Nifemi's POV

“Heyy” I heard him say as I held back my smile as I walked slowly towards him, slipping Ayo's inhaler gently into my pocket.

“Good afternoon, Senior...” I started off as he cut me off with his disappointed look.

I inwardly smiled as I knew what he meant.

“Oh, come on not with the title” He spoke as I shyly looked away, shaking my head slowly in some sort of apology.

“Oh, okay. You said you wanted to...” I asked him as his eyes trailed around for a bit, as if trying to recollect what he had possibly said.

His actions felt like a rock was thrown into my heart, shattering it completely.

He didn't remember.

He was probably on his way to the game.

Was I so forgettable?!

Or was I just not fine enough?!

Or....

“Ohhh, yeah, I....” He started off as my eyes settled on his lips, hoping some words indicating feelings towards me would slide out.

But at that particular moment, my fingers which were dug in my pocket grazed the inhaler once again and I couldn't help but feel my brain shake me up.

Ayo!!

He might need this.

I should give this to him.

“Bro..” I heard from behind me as Snr Victor strolled towards him, wrapping his hands around his neck.

“I have been looking for you. What....” He spoke as his eyes landed on me, giving me a confused look.

He then looked towards Daniel giving him this weird look.

The look that says, 'guyyyy!! Mess up!ʼ

And I couldn't help but feel offended and hurt.

“Can we talk later?!” He asked me as his friend still shot me this look.

“Sure” I said before turning and walking off.

I already felt embarrassed as it was.

Snr Victor was a jerk.

No doubt.

I walked through the door, leading to where the game took place but the sight of Joshua and the coach having a tense discussion, got me intrigued.

What was going on?!

“Nifemi” I heard Simisola yell as I turned around, scanning the area for her.

My eyes landed on her as she waved me over to where she sat.

I walked towards her as a look of displeasure found its way to my face.

I didn't want to be here.

I rather keep reading or even try to sleep.

But here I was.

“Hey, I saved you a spot” She told me scooting over a bit as I felt frowns shot my way by other students seated beside her.

“Ahn ahn, you want me to burst ni?!” I heard Amira complain as my eyes shot towards her and Dorcas who I just noticed.

Wahala o!!

“Manage ehn” I heard Simisola tell them as Amira's grumbling made us erupt in laughter as I squeezed myself into the small space.

I looked towards the court and my eyes caught Ayo in all his glory, playing.

Okay, I couldn't possibly walk in there and hand him this.

I'll just wait till he's done.

I mean, he looks fine.

Right?!

“You found him, right?!” Simisola spoke as I frowned looking at her.

“Found who?!” I asked her as she rolled her eyes.

“Who are you looking at?!” She asked me as nervously itched the back of my neck, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the feel of the tips of my braid graze my skin.

Surely, I wasn't looking at him in an obvious manner.

Simi had a way of overreacting.

“Yeah, I did. He was gloating at the mirror as usual” I spoke as Simi shook her head, with a sly smile.

“At least, you know you were looking at him.”She spoke as I felt my mood changing slowly into irritation.

I ignored her last comment as I stared back at the game, this time trying to avoid looking at him, so Simi doesn't make things up.

“So, where was he?!” She asked as I felt something flicker in me.

“Simi, na. Stop.”I told her as I snapped my head towards her, letting the anger become evident in my face.

“Sorry o” She spoke as I sighed looking back at the game.

I hated what she was driving at.

I have seen this so many times. It's all about psychology.

When your friends starts teasing you or shipping you with someone, you actually start to build up the idea in your head, thereby letting dumb feelings be awakened.

But this wouldn't happen to me.

I knew this concept and I won't be dumb enough to fall for it.

And, not with Ayomi.

Never!!

As at some weeks back, the only thing I thought would bring me joy is spitting into his grave.

But now, it had changed a little. Due to pity!!

Turns out, he also had a secret after all and his is more.... you know..... Sad.

Though, I still wouldn't mind spitting into his grave.

His loud mouth had almost ruined me. I could barely walk around without the fear of hurtful words being spat my way. I could barely look into anyone's eyes.

I had always seen school as an escape route away from my fucked up family.

But he ruined it, over a couple of laughs.

He wanted people to see him as cool and he used me as a stepping stone.

He used my one weak slip against me.

He was awful.

“Is he okay?!” Simi's voice among the murmurings, snapped me out of my thought.

I looked towards the court and I watched Ayomi, bent over, placing both his hands on  his knees as he seemed to be trying to take in breaths.

My eyes widened, watching him trying to comport himself.

He suddenly stood straight, slowly staggering his way to the other exit as he waved his hands towards the coach, trying to signify he was fine.

Holy shit.

He walked right out as I felt my brain click, making me to immediately stand up abruptly, making few heads turn towards me.

“Uhrm, I need to use the restroom” I told Simi with an awkward laughter as she shot me a suspicious look while others, sighed in relief.

They were happy they could sit more comfortably.

Simi shooed me off with her hands as I waved towards the gang, sprinting out the door.

As I bursted out the door into the hallway, I saw Ayo from a mile away walking back into that classroom he had come out from.

What an idiot?!

He was now looking for it.

I walked towards the door, examining the empty hallway as I looked around confused.

Wasn't anyone going to come after him?!

