Chapter 2

Layla has never dated anybody before she met Ibrahim. He was her first love whom she loved so dearly. Before she met Ibrahim nothing comes first except food followed by money but Ibrahim took their positions. Layla was a lonely yet guarded girl. She is jovial, nice, ambivert, never had her first kiss, doesn't not even know what it felt like, she is everything a man can want in a woman but she is not ROMANTIC. This is the song ibrahim sang every single chance he seizes,

Ibrahim, a young guy in his early twenty, tall, not really handsome but he has a broad shoulder. She could deduced that because he once sent her his photos. Ambitious and a professional liar. Layla knows he lies a lot but she thought because of her and the love between them he would stay truthful to her, unknown to her she is part of the game.

Ibrahim has always failed to fulfil his promise.

They met on WhatsApp, he messaged her at night, that was how it all began. She thoughts it is one of her class mate in school that want to ask of the homework given in class, she replied with enthusiasm.

"Hi, how are you doing?"

" I am fine, thank you. And how are you doing too?"

"very well, thank you."

The conversation didn't pass that the first day, the next day they had a long conversation, shared pictures, it was from there she realizes she does not know the person she was chatting with. Since they enjoy each other's company, layla felt it is not bad to continue since it doesn't harm, layla take him as a good friend. Ibrahim on the other hand place a bet on her.

Ultimately, he asked her out. Layla is lonely, has no friend that could hold conversation this long, she does not want to leave her friend so they both carry it to the next level. On their third day of dating, he asked of her nudes photos, which she decline politely. After a month, he asked again, she declined. He asked every chance he got, and she declined every time he asked.

He has stopped giving her all the time and attention that she considered to date him, she felt more lonely like never before. Whenever she messaged him, he will reply with " babe please send your half naked pics, I want to feel like a man, I do not want to cheat on you". He knows she won't send it rather she will end the conversation at that. She left it at that and move on, thinking he is busy or he is upset. Days went by, no message from him, she decided to text him.

" Hey let's meet. We have been dating for more than a month and never meet, you've only sent your picture to me once. I want to see you, please let's meet."

It marked twice indicating he has received it. But the messages were ignored till the next day's evening. He replied

" Babe, how are you? Okay let's meet tomorrow, call me when you see this."

Fortunately she was online, she replied immediately

"Should I still call?"

"No since you are here now, let's meet tomorrow"

"Time?"

"4:30 pm"

"Ibrahim, I can't make it by 4:30, not even 4:00, you know I want to sneak out. How about in the morning before I left for shop? I can branch your side."

"Okay call me when you are ready."

Late in the night, he sent a message(23:04) :

"Babe can we postpone our meeting? My dad just came in now telling me to escort him to a wedding. His friend's daughter is getting married tomorrow."

"Oh.... okay, enjoy your day." (1:00 am).

The following week he suggested they meet, but he cancel it at the last minute. These suggestions and cancelation went on and on for the past 3 years yet they have never met once. She was watching reels on INSTAGRAM when she saw a reel about men, telling the viewers, "MEN KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING, THEY KNOW WHEN THEY HURT YOU, AND THEY ALWAYS FIND EXCUSES WHEN THEY ARE TIRED OF YOU. IF YOU HAD TRIED TO MAKE THE RELATIONSHIP WORK ONLY AT YOUR END WITHOUT HIS SUPPORT JUST KNOW YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME".

Her mind was never clearer. She off the data connection and was deep in thought, immediately she called him, he was drunk.

Him on the other end: you know hannah and jolade, they are my female friends and they can give me whatever I want.

Her : ibrahim are you all right? You are not sounding like you

Him: how do you want me to sound like me? I love you but I want sex, I can ask jolade for it, without blinking of an eye, she'd say yes, but you, whom I placed a bet on cannot even send me just one nude photo of yours. Help me win layla.

Her: (long silence) let's break up ibrahim.

She hung up and blocked his number, his whatsApp number and any other means through which he could contact her.

She didn't cry, she was sad, part of her felt empty , but not the side she'd want to get back. She resume to her daily life as if nothing happened to her. She loved him dearly but because she could not give him sex, she loose him.

Ibrahim was never a responsible guy, he had place a bet on her, he won, they dated, but the bet was re-taken (to have her nude photos).

Albeit, we have seen a lot of couples who met on social media, but this is out of it.how can you date someone whom you've never seen before? Is it some kind of.... I can't even imagine it. Well follow me as we unravel what happened to Layla. Thank you for your support in advance. This is my first time uploading my story on webnovel. Suoport me as you support othet writers.