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         °•°Freddy's POV°•°
                          
"Come on, darling. Talk to me," Kate cooed and ran her long nails down my arm. I ignored her and opened the door of my hotel room. Before I could shut it, Kate dashed in and ran to my bed. She made herself comfortable on it and smiled at me. 
                          
I responded with an eyeroll.
                          
"Okay, Freddy! Why are you angry with me?"
                          
I didn't reply.
                          
"Please, I'm sorry"
                          
I didn't reply.
                          
"Please, just tell me"
                          
"The way you treated Naomi," I replied at last.
                          
"How did I treat her? What do you mean?" She exclaimed, a hint of anger in her voice. 
                          
"Kate, you said we dated in our Nigerian high school, right?"
                          
She paused, took in a deep breathe and nodded frantically. "Yes! We dated. You always called me Cupcake!"
                          
"Then, why don't you remember Naomi? She said we attended the same highschool in Nigeria?"
                          
"We did. I do remember her"
                          
"Yesterday, you didn't treat her well. You pushed her when you were rushing into the car. What if you had hurt her?"
                          
"But I didn't hurt her."
                          
"Naomi and I are friends. The way you treated her made her feel unwelcomed. She didn't even join us for lunch that day. I haven't even seen her today. I just hope she isn't avoiding me because of you"
                          
"What? Must she eat lunch with us? Must you talk to her?"
                          
"She's my friend"
                          
"I'm your girlfriend"
                          
"That means in our Nigerian highschool, you weren't Naomi's friend," I concluded.
                          
"Not that...um...well...Yeah! We weren't close"
                          
"Why?"
                          
"Naomi isn't the good girl she pretends to be. I know that. You just don't know her true color"
                          
I folded my arms against my chest. With a scowl, I said, "Please enlighten me. What kind of girl is she?"
                          
"I don't want to ruin your friendship," she shrugged. "I can't tell you. Instead, I will give you your chance to discover yourself".
                          
I scrutinized her expression but I couldn't read it. I walked to my mini fridge and took out a can of malt drink. When I looked at her, I almost choked on my drink. She was looking at me like an angry lioness ready to pounce. Her furious glare scared the life out of me.
                          
"What's wrong?" It was my turn to ask. 
                          
"Why are you befriending Naomi?"
                          
"Is that why you are..."
                          
She cut me short. "Why?"
                          
"I don't see why not!"
                          
"But...But you don't know her that well"
                          
"I like her vibe. We relate well"
                          
"Oh!" she snorted and bit her bottom lip.
                          
"You don't have to be jealous. I don't like her. You are my only girlfriend"
                          
She flashed a smile.
                          
I just have to keep her happy or she might tell my mom a fake story that will make her angry. I don't want my mom to worry about my dating life. She has gone through a lot. I don't want her to fall ill.