  &quot;It is your fault she left.&quot; Quinn's says as he speeds up on the highway. He's driving like a suicidal maniac.
      I grasp the truck's door. I am not ready to die even though I have nothing to live for.
      &quot;Will you slow down.&quot; I shout at him.
      &quot;Was it the attention you wanted?&quot;
      &quot;Am last person who would want publicity. I have more to lose than you may think.&quot;
      &quot;But still went ahead to be here.&quot;
      Why is everyone blaming me. He is the one that came and kissed me, on the hallway. Where anyone could see us. Then a thought pops into my head, &quot;You sub-consciously wanted us to be caught.&quot; I say.
      That makes him slow down, &quot;Why would I want that?&quot;
      &quot;Because you wanted to sabotage your engagement.&quot; I answer.
      He scoffs, &quot;Why, because of you?&quot;
      I wish, &quot;No

  Reporters are very predictable. I knew this morning I will find them at the campus, waiting to know the mysterious girl in Quinn's life.
      I decided to carpool with Oliver, I knew his old SUV that runs on borrowed time and emits smoke as it moves would hide me until I was inside the campus. It worked.
      &quot;We'll talk in the evening, if anything happens am a call away.&quot; Oliver waves as he walks towards the engineering building.
      I look around, no one saw us. I don't want to drag Oliver in this mess I am in.
      I am in a damp mood as I walk past the faculty of Finance. I'm angry Andre stood me up, he didn't show up, yesterday. I find students crowded at the notice board. I walk past them ignoring whatever has their interest until I see Mr. Marcelo's picture pinned on it.
      I can't read what is written beneath it unless I get closer. I start to sweat, what if i

  I'm almost done packing my clothes when I hear commotion. I decide to ignore it, last night people were too drunk, maybe it is the aftermath. Or the crowd that is slowly arriving for the 4by4 dirt race. Countless cars are parked outside and different media houses are also part of them. I zip my duffle bag.
      &quot;Am going to kill you.&quot; A yell is heard followed by a loud bang. I drop everything and rush out of my room. Am in my nightie and a robe.
      &quot;You are dead, Nickel.&quot; That voice, it is Ryan.
      I speed up. I get in time as Ryan throws a punch to Quinn. It collides with his cheek and he staggers backwards. Lee, Jermaine and Roxanna are watching the fight with unfamiliar faces that are cramped in the kitchen without attempting to do anything but record the scene.
      &quot;I'm tired of you taking everything from me.&quot; Ryan throws a second punch, Quinn

&quot;It is your fault she left.&quot; Quinn's says as he speeds up on the highway. He's driving like a suicidal maniac.
      I grasp the truck's door. I am not ready to die even though I have nothing to live for.
      &quot;Will you slow down.&quot; I shout at him.
      &quot;Was it the attention you wanted?&quot;
      &quot;Am last person who would want publicity. I have more to lose than you may think.&quot;
      &quot;But still went ahead to be here.&quot;
      Why is everyone blaming me. He is the one that came and kissed me, on the hallway. Where anyone could see us. Then a thought pops into my head, &quot;You sub-consciously wanted us to be caught.&quot; I say.
      That makes him slow down, &quot;Why would I want that?&quot;
      &quot;Because you wanted to sabotage your engagement.&quot; I answer.
      He scoffs, &quot;Why, because of you?&quot;
      I wish, &quot;No, Because you didn't want it.&quot;
      He brushes me off, &quot;You think you know me, b

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