WHITE!!!!; The color of your heart??????????
(A wall flower’s guide to finding God)
Chapter 2
(One plus one is three……)
I watched in horror as the contents of the beaker spilled all over the clothes of the boy standing beside me.
My village people had finally succeeded Sha.
I began rubbing the wet area with the end of my shirt, apologizing profusely. My brain was already shutting down. Thank God what was in the beaker was water and not some dangerous chemical.
“It’s fine.” I heard a soft, light voice say to me, but my mind didn’t register the words as English language, so I continued rubbing at his shirt. The people around us were already staring and whispering.
I wanted to cry.
“I said it’s fine.” The voice said, a little firmer now, and a hand slapped mine away from the shirt. I looked up and my eyes met the aloof stare of the boy before me. His eyebrows were creased in irritation, and he stared at me like I had just…..well, spilled water on him.
“God! I’m so sorry. It was a mistake….” I began clumsily, but he turned away from me and started to refill the beaker.
“So, you not only like to endanger yourself, but others too?” He said casually, and I was using all of my brain power to try and figure out what he meant. I notice that he had a bit of an English accent, probably acquired from living abroad.
“I’m sorry…. I don’t really get….” I said again cautiously and he sighed.
“You don’t need to.” He stated finally, ending the conversation and leaving me staring at him like a dead fish.
He completely ignored me for the rest of the practical, and I managed to finish my work. He finished several minutes before me though, even though he had arrived later than I had.
I submitted and began to head out, all on my mind being the rice I had left in the pot and how I would crash-land in my bed and sleep.
I opened WhatsApp to check my messages as I began to walk to the Keke park.
There was a message from Feyikemi.
“Hey babe. I’m buying shawarma. You want?”
Ah. God bless this girl and all her descendants.
I quickly typed back a confirmation, happy that I wouldn’t be feasting on rice and stew alone this night.
As I was settling in for the night, my roommate, Rolake, who had taken my orange sweater said to me,
“Ileri, I’ve returned your sweater oh.”
I sighed and checked for it in my wardrobe, seeing it squeezed in. I took it out and dropped it in my dirty clothes pile, then clambered onto my bed and tried to get some sleep. My mind went back to the cold looking, soft voiced grandson of the VC.
God. I had totally embarrassed myself in front of him, and the memory would probably haunt me for the next three weeks.
I stayed awake for about thirty minutes, playing and replaying the scene in my head, thinking about the one thousand different ways it could have gone, and the one million things I could have said.
Honestly at this point in my life, I had probably written and acted more scripts in my head than Funke Akindele.
I rubbed my face.
This wouldn’t do.
If I was going to stay awake thinking, I might as well utilise the time wisely.
I sat up on my bed and switched on my Torchlight, opening my handout.
“Abeg whoever switched on the light should switch it off nah.” Another of my roommates, Samantha mumbled as she turned in her bed.
“Oh, sorry.” I muttered as I switched it off quickly.
Greta work Ileri. How will you read now?
I got down from the bed and headed outside the room, sitting on the steps and using the outside bulbs as light.
As I solved the questions, I came across a particularly difficult one, and i decided to type it out he GC, in hopes that if anyone was still awake they would put me through.
Our Course Rep, Tobi, messaged me privately some seconds later with the solution.
I typed in a thanks, and tried to study what he had sent, but I wasn’t quite getting it.
‘Do you understand?’ he messaged again, almost as if he had really my mind.
‘Not really. I’ve actually been having problems with this particular topic.’ I typed back.
‘Oh? I’m having a tutorial on this exact topic tomorrow night with Iretiola. Do you want to come?’
I weighed my options. Tobi was very smart, his CGPA in 100l had been a whopping 4.2, and he often thought many of us whenever we didn’t understand anything, and I really needed help on this topic, as I was sure it would be on the test and exam.
Well, at least I wouldn’t be alone with him. Not that Iretiola was much of a friend to me though.
‘Sure. Thank you very much.’
