Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Victoria POV....

"Ah! My sister don get crush, she don get crush." Ife sang on the road which was a lot annoying and embarrassing.

"Stop, he's not my crush." I pouted

"I saw the eyes you two used to look at each other and by the way, you chatted through out the drive." Ife said wiggling her brows

"We argued through out the drive." I corrected

"Exactly my point. Don't you watch movies, they pretend to hate each other but deep down, they are in love."

"Okay, there is no love involved and we're not gonna be meeting again. We can never meet again." I said

"Never say never." She replied as we entered the bus that would take us home.

Oh God. She's gonna keep talking about him. Doesn't she get it. We don't match. He's a jerk and I'm ... me.

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2 Weeks later....

My fingers hurts due to lots of typing on Wattpad, my house is damn boring. As usual, and I'm not in the mood to read stories.

My life sucks.

Bing.

I received a notification from Wattpad. Ayomide 1 commented on your story.

Quickly, I tapped it and it opened. I replied thanks to the comments. Then another message entered.

It was a mobile number.

Add me on WhatsApp.

Was written below the number. From the so called Ayomide.

I would have suspected Ayo the bus jerk, but he's the Ambassador Africa, and this is just another individual named Ayomide.

Well, I guess I can find out who he is on WhatsApp.

I added the number and gave it unknown Wattpader.

Then a direct message came in.

Unknown: "Big head wassup."

What?

Victoria: "Hey, sorry who is this?"

Unknown: "olodo it's me ambassador Africa"

What?

V: "Really? is that Ayo?"

...

Unknown: "No I'm Donald Trump. The UNITED STATES president."

He never quits being a jerk.