All Chapters of Beneath The Surface (A Nigerian Teen Fiction)✔: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Zaria's POV"Wow! You have a very nice room. You are very neat." I looked around the large room and smiled, nodding my head in approval. I've been to so many guy's room and his topped the neatness list. Charles or Taju's room are equivalent to a dumping ground. Cloths every where and at every corner, washed and unwashed. It was always unsettling and bad. Tyler's room was okay but I've never been to Kelvin's. But this...this was just wow! His room was not exactly a typical boy's room. He had one poster of the rap legend Eminem on his wall and a shelve stacked with motivational and inspiring books and I was sure he must have read them all. Close to his huge king sized bed was a glass door that led to a terrace that gave a rather beautiful view of the estate. "You haven't seen a guys room this neat?

Joel's POV"Do you have cleavers?" She asked. " Yeah. They are up in that cabinet." I pointed, looking at the pot of rice that was still cooking on the gas cooker. I saw that it was done so I put off the burner. I looked back at Zaria and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. She was trying to stretch to get the cleaver and that made the jersey she was wearing move up, exposing her beautiful, long and flawless thighs. I sucked in a breath as she still struggled to get the cleaver, the dress moving farther up her thighs. It was like she wasn't even aware of what she was doing. Holy God! What is this girl doing to me? I walked behind her slowly and leaned closer to her. She sensed my presence and stopped trying to get the cleaver. I reached up and took the cleaver, not leaving my position. She tur

Joel's POV For two weeks straight, Zaria didn't speak to me. We agreed that we wouldn't go public yet and leave everyone to their speculations, but this was different. She wasn't even sparing me a glance not to talk of a wave in greeting. She was completely avoiding me and I have no idea why. I tried to speak to her severally but anytime she sees me she will scram like I was a deadly parasite that she shouldn't come in contact with. I was getting frustrated. I thought of giving her the space, maybe she'd come around but there was nothing.Was it something I did? Did I pry too much into her private life? Was I being nosy? No... She kissed me. I tried to call her severally but she wouldn't pick up. It was all too frustrating. I decided I was

Zaria's POVBy the time I was rounding up with my story, Joel had already stood up from his seat in front of me and by the window, staring outside. I saw the death grip he had in the burglary and I gulped inaudibly. He hasn't spoken since I dropped the bombshell and I was terrified of his reaction. "She insulted me and called me horrible names. She wouldn't believe me. To her Sam was a good boy who wouldn't hurt a fly." I gave a sarcastic laugh as tears falling from my eyes."When my dad came home that night, she told him what I had said. He didn't believe me. He even slapped me. He said I should never say a word about it in my entire life. Sam denied blatantly." I looked up a Joel through misty eyes. He had the rods in a death grip, I feared his knuckles would burst any minute. "I still think they know I was telling the truth. They only wa

Mature and Triggering Scene Ahead. Read at your own risk. ??Zaria's POVI gasped for breath as I woke up with a start, perspiration dripping from my body even with the air conditioning at it's highest. My face was wet but not from sweat. From tears. I took several breaths to calm my racing heart and I allowed my mind to go back to the dream. Suddenly everything became clear; Why I have been having those night mares for a long time and why I couldn't help her when she cried for help. She cried to me for help...I couldn't help all the while because that girl was Me... ...and the man... UNCLE SAM!I looked around frantically and saw it was already dark. I looked at the time and widened my eyes when I saw 8: