Our baby, Susan or sushi your choice.

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"Men, I failed," Dylan exclaimed and looked down at his result with a long face. I just felt like slapping him no I did slapped him.

"You got ninety nine percent. How did you fail?" I yelled.

He rubbed his cheek that I had slapped. "Exactly! I got ninety nine and failed one, the easiest question for that matter, isn't that failing? Anyways, what did you get?"

I moved my eyes from him and placed it on my paper.
"Eh...Erm...Good"

Good-ish!

"You got the question I failed, right?" he asked.

"Hey," I exclaimed when he tore his paper and threw it outside. I stared for awhile and shook my head in disbelief.

Just because the paper can't carry you, tear you and then throw away that's why you are disrespect it.

Charles walked in. We greeted him and he started teaching the class.

"So" he voiced without looking up from a textbook he held. "Where is Chioma?"

I answered, "She isn't here"

"I am right here,"

I flinched in my seat when I turned and saw Chioma sitting behind me.

"You just didn't notice my existence," she said and rolled her eyes.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked.

"I tried but you just ignored me while you were talking to Dylan".

"Pff...Big deal," Dylan huffed and shrugged.

"It is a big deal to me. You are influencing me negatively and teaching me to ignore people. From now on, I don't know you," I babbled out.

"Sounds good to me," Dylan added. Charles placed the book he held on a desk and then faced us.

"It's okay. Let begin the class... What did you guys score in your maths test"  Charles questioned.

Must you ask?

Charles' eyes darted at each of our faces as he waited for our replies. We were having our private lesson in which Charles had to teach us. Chioma, Dylan and I always come for this lesson. We had a maths test during the usual school hours. Our maths teacher had given us our test script and result.

Dylan answered first. He said, "I can't tell. It's not because I threw the paper away but because I don't like the score".

*evil me😇* so stupid

*me😐* tell me about it.

Charles rubbed his temple.
"Dylan, how many times should I have to tell you that ninety nine percent is not a bad score?"

Wow! He knows Dylan too well.

"I am a freaking maths lover. If I can't get a perfect hundred then I rather get nothing," Dylan snorted and crossed his arms over His chest.

"So dramatic," I mumbled.

"Look who is talking," he mimicked my voice. "You are a bad influence to me..blah..blah.. I will never talk to you again".

"Touchè!" I responded. Chioma giggled behind me.

"Susan, what did you score?" Charles asked and moved towards my desk.

"Eh! Good" ish

"Is it excellent or just good," Charles asked curiously.

"Ehm! In between" like not really in between

"Good enough. Chioma?" He pointed at her.

"Em.. Just good," Chioma replied nervously.

"Well then, we will have to start with maths"

"No oo," Chioma and I yelled.

"Yes!" Dylan cheered.

"Don't complain. Today I don't really have much time for complaints," Charles tried to calm us down but we refused.

"Can we change environment at least. My brain can't take it anymore. I and Maths aren't friends," I grumbled some more.

"Yeah," Chioma chimed in.

"I agree with Chioma's idea," Dylan rose his hand and gave her a thumbs up.

"Hey, It was my idea," I sneered and narrowed my eyes at him.

"That's what I just said. It is Chioma's idea"

I shrugged and just let it be.
Charles nodded and we all took all our belongings and left for a different environment.

We were taken to Charles' office. I sat between Dylan and Chioma facing the office desk. Dylan played with his pen while Chioma was arranging her books properly in her bag. I just stared at the office with curiosity.

"I can't believe a teacher has such a big office while others are having little offices... It's very fishy if you ask me," I turned to Dylan trying to add him in the conversation so I can get more information.

"Can a real teacher have this?" I quizzed and locked at him.

"Real teacher? In this school? Yea, right!" Dylan commented with a note of sarcasm.

Yes! I caught your attention.

"So there is more, do tell" I moved closer to him.

"No," he snapped.

"Please," I placed my hands together.

"No"

"I will do anything," I pleaded.

"Anything?" The offer attracted him. He cocked a brow and smirked.

Don't trust that word 'anything'.

"Uh... I think I would... No I won't," I confessed.

"Relax, I will just tell you in one condition," Dylan smirked as he added those words.

"One... I don't trust that one"

"I will give you two conditions to pick from," he replied. "You will admit to everyone you have a crush on me. I am very such you will pick the second one"

"Obviously!" I rolled my eyes heavenward.