That was how I found myself waiting at the said meeting place the following night. I had arrived earlier than the time Tobi had given so I sat by myself, and plugged my earphones in, listening to one of my favorite Kpop groups, BTS’ songs.
I was like this for some minutes, when I suddenly felt someone sit beside me, and reach to pull one earphone out of my ear.
“What are you listening to?” Came the cheery, friendly voice of Tobi, our CR. He put the earphone in his ear as I stared at him, flustered.
“Ahn. Which language is this?” He asked teasingly, and my face grew hot.
“K-Korean.” I stuttered, looking down.
Tobi was always smiling, easygoing and friendly, and his attitude matched his looks. He was handsome and tall, with extremely smooth skin for a boy.
I always admired and looked up to him.
He had such great leadership and people skills, always level headed and with a smile even in times of crisis.
He was everything I could never hope to be.
Back in 100l, I had had a crush on him like the idi0t I was, all because he had been so nice to me, but I soon realized that he was the kind of person that was nice and free around everyone.
Plus who was I kidding? Why would such an amazing person like someone as useless as me?
“Weldone, all you Korean girls. Issokay o.” He said smiling warmly as he returned the earphone to me.
He whipped out his phone and scrolled through it.
“Shey you know this new guy that just transferred to our department from abroad, the VC’s grandson.”
My head snapped up. “Yeah.”
“I’ve been calling him to let us meet so that he can get to know everything in the department, and so I can put him through on anything he doesn’t understand, but he insists that he doesn’t need help. He’s so blunt and brute.” He said, laughing casually, and then turned to me.
“Please if you see him, try to drag him here. I trust you Ileri.”
You trust me? Me to drag someone somewhere? Tobi, it’s like you didn’t get enough sleep last night.
He smiled at me again, that his signature smile that all the girls loved.
“He’s the complete opposite of you Sha. You, you’re so cute Ileri, like a teddy bear.” He said softly, pulling my cheek playfully.
My face grew hot, and the butterflies in my stomach were having a field day.
Iretiola finally arrived, and she looked irritated upon sighting me.
“Tobi, you didn’t tell me someone else would be joining us.” She said as she sat down at his left.
Ahn. Was it a date?
He smiled sheepishly. “My bad Ire. Ileri needed help too, so I decided to invite her.”
Iretiola scoffed in disapproval. “Okay o.”
We then proceeded to hit the books.
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I had an eight am lecture the following day, and I got up early so I could snag a seat at the front of the hall.
I succeeded, but was met with displeasure as the only available seat at the front was beside none other than Sean Odeyemi.
Ugh.
I quietly took my seat and began to bring out my books.
“Excuse me, you’re in my seat oh.” A female voice said above me, and I looked up.
“What?” I asked.
“I said you’re on my seat. I kept this space.”
“There was nothing on the seat when I came.”
“Mama abeg. Do you know when I woke up? Please get up oh. Don’t let me start wahala for you this morning.”
My palms began to sweat and I bit my lip.
I quickly turned to the boy beside me.
“Ehm….Sean….you saw me when I came right? There was nothing on the seat.” I said, pleading.
Sean rose an uninterested eyebrow at me for one second, then turned away as if I had been talking to myself.
I stared with my mouth agape. (Seishun satsbasaron)
The girl before me tapped the desk in irritation.
“Aunty. Stand up.”
I felt like crying.
“O….okay.” I mumbled as I gathered my things, squeezing my side in shame. I began walking to the back of the hall, feeling as if everyone was staring at me.
I didn’t bother beating myself up on why I wasn’t able to stand my ground to that girl.
This was who I was.
I instead turned all of my frustration into anger and directed it at Sean, blaming him like a coward.
What a j*erk.
Why didn’t he respond to me? What was his problem?
Was he still angry about the water incident in the lab?
Na wa oh. How will you be keeping malice like a girl.
I sighed.
It wasn’t like I would be able to confront him anyway.
I would just keep hating him in my head.
O ga oh.
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There it is my lovelies!!!
What do you think??
What do you guys think of Tobi and Sean?
Written by Authoress Covenant.
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