LELAH

"Lelah I'm sorry" hotness god said. I just could not forgive him. With all that happened.
     It had been two weeks since he left me standing. Not like it was a date or anything,  I mean I was the one offering to help, I was not oblidged too. I was soo sick of men leaving me hanging, standing up on me. I did not even know why he kept on apologising. He just did his worst. Yes,  I heard rumours all boys were asked to stay back in the dormitories, and I personally noticed, but he could have said something, I saw people come and go once in a while.
   We started classes two weeks ago, immediately the rest of the school joined us, we started classes the next day and so unfortunate for me, I offered the same subjects with hotness god, mathematics, geography and economics. I found out his name was Preston David, nice name, and his two friends were Harry Pete and Michael Jones, hmmmm. We all studied the same subjects.
     The previous weeks had been somehow boring at the beginning, the night of the arrival of the rest of the school, the whole student body met in the hall and we all introduced and re introduced ourselves, including the teachers. I mastered the names of all my teachers on the first day they introduced themselves. Classes already got intense by the second week. For all the categories of maths we were being taught, there was Mr Johnson, a short and bald headed man, fast talker, who did not bother to check who had, or had not understood what he was solving. I already hated him, or his teaching, or any of the two.
There was also, Miss Paulet, she carried all the embodiments of beauty. She was tall, curvy, small around the waist, full standing breast, dark skin and had a beautiful smile. She was still very young and had just graduated from college. She was my best teacher  in class when she taught, because she made sure everyone understood before she moved on. But other than that, this lady kept winking at boys in class, especially hotness god. Yes, yes I know,  I know his name and I was so mad at him, but I still preferred hotness god. I hated that attitude.
Then there was Mr Jean Pierre. A French man, completely down to earth,  the very opposite of what we knew about the French in general. The idea we had before was that these people were a very dirty set, they never took care of themselves and cared less about others. But this man was different, very neat, always in well ironed white shirts and sewn trousers, he made sure everyone including those who knew nothing in French to understand even abit. He had been teaching for two weeks and everyone already loved him, not because he was neat and taught well, this man was also funny and so down to earth, he will bring himself down to our level just so we understood him. He was my best teacher so far.
We had two economics teachers, a man and a woman.
Mrs Johnson, Mr Johnsons wife, was a loud mouth. She spent most of her time insulting students and did not even teach well. Like husband like wife. Wonder how they coped at home.
She was as fat as a cow and when she was not insulting or giving out numerous assignments, she was chewing. Always chewing, groundnuts, plantain chips, pringles, just name it. One of my worst teachers. Then there was Mr Polycab, a very stun and quiet man. You would be too brave to make noise in his class. His classes were always quiet and tense. This man solved everything  like he was economics itself. If economics was a man, it had to be him. Sometimes, he would teach and go off, that was insane. You would think he was a mathematics teacher. It was fun for those who did not care about classes, but for me, it was killing me.
   We also had two geography teachers. Mr John Paul, a very tall and boastful man. He spent three quarters of his time talking about the places he had visited. How some were welcoming and others just too stupid or illiterate to welcome someone. He took his time to imsult our small town, comparing it to other big towns like Yamandi. Yamandi was the capital of our country. I had visited it just once with my mum, when I was still a kid. I still remember how bright it was. Compared to our town, it was very large and you could hardly even know your neighbour, because no one cared. We had gone there to visit one of my mothers friends who was transferred there and invited us over. We spent a week there, and as much fun as it was, I still preferred my hometown because they were so friendly, welcoming and things there were cbeaper. We had visited the aquarium,  the childrens play park and even the zoo. That was my best experience because I saw a lot of animals, and even confirmed some doubts I was having in school about animals. But that was not all, it was also my best experience because it was my best experience with my mum, before she passed away. I missed her.
Mr Mc, as he choose to be called, since he said that was the only name he had, and all his documents had just Mc. He was quiet, always lost, he taught well, but his classes were usually so rowdy, if you were not infront, you won't hear or understand a thing. He just graduated from college and got posted here. I just took it he was still scared of too many faces.
We were thirty in total, in our department, but just four of us studying the same subjects. It was Friday, and the last lesson before lunch. Miss Paulet was explaining something about the square root of X -Y. Vectors. She was still teaching us the basics, as she said. The following was the beginning of full and intense classes.
"I will end here for today, but come ready next week, classes begin fully" she said.
"Okay Misses" hotness god answered beside me, and winked. He fucking winked at her, wow. No surprise, she winked back.
"See you next week". With that, she left.
What I had noticed about hotness god?, he pared attention during classes and told the answers to questions to Bill, beside him. This guy was my competition. More reason why we could not be friends, I could not lose focus. He also used every opportunity to distract, especially during Miss Paulet's classes. But that wink today, that was the first. Whatever. He found every opportunity to sit beside me, and either made me extremely nervous with stupid complements and winks, or he kept on provoking me with apologies. I was still mad at him, but not like before but I was still mad. I just also needed to stay away from him, he was a distraction. I did not need that.
I got up to leave, only to be stopped by a hand on my arm.
" Lelah, please lets talk" he said.
"Listen Preston, either you just want to disturb me or you are too stupid to get the memo" I said. He put his hand on the left part of his chest, over his heart, and feigned hurt. Then looked at me with white watery eyes. Jerk. I could not stand it and turned around, opening my locker and searching for nothing in particular.
" I already told you I forgive you, but we cant be friends, not today, not ever" I completed that lookimg straight into his eyes. That was bold coming from you girl.
"That's what you keep saying, but I know you've not forgiven me, and I certainly want to be your friend Lelah". I loved the way he called my name. I just did not want to reply him.
" Lelah". No answer.
"Lelah". Silence. He moved from my side and stood infront of me.
" Lelah" he called again. I looked up. His eyes held pain, he was so serious I almost lost it.
"I'm sorry". I could not do this. Just moved past him to the refectory.
Yes, I'm that kind of bitch.
     While we sat waiting for food to arrive, my eyes happened to pass by the door just as hotness god was walking him, and I felt a strange heat in my body. I stared as he walked to his table, hoping that he would just look my way as always,  but he didn't. He just walked straight and sat down. He looked sad. Serves him right. But why was I feeling like I was doing the wrong thing, why was I also sad and had a bad feeling this afternoon. The way he spoke today, the way he said sorry, he had never been more serious. But like the bitch that I am, I just walked out.
My thoughts were drawn away by the small bell the prefects had bought, that meant SILENCE. They did not need to stress. The refectory prefect, refectorian, stood infront of the refectory.
" We already know there is suppossed to be singing practice today after leisure, against the Sunday mass, but at that time, your seniors will be having a meeting. Just use the period for something useful, but be on campus" he said, then continued " and less I forget the piano room will be open. Brother Will, will be there for new comers to sign into the club ". I already stopped listening when he said the piano room will be open, I looked towards hotness god, as he lifted up his head and smiled. Damn those dimples. They only came out when he smiled genuinely.
" Enjoy your lunch".
I was going to sign into the piano club today".
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Okay I have nothing to say today.