Not even that dumbass coach?!

I stood in front of the door, twisting the door knob and attempting to pull the door open.

But it was shut locked.

I let out a frustrated sigh as slowly knocked the door.

“Open the door o, It's Nifemi and I have your uhrmm....” I spoke into the door as I looked around trying to avoid saying 'inhalerʼ.

So that I won't expose his little secret.

No response.

I rolled my eyes, changing my stance and knocking again.

Look at me, helping this egotistic dude.

I don't even care if anything happens to him.

I'm just trying to free my conscience.

Again, no response.

And I felt a hint of worry crawling into my brain.

I leaned my head on the door, trying to detect any movement or activity, but there was none.

Until, I felt my head jerk backwards by the sudden sound of a chair or table hitting the ground.

I felt bad thoughts running through my head as I hurriedly slapped my palms on the door.

“Ayo, open this damn door. Or else, I'll break it open” I yelled as I almost snorted at my words.

Don't blame me, I have read way too many romance books.

I paused for a while, waiting for a response and after a few seconds, I heard a clicking sound, followed by the creaking sound of the door swinging open.

I stepped away from behind the door, moving towards the opening and I felt my heart tug pitifully at the sight of Ayo leaning against the wall, gasping intently, with sweat running down his forehead as his head slid slowly down the wall.

“Shit” I muttered walking in as I closed the door gently behind me and halting in front of him.

He now sat on the floor, trying so hard to breath, clutching unto his chest as I stared in panic, watching his eyes slowly droop close.

My hands shakily rummaged my jacket, pulling out his inhaler and hurriedly stretching it to him.

He barely looked at him, talk less of collect the tool from my hand.

He looked like he was trying so hard not to die.

Fear spiralled through my chest as my breathing accelerated at his state.

He had always seemed cocky, confident and collected, I never imagined that he could be going through this.

A pang of guilt hit my chest as I slowly and unsurely took a step closer, bending down, so I was squatting in front of him before I reached for his hand.

He had to take it. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was he needed his inhaler and it was still in my shaky hands.

I gently placed his inhaler in his hand urging him to use it.

I had never really seen anyone use of these before and it wasn't the regular stick it in your nose type.

What if I messed it up?

He only had one choice, to do it himself.

This was the farthest I could go.

He didn't respond, just laying there, trying to hold on to the last breaths he could take in.

I sucked in a breath which sounded more like a sniffling.

Should I go get someone?!

Or.....

I hurriedly grabbed the inhaler from his hands, shuffling myself even closer towards him and placing one side close to his parted lips and pressing the top.

It felt like it wasn't effective enough, I pressed unto into more with my shaky hands as he suddenly seemed to slowly calm, taking each air with a gasp.

“Are you....” I trailed off as his eyes slowly opened after a few seconds, making me exhale in relief as I dropped his inhaler back into his hands, moving backwards placing my hand on my chest.

That had to be one of the scariest moments of my life.

I stood up, taking in deep breaths watching him take in puffs of air as he still looked terribly weak.

I hated him but I couldn't help but feel extremely scared when he acted up like that.

We stayed in silent for a while as he regained himself but during thi period, he kept staring at me, strangely.

Is he scared that I was gonna tell the whole school?

Suddenly, I couldn't help but wonder why no one knows. And why the hell does he still do so much sport?

He suddenly stretched his hand towards me as I eyed it weirdly.

“What?” I spoke with a confused look as broke the awkward air.

“Could you at least help me up?” He asked as I tried to replay what he had just uttered in my head.

I was one of the most physical unfit people I knew. I was horrible at lifting things.

But I still decided to help, just because.

I stretched out my hand as he grabbed unto it and I tried lifting him up but he only succeeded in pulling me down.

I suddenly pulled my hands away.

“You should exercise more” He told me as I stared at him in disbelief.

We weren't this chatty on a normal day. Was he just trying to avoid discussing what just happened?

He slowly got up himself with his body still all sweaty and tired as he took another puff if his inhaler before steading himself and looking back at me.

“Oh, good. I'm leaving” I announced, trying to get away from this tensed air.

I walked towards the door but changed my mind walking back towards him.

He needed a pep talk.

I hated him but I could not just not say anything.

“You are an idiot. For the person with the highest position, you are extremely foolish.”I told him honestly, trying hard not to think of what happened a second ago.

If he had died, I would have witnessed it.

As if I didn't have enough trauma to deal with.

“You clearly were not feeling good before the game, but yet....” I spoke but immediately stopped, feeling stupid at my unnecessary talking.

What am I saying?

But his lips curled up into a little smile as his eyes still held tiredness and a hint of fear.

“Whatever....”I spoke before deciding to leave.

But my mind couldn't help but think I was an awful person for insulting someone right after this whole thing.

So, I stayed fixed to that spot.

“Thank you, Femi” He told me as I shot him a weird look at his sudden heartfelt utterance.

Again, Nifemi.

But my eyes widened immediately I felt him  take a step towards me and wrap his arms around me.

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Author's Note

Another chapter, with a hint of cute.

Hehehehehehe.....

Sorry for the whole unable to explain cute moments in high school thing, I was the type of student that goes to school, with nothing on my mind than the thoughts of going back home.

So yeah😂..

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