behind her ear.
She hugged her knees closely to her chest and shrugged before saying, "Worried about Xavier," she announced, almost sounding carefreely, but I knew she was bothered, worried for her best friend and it was totally understandable.
"Hey," I turned her face towards mine and wore a stern look, "he'd be alright okay, and you would see him tomorrow, I'm sure," I said whisperingly, trying to reassure her but goodness knows I meant none of those words, I felt more inclined to saying, "He would die okay, just say your R.I.PS"
But, of course, I couldn't have.
"It's not even about that," Diane sighed, sighing deeply, "I don't think we'd ever talk again." She announced, her voice oozing of fear and desolation, but "no broken hearts in the club" right?
I pulled closer to her, putting an arm over her shoulders, "Friends fight babe, it's what makes a relationship, fights are important, scream, shout, let it all out, but one thing is for sure; reconciliation is a compulsion," I paused, trying to make sure I was making any sense, "you and him would get back together, eventually, and I'm certain of that." I concluded with a sigh, receiving a bear hug from Diane afterwards; clasping me in her arms and pressing my back just so tightly, which made me grunt slightly at the asphyxiating embra…
FEAR! TERROR! HORROR! Clouded my mind when two arms went over my shoulder and Diane's pulling us into a tight hug and I immediately jerked out, but before recognizing the cologne of…
"C'mon, don't be mean," Will cried, pulling out and sitting back on the floor.
At least it was him; I heaved a sigh of relief, smiling at Will who was pouting, with his arms across his chest.
"Willie," Diane teased, ruffling Will's hair and he screamed bloody hell, gaining questioning stares from the woods.
He never cares I guess.
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Clarke's POV:
It was somewhat disturbing to know that Charlotte had an apparent penchant for afro beat, even when I knew nothing about it, she always wanted to talk about people like Davido and Wizkid; people that are very foreign to me, and it's no wonder, since my music taste revolves only around Hip-Hop and Rap.
She squeezed on my shoulder and asked, "Have you listened to Wizkid's Essence?" she asked, looking into my eyes as I focused on the burning flame that, at this moment, could only tell how rapidly my heart was thrumming.
"No." for the umpteenth time I have uttered that word and now I was beginning to feel guilty for Charlotte's withdraw countenance and disenchanted look.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "thought that's his most global song," she whispered, more to herself than to the twig that she held over her face, and then, the tinge of guilt hit me again, so I did this,
"I listen to Wizkid, and Burna Boy, and Davido, and Tems, I listen to all of them, but most of the time, the title of the songs just elude my memory." I soothed, watching the glisten in her eye… Oh, it was just the reflection of the flame, never mind.
She smiled, "I know you don't listen to Afrobeats," she snickered, "you don't even look like one who does." She chuckled and nudged my arm, casting the twig into the fire and we watched it burn, slowly, but now rapidly.
I sighed after processing her words, "You might be right, but I do know one of Tems' song – Wait for you." I announced, feeling somewhat engaging, but Charlotte was, nonetheless, impressed.
"Only because Drake and even Future were in the song." She did not lie, who the hell cares about Tems? Certainly not me.
I tilted my head towards her, pushing a few inches away from the fire as it heated me up harshly, and courageously I held her small, pulpy hand and said, "Let's forget these artistes and let's talk about you."
She chuckled shyly and squeezed my hand softly, and even from the dark woods I could see her cheeks flush red.
"We have already, haven't we?" she said with a small laugh.
"Yeah, I know that, but I still want to know more, what's your middle name? I know your surname is Hitchens, and you are seventeen, but there's some more I don't know, I'm certain of that." I said with a smile, and watched her pull closer to me, her fragrant cologne welling in my nostrils.
She sighed, and held my two hands, turning me adjacent with her, "I'm about to tell you a secret," she dramatized with a mimicked sound effect of, "da, da, da, da" and continued, "well, Clarke Miller," she poked my chest lightly, smiling broadly at me, "I like you." She announced, her eyes fixed on mine, unmoving.
With a gentle squeeze on her hands, I leaned towards her ears and whispered, "I like you back."
She flushed crazily now, my hands falling on her cheeks and squeezing it softly, her eyes boring into mine and mine into hers, her eyelids shut and I met my lips with hers; kissing her and pressing on her waist.
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Does Clarke have a girlfriend now or are zombies eating off my brain?!
Did you like this chapter?
Do you like Bevy's POV or Clarky's or should I go back to Xavy? I wish to know your opinions please, and also, don't be in one quick haste to surmise because you ne'er can tell😉