A picture of Celine Nnaji in the multimedia. (Yeah. I know Sophia Alakija is way too old for a secondary school character but she fits the character perfectly. Just imagine her in a uniform, with a bitch face 😁😁).

Brrrrnnngggg!

The bell echoed throughout the school signifying the change of lesson, i quickly stood up running out of the class.

I needed to pee badly or else I will pee on myself and that would simply be disastrous. I tried holding it still because of the teacher in class but as soon as she left, i bolted out of the classroom.

I walk quickly towards the lavatory at the end of the block. It is kind of secluded in the way it's built. The females on the other side while the males on the first side.

I opened the door, closing it behind me before stepping into the clean toilet. It has four cubicles and i went for the first one and I wished I never did with the sight i saw.

I shrieked slamming the door after me.

Becca Ejifor was in a compromising position with Akeju Balogun. She was on her knees giving him a BJ with her skirt hiked up showing her pink thong and the button on her shirt was opened revealing her cleavage, she was very busty so it was like the boobs were spilling out.

I shuddered in disgust at what is going on behind me, quickly rushing to another cubicle which was thankfully empty. I did my business.

Once I was through, I stepped out of the cubicle but pause at the sight i saw. Akeju stood, leaning against the wall beside the wash hand basin, staring down at my form with no Becca in sight. I gulp due to the look in his eyes.

He looks furious at the same time frustrated.

I walk quietly to the wash hand basin still aware of this looks. He should leave before he gets caught in the female lavatory.

This will look bad if we were seen together in here.

I quickly wash my hand, drying it with a tissue before throwing it into the bin. Ignoring him.

"What did you see?" his voice sounds very frightening.

"Uhn?"

"What. Did. You. See?" he asked between gritted teeth. I shook my head to deny "don't lie to me o. Or i will treat your fuck up" he threatened.

"I won't tell anyone I promise" I rushed out my words sounding desperate to leave his presence.

What i caught him and Becca doing a while ago is against the school rules and ethics and if they were caught or I accidentally snitch on them, they may get expelled.

Na mission school we call am na.

He snorts, folding his arms. A sickening smirk appeared on his face.

"As if you get mind to say anything to anyone. I will personally break you into pieces" I gulped at his words knowing it can be true if i test his patience.

I shift uneasily on my feet as it got quiet between us. He watched me for a while. There was an uncomfortable silence as he kept watching my form.

"What were you up to during the holidays?" I frowned at his strange question.

Why was he interested in my holiday? I just spent two month and two weeks at home doing what I normally do.

"Uhn... " I said sounding dumb again which annoyed him greatly.

"Uhn.. " he mimicked mockingly "Are you dumb or stupid? I asked you a question flat yansh"

I winced at the degrading familiar nickname. Flat yansh, flat chest, gbigbe yinyan, figure one, etc etc. The name calling never ends.

"You don't want to talk abi?" he asked. "you too don the collect gbola" he taunts making me let out a shaky sigh.

When will this boy ever leave me alone? I never wronged him in anyway or form.

"I don't know what you are talking about"

He snickered shaking his head a little.

"Get out of my sight before I do something am going to regret to you"

Quickly i bolt out of the place, in case he changes his mind. This incident is forever going to leave an imprint in my mind.

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P. E...

My least favorite class, of course i love the subject but I hate the people I have to share it with. This year is not going to be different, with what happened this morning, he would definitely turn me to an object of scorn.

I had changed into my sports gear which consist of a track suit and some grey converse. As I stepped into the popular Maracana stadium i realized am one of the few students obeying the school rules on sport wear.

If not the only student wearing a complete sport wear.

I walked towards the newly installed bleachers, the school field had gone through a lot of renovations which actually added to the beauty and importance of the school.

Taking a seat a few seats away from my mates, i watch in boredom as they talk excitedly among themselves, especially the females.

And I think I know why... P. E class is a combined class meaning the three arms will be having this class together which means all the elites will be in this class thus the excitement.

They even went ahead to disobey the school rules concerning dressing. Some wore extremely short skirts which came in flared, pleated, A shape but wore leggings under with tight T-shirts and polos.

The daring ones had only their leggings, jeggings and tank tops, daring ones like Celine and her friends. I look away when I recalled what happened this morning between Becca and Akeju.

Were they dating?

That will be a couple from hell...

Becca is as mean as Akeju so am not surprised that they have something together but I think it is too early to start giving him a blow job, we just resumed for Christ sakes.

Lost in thought, i didn't know when the elite came to the field, it was the loud murmur and the shift in the air that made me realize they had appeared in their glorious form.

To think i had a conversation with each one of them this week, although a short one.

On one part of the bleachers, I spot the Korean wannabes, the k-pop lovers, BTS enthusiast gawking at them, practically swooning but one glare from Celine's clique made them back down.

Evans had his right arm around Theresa's shoulder while she folds her arms under her bust. The walk leisurely as they lead the group with Faramade and Bankole talking behind them while Akorede was at the rear.

He had a stoic expression on his face, his white customized face towel was slung over his shoulder while his hands were buried deep inside the pocket of his joggers.

He looks like an Abercrombie model. Even i found myself staring.

I watch them exchanging cold looks with Akeju's clique before settling down on the other rear end.

