SHE SLEPT WITH 5 BOYS IN ONE TWRM– WHAT HAPPEN AFTER WILL SHOCK YOU

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My name is Tife. I am 16 years old, and this is the most painful story of my life — the story that turned me from “slay queen” to shame queen in just one school term.

It all started in SS2, at Galaxy High School.

Everyone in school knew me. Some called me “the hottest girl.” Some said I was “every boy’s dream.” Others said I was “too fast for my age.” But I didn’t care. I loved the attention.

Every day I walked into school like a queen. My hair was always on point. My lips always glossy. My uniform always tight and smooth. Boys would turn to look at me, whisper my name, and girls would stare with jealousy.

I liked it. No — I loved it.

But inside me… I was broken.

At home, things were different. My dad was never around. He was always working or staying with his second wife. My mum was always shouting and complaining. I didn’t feel love in the house. I felt alone.

So I began to look for love and care outside.

And where did I find it?

In boys.

Daniel was smart, calm, and always helping people. He was one of the few boys who treated me with respect.

One day, he helped me with a difficult assignment, and I hugged him. The hug became a kiss. The kiss became something more.

I told myself it was just a “small mistake.” But something inside me had changed.

Malik was bold and confident. He was the school head boy, and every girl wanted him.

He liked me, and I liked the fact that he liked me. He gave me attention, bought me snacks, sent me airtime, and always made me feel special.

One day after school prep, he told me to meet him at the back of the school clinic. I went. That was where it happened.

I didn’t love him. But it felt exciting. It made me feel wanted.

Johnson was the strong one. The school's football captain. He had muscles, charm, and that bad-boy look girls die for.

He started flirting with me after I cheered for him during a school match. After they won, he hugged me, carried me up, and we laughed.

We started chatting. Late-night calls. Flirty messages. One day after football training, we met behind the sports store. I thought it would just be kisses.

But it didn’t stop there.

Emeka was the gentle one. He always sat alone, reading novels. But he was rich. Everyone knew his parents had money.

He started sending me money for lunch. He gifted me lip gloss and perfume. One day, he paid for a bolt ride when I was stuck in the rain.

He didn’t even ask me out. He just kept giving. So I gave him something back.

It happened after lesson one evening, in an empty classroom. He said he loved me. But I didn’t love him.

I was only collecting from him. I knew that deep down.

This was my worst mistake.

Deji was dating Reni, my best friend since JSS1. But Deji was a flirt. He started texting me privately, saying Reni didn’t understand him. He said I was better, prettier, hotter.

At first, I ignored him. But he kept pressing.

During the school party that term, after everyone danced and got tired, Deji found me outside. It was dark. The music was still playing. He whispered, “Just one kiss. No one will know.”

It didn’t stop at a kiss.

That term, I was flying high.

Five boys. Five gifts. Five love messages every night. They all thought they were the only one. I was collecting money, food, makeup, and even new shoes.

Girls looked at me with envy. Boys wanted me.

I laughed with pride. I called myself “a smart girl.” I thought I was enjoying life.

But I didn’t know I was digging a big hole for myself.

I made a mistake.

I sent a voice note to another girl — not knowing she would later hate me. In that voice note, I was bragging, laughing, and mocking the boys.

I said:

“Malik thinks he’s hot, but he can’t kiss well.”

“Daniel is too soft, I just use him for assignments.”

“Johnson is a beast, but I only like him for his body.”

“Emeka is my bank. That boy is my ATM.”

“Deji? I only used him to scatter Reni’s heart.”

Yes, I said all that.

And she leaked the voice note.

It was a Monday. I walked into class as usual, with pride.

But something was off.

People were quiet. Eyes were following me. Laughter was hiding behind hands.

I checked my phone. Our class WhatsApp group was on fire.

The voice note was there.

With my name. My voice. My secrets.

I felt cold.

Then Malik stood up in class. “So I was just one of your games, Tife?”