PIERRA'S POV

I was one of those people who always made sure to get to class super early so as to get my favorite seat. Seven am classes were a bitch especially because of the cold but I was already used to them after three years. I especially looked forward to the one class that I shared with him each week. I didn't even take that course, I was only there to see him. It was my only chance since we ran in different circles and our paths never crossed.

I walked into class and my eyes immediately sought him out. My chest rose and fell in anticipation at the thought of seeing him. My shoulders drooped in disappointment when I didn't meet his eyes hidden behind his clear round framed glasses. I was always early but there were times he got to class before me.

I sat at my usual seat by the window, used my purple book bag to hold the seat next to me for my brother and leaned back, my gaze wandering outside. Other students started streaming in and the class filled quickly. I stuck my airpods in my ears when the class started getting noisy and blasted some Shaed.

Reaching into my bag I grabbed a packet of cornpuffs, my ultimate addiction. I'd discovered the treats on my first trip to class when I joined the university in my first year. After the first packet I was immediately hooked and made sure to buy four packets each morning. It was only ten shillings anyway so I could easily afford them. They were also only sold in that one kiosk I bought them from but the good thing was they never run out. Lately I had been getting one more packet that I didn't pay for but I didn't question it. I just dismissed it as promotion from the kiosk owner after buying from him daily for the past three years.

I was mid bite when I met his gaze as he walked through the door and for a moment everything around me disappeared. Andrew Njogu, my crush of three years, star of all my wet and even dry dreams and my fantasy husband. A three, going on four year old crush should definitely win an award. He was so dreamy and sadly enough unattainable to me. He was tall, standing at 6'0 with short neatly trimmed hair, dark chocolate skin, dark eyes that were always hidden behind his clear round glasses and impeccable fashion taste.

He walked past me and I finally regained control of my nose when his cologne washed over me. It was a fusion of citrus and spice, the perfect combination for him. As always he took a seat two rows behind me but I wasn't worried about not seeing him. I opened the window and titled it to an angle that reflected his gorgeous face like I always did each Tuesday morning preparing for my two hour staring session.

I knew that it was creepy but I couldn't help myself, he was too handsome not to stare. I'd first seen Andrew in my first year when I accompanied my brother Bishop to his first class. They were both pursuing Bachelor of Arts in Fine Arts while I was studying Bachelor Of Science in Human Resource Management. Two different courses but we were both freshmen, halfway across the country from home so we accompanied each other to all the classes that didn't clash just so we wouldn't be alone. The tradition had faded out after our first year but I'd continued coming to this one class. It was the only one that didn't collide with my classes all because of Andrew. Bishop also came to one of my classes but only because his favorite fuck buddy was my classmate and they liked making out at the back of the class which I found disgusting but I could never contest. If I did Bishop would stop me from coming to his class and I could not lose my only connection to Andrew so I kept my mouth shut.

I had crushed on him from the first moment I saw him and no matter how much I tried I could never get him out of my head. My brother had also forbidden me from dating any of his classmates so we could never be in a relationship, not that Andrew had ever expressed his interest in me anyway. It was a one sided attraction but I didn't mind. I had this picture perfect image of him in my head that would get ruined if I dated him. As long as we didn't date, he would remain my perfect crush and I was okay with that.

My staring was interrupted by my brother entering class looking hangover as always. He grabbed my bag off the seat tossed it at me, ruffled my braids before taking his seat. I ripped my airpods out of my ears and turned to him with a glare.

"Bishop it's Tuesday morning, how can you be hangover?"I questioned quietly so as not to attract unnecessary attention.

"Drop the tone and leave the scolding to mom. And I'm not hangover, I just didn't get enough sleep."He retorted in a hoarse tone.

"Sure you didn't."I replied sarcastically turning my gaze away not wanting to argue with him so early in the morning.

Bishop and I looked nothing alike and its because we were not biologically siblings. He was taller than me at 5'8 while I was 5'4. He was huge from all the working out he did with a bushy untidy beard and even worse looking unkempt coarse hair. He was dark skinned while my skintone was a little lighter. He had light brown eyes while mine were dark brown.

I was adopted by Bishop's parents when I was seven years old after my whole family was killed in the post election violence in 2007. It took me three months to say a single word and the first person I spoke to was Bishop asking him to help me with my homework and since then we were inseperable. He was a good big brother because even though he was two years older and a year ahead of me in school he repeated a class just so that I wouldn't be alone in my new school.

Bernard, Bishops dad at the time had been a police man who found me crying next to the dead corpses of my parents and elder sister after we had been attacked by a mob just because we were different tribes. He took me home and his wife Stella refused to let me be put in a children's home. They adopted me after a year with them and I became an official Makau. I changed name to Pierra Ivy Makau from Pierra Ivy Gachii on my eighth birthday. I had two younger brothers who were eleven and nine years old so I was the only girl. I loved my family even if Bishop made me want to strangle him half the time. They had been there for me during the worst time of my life and I would forever be grateful.