"You will play a video game with me," he announced and relaxed on the chair with a smug smile.

"Seriously! Is that all?"

"You want something harder?"

"No! I am good but why just that?"

"I like playing games with someone, you know.  Connecting online to them and all that but my friends are either too busy or they are offline when I am eager to play so.... I need someone to play with me," he said and continued to play with his pen on the Charles' desk.

"I love games. What game is it?" I asked.

"I have a lot of games but Minecraft is my favorite"

"Are you freaking kidding me. I love that game. I am practically a pro"

"Pro what! I am hacker" he  chirped.

"What edition?"

"The latest, baby" he smirked.

"No way! I have been trying to get it but there is always some kind of problem"

"I think I can help you with that. How about I come over?"

"Over where? My house?" My eyes widened and leaned backward as I regarded him.

"Where else?"

"Sorry but you can't. Haven't you heard that there are some house where people go in but never come out?"

"Lies," he snapped.

"It is true because they didn't even get a chance to go in not to talk of coming out. My mom will kill me if I bring a boy home...um...Actually she will kill the boy"

"Don't worry! All Moms love me," he replied, trying to reassure me.

Yeah right!

"Not my mom"

"Trust me," he said.

"Yeah! In your funeral"

"Can you just believe it will work?" he exclaimed.

"I only believe in one thing and it's called death"

"So dramatic," he snorted.

"I am not dramatic. Just stating fact, brother"

"I am still going to your house so prepare yourself," he concluded with a firm voice and crossed his arms against his chest. "Doesn't getting the latest edition mean anything to you?"

"It means a lot. In fact, it means my world"

"Then what's with all this drama?" he scoffed.

"Fine! Your funeral"

"Just let me work my magic," he remarked. His smug look never leaving his face.

The lesson was over and I stood next to my car waiting for my driver.

Where is this guy? I could just drive myself but I don't have time to visit the hospital today maybe another day.

"Where is your driver?" Dylan asked as he approached me.

"That's the problem here. I don't know" I huffed, enraged, rested on the car door and frowned. Dylan tapped on my shoulder and pointed at someone coming our way. It was my driver.

Thank God!

"Let's go" Dylan opened my car and tried to enter but I stopped him.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"To your house"

I started laughing but stopped when I realized he wasn't joking.

"You are serious?"

"Do I look like I am joking"
Charles appeared behind Dylan confused.

"Dylan, where are you going?" He asked.

"I am going to Susan's house to hang out" he replied with a silly grin on his face.

I shook my head disagreeing with what he said but Charles stared at Dylan for a while before answering. "Okay! I don't see what's wrong with that. Just don't come home late"

"Sure thing!" Dylan gave a thumbs up.

"Are you kidding me?" I yelled. I thought he will say no

"You heard the man. Nothing is wrong with it so..."

"Can I come too" Choima asked.

"Sure," I answered immediately.

"So you easily allowed her but not me"

"Should I give you ten million reasons why?"

"Just two reason," he said.

"She is a girl, you are a boy. She is my friend and you are some dude that goes to my school. Need more?"

"Solid points!" he nodded.

My driver entered the car.
"Okay! Are you rea... I understand her but Are you sure you what to bring him to your house?"

I nodded. "Tell me about it"

"Okay oo! Kids this days eh! In my days or sha in my village boys only go to a girl's house when he wants to ask for her hand but not anymore"

"Do you want me to ask for your hand?" Dylan gripped my hand and rose it up.

"Don't even dream about it," I snatched my hand from his.

"Trust me I wouldn't" he brought out his phone from his right pocket.

"You brought your phone to school?" I asked.

"Who doesn't"

"I don't"

"Really! Well then...who has this?" he bought out a phone from his left pocket.

"My phone, theft!" I snatched it from him and thwacked his wrist.

"I didn't steal it. I just took it. If you haven't allowed me to go, I would have taken it to my house as punishment," he winked.

I gasped and hit him on his stomach.

"Ouch!"

"Don't ever touch my bag again unless you want to die," I threatened him.

"Rude! You should be thanking me for not actually stealing it"

"Well...Thank you," I whispered.

"What? I didn't get that" he cupped his hand on his ear and leaned forward.

"Thank you," I yelled.

"That's more like it"

We got into the car and the ride began. Chioma pulled my face to look at what was on her phone screen. "Susan, look".

We chatted and had fun all through the ride.

I really love how Chioma and Dylan are here with me. Going home has never been so fun or so scary.

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