Alexis
"You mean to say you have a boyfriend and you did not tell me?" Ava asks.

Facing whichever is the other way, I reply, "So I didn't tell you? Wow."

"Don't give me that look, Alexis. We both know that you're anything but innocent."

Says the idiot that's wearing a revealing shirt against the rules of the restaurant but let me mind my business.

"Sorry for not telling you but I've told you now. Do you still need to crucify me?" I ask, feeling rather tired.

"Stop yawning, I don't want to scaring the customers away."

"Let me be," I reply.

"You look worn out," she says. It is quite surprising that she noticed at all, considering how much time she spent berating me.

I stand up to take my leave. I would have loved to stay back and chat but that would lead to me missing my evening class. "I gotta go."

"Sure." She walks me to the entrance. "I know this isn't my business but watch your back when it involves this Sierra girl. She's big trouble."

"I'll do that," I say while giving her a faint smile. Lord have mercy and take me home without hitches because I just might sleep on the road.

Thirty minutes later, I was finally close to my apartment. It took the grace of God to get this far and all I had in me not to kneel down right there and give thanks. On my way here, Sally had called me about a thousand times saying I should hurry up and come back. I honestly don't know what's going on and I don't care. Everything should be placed on hold until I get some much needed sleep.

My house is finally in sight and the reason for Sally's annoying calls is gradually being revealed. There's a guy and a lady standing at the porch with traveling bags. I would have said that guy is Max but Max is in the US and more over, this guy is wearing a face cap so I can't even tell.

Pondering who they are, I approach cautiously. "Good afternoon," I greet in an even tone.

"Yes?" the lady replies swiftly. She's a brunette who is dressed expensively. She's wearing a long sleeved white shirt on a black skirt which stopped just below her knees. Her hair is held together in a bun and the make up on her face is the work of a professional.

I, in my jean jumpsuit, afro styled hair and natural face am not fazed by her.

"How can I help you?" I ask as politely as possible. This lady does not know that as at this moment, I am a sleep deprived Nigerian and I am dangerous right now.

"You can't," she says rudely. "Just run along. Gosh, I don't know why all you girls want to get close once you see a celebrity."

"I didn't come here for anybody," I finally snap. "You're standing in front of my damn house and I need to go inside so if you don't have a reason for being here, carry your useless self and go. As you have money, we should now die. Wahala for you because I don't care who you are. Now, get out."

I hear Sally's voice, "Alexis, I'm sorry for not telling you why I wanted you home as soon as possible." I look torward the door to see my brunette roommate in her yellow sports jersey. "These people came here asking to see you. I knew that if I informed you of your visitors, you'd just stay put at the restaurant and sleep your afternoon away."

I am both angry with her and proud of her. First of all, yes, I dislike visitors. They invade my privacy. Secondly, I like the fact that she understands that but she still devised a means to get me here.

"He," she continues, referring to the guy, "said he's your boyfriend and I know you're not the relationship type so I just had to get you here." So it was that idiot all along.

"Max," I whisper. I can't help but fling myself at him and he starts laughing as I pull that stupid face cap off his head.

"I'm glad you missed me," he says.

"Quit being so cocky," I retort. "I'm just sleepy and my brain isn't working well."

"Suit yourself, sweetie. Can we come in?"

"Sure," Sally says for me. She has this look on her face that suggests she's going to deal with me later. Such a complicated day.