one•night•class
By ChicelD

I wondered why you put so much effort into something we both knew we had done before but individually. I wondered why our first night class had to be so important to you.
I still  remembered the checklist of things you pulled out.
"Chibuike, make sure you bring a sweater oh" you repeated the third time "and make sure you wear something underneath. It gets really cold by two in the morning."

We met at the classroom. I remember.
I remember asking you why your eyes had to be so brown and you saying you hadn't noticed the color of your own eyes. It was both puzzling and amazing that you didn't know the color of your eyes, that I was the first one complementing them.
"I wish I had your eyes" I told you, staring into them and your eyes staring beneath my nostrils.

You skipped on the day of the night class. Your excuse was a cough I knew you didn't have. Not up till the time we had decided to go.
You explained later, how nervous you had been about both of us being alone in class. You rescheduled to next week.

The day it happened, you kept staring beneath my nostrils again. I wasn't sure why you did that. You kept tapping my lips with your index finger.
We didn't open a single notebook.

"Did you really come to read?" you asked. It was then I understood what it all meant.

My heart raced for perfection, Lord knows. You were much older and experienced of course. I was happy I always attended night classes with chewing gum.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked just before you drew your forehead closer to mine, I held the back of your hair like I've seen in the movies and that was it. Your lips on mine and mine on yours.
It was as amazing as I had imagined it to be.

"I've always thought a pretty girl like you with  such beautiful eyes must have a boyfriend." I said, your chin on my two hands and you smiling, your eyes finally looking into mine.

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