He and Akeju never sees eye to eye. I think it has to do with the fight for power but it seems everyone preferred Akorede to Akeju hence the hate.

I have a feeling that one day, they will bash each others brains out but am rooting for Akorede to do that to him.

It will be very pleasing to watch Akeju experience what he did to other students simply because he tagged them as weak.

It is not like they haven't gotten into fights per say. It is just that when things started getting heated up, their friends will break the two up before more damage is done.

But let's call a spade a spade...

Akorede no be Akeju's mate.

Akorede is richer and more powerful than him, like in ten folds.

The teacher called the class together, ordering them to move to the field in which they reluctantly did.

The sun was high in the sky, it was so hot and I regretted wearing the complete sport wear.

The man slowly took the attendance, why do I have a feeling he was trying to punish us for no reason?

After the long torture, he told us to move to the basketball court. His order was met by bitter complaints and hisses from some of the students but he doesn't seem to care.

I glared at the hard brown ground, what are we doing here for heaven's sake.

The man informed us of what we will be doing next, which was throwing the basketball into the hoop, the hoop that was meters above us.

Why can't he leave that for the basketball team during their tryouts?

Something about testing your eye and hand balance as well as agility.

I almost let out a cry when the sports prefect aka Akeju was called out to oversee the whole thing..

God, please not today....

He swaggered towards the man before stopping beside him, he looks cocky beside the man and i swear he is up to no good.

Soon the exercise started, Akeju and the man watch students do this well more like Akeju was in charge as the man sat idly watching.

Why did you accept the job when you knew you weren't competent enough?!

Once in a while, he would throw snide remarks to weaker students all in the name of pep talk but we know he is only being him.

A bully.

He never called out the elites though as they seem to be in their world, refusing to participate in the exercise and ignoring him and his goons.

All was well and good until it got to my turn. I got nervous at the smirk and snickers i received from him and his friends.

"Smallssss.... " he drawled out in an annoying manner "what am I to do with you?... Uhn?"

I ignored him picking a ball from the floor, i saw him fold his arms looking at me in a condensing manner. I look up at the hoop which looked pretty high due to my stature.

"Are you sure you want to try that? We wouldn't want you breaking your neck now would we?" he taunts causing his friends and few students to laugh.

Laugh all you want. I clutch the ball in a tight grip suppressing the sweaty feeling in my palms.

I threw the ball pathetically, it did not even reach a quarter of where it should go to.

I huff ignoring the humiliating laughs i received.

Am glad that is over anyway...

Turning around sharply to walk back to were I was standing i stopped as he screamed my surname.

"Peters!"

I whip around in fright. Who pissed him off? Everyone go quiet watching our interaction.

"Do it again!"

I gasped, i should do what again? Is he blind? Can't he see i suck at throwing balls? He really wants to embarrass me today. Was it because of what happened in the morning?

I picked up another ball, determined to get it right this time. I could recall Tega doing this in front of me every Friday evening and he also taught me how to make a good throw.

Standing in that position he taught me. My eyes zeroed on the hoop, lifting myself with the right agility i throw.

I watch in satisfaction as it went through the hoop in a neat one, there was silence after that.

Am glad I shut you all up.

Now with a bounce in my step i walk back to my position but before I could get there, I was met with a great force to my head.

I screeched before spreading out my hands to stop the fall but it was too late. I collided against the harsh, hot ground landing on my elbows and knees.

I was dumbstruck, feeling stupid and hurt at the way i fell in front of my peers.

Turning towards where the direction of the ball came from, I was not surprised when I saw a smirking Akeju. My classmates laughed at my plight while others looked at me in pity.

The PE teacher even looks sorry for me. His mouth started moving but he stops at something he saw behind me.

I felt a shadow behind me, the smirk on his face dropped into a frown at whoever was behind me and a hush fell on the basketball court.

Discreetly turning around, i was taken aback by who I saw.

Akorede.

He stood glaring at the distance at a particular someone, seconds later, he turns to look down at me. Underneath the hardness, I saw something soft while he watched me.

He stretch out his hand, I stare at the calloused hand like a rare specimen. Was he trying to help me up?

I was so unsure...

Lifting my hands towards him, I gently placed it in his palm and I was shocked at the warmness, it was surprisingly soft.

I gulped as he pulled me up gently running his eyes through my form.

"Are you hurt?"

I shook my head timidly not knowing what to say. He turns my arm around growling at whatever he saw.

I followed his eye sight. I winced at the cut sporting on my elbow.

"It is just a cut" I offered but he does not seem to be having it, a little blood trickled down the small but open cut.

"I will take it from here" I jumped as my roommate joins the party. "I will take her to the nurse"

Akorede nodded before handing me over to Theresa who grabbed my hand softly before pulling me towards the exit of the court.

I staggered after her not before turning to stare at the fine piece of human who helped me.

Shockingly, he was staring after my form!

Which scene was your favourite?

I know... Akeju is getting out of hand. 😒

Translation
flat yansh: flat buttocks (bodyshaming)

Na mission school we call am na: This is a mission school.

gbigbe yinyan: another form of bodyshaming, calling someone an extremely thin person.

you too don the collect gbola: you have started having sex.