Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Six

There are three types of students in school,

1: The ones who resume on the exact day of resumption, In secondary school, we call them the assistant janitors slash cleaners, cos we all know no one resumes that early unless you wanna take up cleaning of seats and floors for a week as a part-time job. In the University or polytechnic, Like in my case, we call these early-comers the "good students" or the "No-lifes" Why? I mean, it's public knowledge that it takes at least, 2 weeks, before the school starts running fully, you're probably just going to be hanging around and working tirelessly on assignments that aren't registered in the official scheme of school work. Duh

2: The ones who calculate the date of their resumption, because (I)  They know how things work in the school system. (II) They are still loving and enjoying their holidays. (III) They know their real friends wouldn't have resumed. (IV) Some wait for their boyfriends slash Girlfriends before returning. (V) They have planned their Grande comeback, and probably need everyone around when they walk in rocking that fire outfit, because envy fuels their Self esteem.  (VI) Some are just plain lazy.

3: The ones who always resume in the middle of the semester. You can't fall under this category if you don't have a backup plan, eg, having sex with the HOD, bribing your HOD or simply highering an exam machinery.

I'm proud to say I fall under Category 2, we time our date of resumption. So yeah, it's the third week of resumption and I'm jamming to "Air" by Di 'Ja, as I strut my way to my department, to be sincere, everyone's looking different, Some in a very good way, others in a very horrible way. Like John James, he used to be all macho and eight packed not even six and all,  but for some reasons, he's decided to go on a diet and is now looking so slim and sickly, I probably would have thought him "nice" if I didn't know how actually "nice" he looked a month and some days ago. There's also Tina Goodwill, for some reasons, madame decided to shred her thick sexy AF figure, and opted for a slim model figure instead. I wanted to scream "Sisterly what the hell did you lose weight for?" as I walked past her, but I just smiled and said "Looking good" instead.

"Looking good too" she replied almost immediately and I must say, I concur. I mean, I literally spent the entire holiday, working out and saving up for a new wardrobe. And every single time I worked out, i always got this well detailed imagery in my head of how I wanted everyone to react at he sight of my awesome body and maybe I'm not getting all imagined, but I can tell people are stealing glances at me and i even caught one senior guy staring at my butt which took about a million squarts a day to pop. This is the semester where I let lose, and live my life anyway, at least, while it lasts. Because truth be heard, I still think of ending my entire existence but I feel like I owe it to myself to enjoy life and do the things I've always wanted to do before i finally commit suicide in three months. I've planned my death and I'm excited.

I'm holding my bag gingerly and struting up the stairs when i feel an empty bottle hit me lightly; Paul. I take a deep breath before turning around with a not-so-happy face plastered on my nicely-done facebeat.

"What was that for, Paul?"

"Sincerely, I don't think I'll stop doing that at least until you stop making me scream your name in public because you're too deaf"

"I'm listening to music with my earpiece, Oga"

"But does it have to be so loud though?"

"That's the point, to block out noise"

He motioned closer and closer as he spoke and for some reasons, my heart beated faster and faster.

"I'm loving the new-look, David"

"Thanks for noticing, and you really should stop that calling me by my surname, maybe that's why I never hear you call."

He laughed, my heart skipped.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop but why the change though?"

"Well, i'm trying to be a different person for three months  because if I'm dead in three months, I want to be remembered for looking beautiful...at least."

"Can't a girl choose to be beautiful for a change...Oga, I'm late for lectures."

"Oh, okay, I'll walk you to your class."

"Dude you don't have to."

"I want to."

I shrugged and strutted on.

"Why do you think you weren't beautiful, Star?"

I paused.

"Nigga, did you see me like a month and two weeks ago, nobody wanted to be reckoned with me, you even only kissed me because it was dark. Lol."

"We both know I wasn't beautiful, still don't think I am though, at least I know say I still try."

"Uh, I never thought for a second that you weren't beautiful, I find you attract--"

"Let's not get to this again, I still feel guilty for what we did then. "

"You don't have to."

By this point we were already in front of my lecture room.

"Okay...yeah, whatever. I just don't want to--"

"I understand, I totally understand."

"Thank you."

"But, listen David, I like you a lot, and I've tried killing and fighting it but it's not working and to be candid, I'm sick and tired of fighting with my emotions, it's stressful. Besides, Ruth and myself have been done for more than 2 months now, so I don't see why we can't--"

"We just can't, okay? I've got to go."

I turned to go but he pulled me back.

"At least, can I get your number?"

"Later, Paul."

I turned and filled my ears with Dija's "Air"  as I walked into the lecture room.

Damn now I wish I was one of those people who resumed in the middle of the semester, Damn!