After the last monotonous fourty minutes of Geography…

Mr. Wani left the classroom. Students’ noise restored.

“Hot jaguar! Your math assignment. It’s only you who hasn’t submitted,” class monitor called out Pryannah.

Hot jaguar because her dad was famed with great fleet of luxurious cars in capital city.

“Gosh, haven’t touched it yet,” she said, “Ha, whatever, submit everyone’s work, I’m worn out.”

She turned to me. “Ey, your ink. Thanks for it,” she acknowledged, gold Rolex Patek on her wrist sparkling my eyes.

“Okay,” I said, going back to acting busy.

Her voice was so flirtatious. She made sure I touched her hand while passing me my pen. And it felt very soft like bread.

“She’s too hot, I mean she even has this red painted nails on her left hand. Huuu, come on Nick, if you’re going to break mum’s promise, break it because of Suzie not her,” I cautioned myself in my mind.

“Can I see your drip lyrics?” Pryannah requested, her eyes on my Geography notebook.

I jumped a bit. “What are you talking about?” I asked, “You meant my notes right?”

“Nick please, I just wanna appreciate it,” she insisted, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.

I got very surprised that she already knew my name owing to the fact that I put myself as ‘unknown’ in class.

“So you know my name?”

“Yep, something wrong?”

“It’s fine but I don’t write any lyrics okay?”

“Hmmm, you’re not such a good liar. I know there’s lyrics in your notebook.”

“Oh hell no, how did she know that I write lyrics?” I quizzed myself in my mind.

“Are you a singer?” I asked her.

“Yep, I love singing and rhyme too.”

“Find my friend Lambo then, he writes lyrics too.”

Can’t lie, I was under pressure to showboat her my lyrics which I rarely did to girls. But then she sighed as if I disappointed her. Chaos there, she was good at acting.

“Lambo is not my good friend anymore,” she claimed.

“Uh okay fine, I’ll show you later when I’m done,” I said, standing up to help myself out.

“Don’t you forget.”

“I won’t.”

I started off to the hostel with a shower in my mind but I quickly remembered that I forgot something in my bag. I looked back at my desk from where I was standing in front and I saw her still focused on me. She forced herself to a smile. I did not buy it. Definitely, she was showing her feelings for me but I was sticking to 0×G.

By then everyone had gone out except her as I approached my desk.

“Yey, he’s changed his mind,” she said, playing with pink butterfly ribbons on her braids.

“Nop, I almost forgot my closet keys,” I said, “I think I should just take my bag with me.”

“I’ll be here reading my novel, I can look after your bag.”

“Uhh, that’s nice of you but I’ll take it with me.”

“Ever kissed a girl in your life?”

I stalled for a while. Then I manifested to her my bewildered face. “Where does this come from?” I asked.

“I’m just curious.”

She knocked me out of words.

“You’re speechless wow, I knew it, you’re too shy for that.” She crashed my ego whilst standing herself up on Mary Jane leather shoes.

I felt belittled. “Huh, girl, do you think I’m that flat? Come here.” I snatched her waist and kissed her violently down to her exposed cleavage.

She chuckled. She discovered that I was a noob. I had no faintest idea of how I did that to a daughter of famous Martumuli, whom I just met. Even the laws of physics couldn’t help figure out where I got that energy from.

“Are you going to stop exploring me?” she asked sarcastically.

I stayed quiet, then I lifted her up and put her on top of my desk. I positioned myself between her fluffy thighs but she seemed not fazed at all.

“What are you trying to do to me now?” she asked provocatively, grinning at me. Unveiling all her teeth braces.

“Stop talking,” I shushed her, going back for her feminine lips.

“Really, what am I doing?” I probed myself in my mind. To no avail. I continued to shine her bubble gum lips with mine.

My nostrils were filled with her pleasant scent but that couldn’t stop me from smelling danger. Conflict of interest arised as my genuine crush, Suzie stepped in with her book. Suzie pretended like she saw nothing, only minding her paperwork in her desk in front. Immediately, I let my hands off Pryannah and picked up my bag.

“Ey, what’s wrong?” Pryannah asked me, leaning back on my desk.

I turned my back on her. “I’m going to my hostel,” I said.

“She’s not a snitch, don’t mind her.”

I didn’t bother responding to Pryannah anymore. I walked out with mixed feelings.