Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Victoria's POV...

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Piece of advice, when you're in a public bus, try your best to seat close to a window, because if one mumu (foolish) fellow go and mess (fart) and you are no where near ventilation, my brother and sister, na die you dey ( you will die there).

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3:23 pm.

"How do you feel?" My older sister asked for the umpteenth time and I sighed.

"Should I be honest with you?" I asked and she nodded curtly.

"Have you seen where trailer jam okada(motorcycle). The kind of head ache the okadaman will receive, multiply it by two and your answer is what I feel." I replied and she laughed even when i didn't mean any humor in what I said.

"I'll just assume it's spending two hours in front of a computer answering questions that is affecting your brain." She answered between laughs. I just groaned and tried to make myself more comfortable in the bus we just entered.

Ife sat behind me in the bus all because we both wanted to seat close to the window.

Piece of advice, when you're in a public bus, try your best to seat close to a window, because if one mumu (foolish) fellow go and mess (fart) and you are no where near ventilation, my brother and sister, na die you dey ( you will die there).

"Do you know what can make this six hours of sitting in a bus memorable?" I turned to face my sister behind me.

"What?" She raised a brow and I smirked

"You see that cute guy at the door about to enter, he should just sit beside me from here to Lagos. Oh, it would be so dreamy." I sighed.

I know you see me as a fan girl now, but I at least have to get my mind off being bored since my phone was at zero percent.

My eyes followed the cute mid twenties boy(not my age group but he's damn hot). My heart skipped a beat when I saw him walking towards me, I began patting my feet on the floor and picking my nails nervously.

Mr. Handsome stared down at me and I bit my lower lip. Then the most stupid thing happened....

No. I didn't fart. The situation was too awkward for me to fart and God ewww. Why will I mess in a bus?

The so called handsome turned his head and looked at the seat behind me and took a spot...beside my f***sister who was giving me a smug smile.

I hate my life.

I understand why he chose my sister, she was grown, about his age also and obviously didn't not pick her fingers or looking at him like she wan mess(like she was holding in a fart)

Yeah I'm that weird.

But on the other hand, I could beg my sister that we switch positions but then again, who would want to reject a cute guy sitting beside you for probably a whole day trip.

I was contemplating whether or not to ask my sister about switching sides when a voice called up to me.

"Sorry oh pesin dey sidon for here."( sorry is someone sitting beside you?)

I looked up and found a plump... No plump is an understatement... I don't want to be mean but...God is she fat. If she sat down beside me, she could occupy the whole two sitter chair and... what if she now mess.

Holy crap.

"Um.. y-yeah, someone already paid for this seat." I lied and she nodded walking to the very front of the long BRT bus.

Phew.

I know, I know, that was awful of me. I feel sorry but my mum always told me precaution is better than cure. And did you see the size of the woman? I mean she....

"Can I seat here?" My eyes snapped up at the masculine voice and...

Olorun oba... oh God.

He was on a blue shirt and a black jean trouser, he looked as stressed as I was but was still... dope with it.

I wouldn't say he was extensively as cute as the guy Ife my sister got but... well on the scale of 1-10 he'd be around 7.

And 7 stands for adorable.

Yup he was adorable. And the adorable guy is asking me for a seat... I mean he's not necessarily asking me on a date or to marry him but what a gentleman is he for asking for a seat.

"Hey." I snapped back to reality when the guy began giving a look of disgust.

"You're letting Prince Charming get away." Ife mumbled from behind me and I rolled my eyes.

Clearing my throat, I finally spoke

"N-no, I mean yes you can. You can seat here." I stammered

"Real smooth." Ife chuckles lowly and I glared at her only for her to stick out her tongue at me.

Ten minutes of silence and watching how people bought and sold from the open window of the bus, the driver announced that the bus would be departing soon.

"Ife I wanted to..." I turned abruptly to face my sister put I stopped mid ways when I hit the adorable stranger beside me, knocking his book to the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't.."

We both attempted to pick the fallen book on the floor, only for our heads to hit each other. Painfully.

"Ouch." I pouted, rubbing my forehead.

He only rolled his eyes, mumbling some incomprehensible words.

The mumu hit me and na him still dey complain.

I frowned at this thought.

But I stopped when I realized the book he was holding.

A past question physics for Jamb. And also the prescribed novel, sweet sixteen.

"You did your jamb today?" I mentally slapped myself for talking.

"Yeah. You?" He redirected the question.

Wait sef. Did this boy just answer me? Yay, he spoke to me.

"Yeah." I replied and there was this silence that I never wanted to happen.

Say something, say something.

My mind kept singing.

"What department?" He spoke first.

"Art. What about you?" I also redirected the question.

"Science." He replied

No, the conversation shouldn't end.

"Where do you wanna study?" I asked

"Lagos state university." He shrugged

"Oh my gooseberries. Lasu? Me two." I almost shrieked and he chuckled.

"What course?" His smile was still on his face.

"Psychology." I replied

"Really, I heard they are usually weird." He smirked and I didn't fail to hear the mockery in his tone.

Fool.

"I know, and I'm proud to be weird." I said it like it the greatest achievement in life.

"What about you?" I asked

"Criminology."

"Hun. And you think psychologists are weird." I scoffed allowing my sarcasm to be audible.

That will teach him.

"Trust me, you guys are weirder." He smirked devilishly

"Not." I pouted.

"Are."

I wanted to retort but the most stupid thing happened.

I snorted.

And I snorted out loud.

He stared at me in disbelief along with a hint of disgust then he faced front.

"didn't I tell you. You can't hide how weird you all are." He said and my shoulders dropped

That was a major embarrassment of all time.

Snort? Why the hell did you snort? You're so stupid. Bravo.

"I'm Ayo. By the way." His voice was lower this time.

"I-I'm Victoria."

I guess I'm not really done for.

Then the bus began moving.

Let the journey begin.