The lecturer walked into class and I nudged Bishop awake who had been dozing off next to me.

"How much will it take for me to bribe you into writing down the notes for me?"Bishop asked giving me the best pleading look he could manage.

"I have my own money so I don't need yours and I would never touch your drug earned money."I replied harshly when he mentioned bribing me.

It was no secret around the university that Bishop was the biggest weed dealer in campus. He thought he was untouchable because our dad was a Police Commissioner. It was sad really because if our dad knew what he really did, he would be the one to put Bishop's sorry drug dealing ass in jail.

"How about I make you another pair of sneakers?"He bribed and I turned my gaze to him.

"You've been promising me new sneakers for a month."I accused not believing him.

Bishop was one of the most talented artists I knew so he made me custom hand painted sneakers when he wanted to or wanted to bribe me like he was doing.

"You'll have them by tomorrow."He bargained.

"And if not."I questioned.

"You have my word, I promise. "He assured me and even though I was skeptical I took his notebook from his desk and opened to the page he had previously been writing on.

"You better Bishop or you won't like what I do."I threatened and he just smirked at me.

He resumed his previous position and since the person seated infront of him was a little on the heavier side he was easily hidden. He was asleep in minutes and I was left in peace.

The lecturer hadn't started dictating the notes, he was just droning on about what he had taught the previous lesson so I turned my gaze back to the window. I took my time to admire what Andrew was wearing loving how no matter what day it was he was always immaculate unlike some college students who just wore anything that was clean or didn't smell like sweat, they didn't care about fashion.

He was wearing dark ripped jeans, a grey hoodie with a black denim jacket on top and black Vans sneakers. I knew for a fact that he didn't need glasses, they were more for fashion but they looked really good on him. Why did he have to be so perfect yet so out of reach? Besides being an artist like my brother he was also a photographer and he was damn good at it. I followed his Instagram page and made sure to like all of his photos. He also followed my page and liked my photos too but that was mostly out of courtesy so I made sure not to read too much into it. He never took studio photos as all his pictures were nature photography of both people, the environment and sometimes animals. Yeah I know stalker mode activated, but I couldn't help it. I was like a moth to a flame from the moment we met, I just had to make sure I stayed away from him so that I didn't get burned.

When I realized that the lecturer had started dictating notes I tore my gaze away from the source of my fantasies and started writing. I knew it was toxic having feelings for a guy who I could never date but believe me I had tried everything to get rid of them. I'd even dated once , hoping another guy would be able to erase him off my mind but it didn't work. I'd stopped coming to the class for a whole month in my second year when I was dating my ex Francis. After five weeks I realized that I was just using him so I broke it off.

Francis had not taken the break up too well and went as far as threatening my life if I didn't get back together with him. All I had to do was tell Bishop, who hadn't liked him in the first place and he'd handled the situation. Don't worry he didn't kill him, but he had looked like he'd been ran over by a bus when I saw him two days after Bishop paid him a visit. He never looked my way again and I was free to resume my Andrew stalking in peace. It was one of the perks of having a feared drug dealing big brother.

Class ended sooner than I would have liked because it meant that I had to wait another one week to see Andrew. We ran into each other from time, never spoke and always walked past each other that's why I treasured that class. It was two hours of being close to him yet so far away.

I nudged Bishop awake who woke up with a disgruntled look on his face.

"I'm going to my next class loser, I'll see you later."I informed him as I started gathering up my stuff.

"Thanks siz."He expressed with a sleepy smile.

"Just get me my sneakers."I replied getting up as I slung by bag over my shoulders.

"Say hello to Whitney for me."Bishop yelled after me.

I gave him the finger behind my back and his laughter rang out in the class. He knew I didn't like Whitney, she was a slut who allowed herself to be used by my brother just because he gave her free weed and cash whenever she asked for it. They were disgustingly perfect for each other even if they weren't exclusive to each other. I'd rather remain single for the rest of my life than have such a dating life. Sex and drugs was not my kind of love but if it suited them then I had no say in it as they were both full grown consenting adults.

Everyone was still seated waiting for their next lecturer to walk in as it was in the same class. I decided to use the back door just so I could walk past Andrew. I didn't look at him for fear that of tripping over my feet but I could have sworn he was looking at me the whole time. Must be wishful thinking because he never noticed me. I was just his classmates younger sister to him.

I made it out of class and put my airpods back on. I had ten minutes to make it to my next class meaning I'd be sweating buckets and out of breath by the time I got there as it was on the other side of campus. It was all worth it though since I'd had my weekly dose of Andrew. My crush on him would back fire on my face one day but until then I'd continue harboring feeling for him from afar. 

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Quick and only side note. I'd taken this book down for a few days and was intending to change it but I held back. The only thing different is the cover but everything else is the same. To new readers welcome and to the re-readers, thank you for coming back. I love you all, thanks for your support. ❤❤