Meenah's POV

I was wearing a white, long sleeved dress, that had pink pearls arranged all over. I did my makeup very simple, then applied a pink lipgloss. Perfect.

I had decided I would go with Neenah to the football match, not to play gooseberry, but to actually watch football. I didn't like football, not any other sports activities, but then what would I stay and do alone in this house on a Saturday evening.

Just as I pinned my pink hijab, Neenah came out of the closest, wearing a very old rustic skirt, and a big white shirt, with flat sandals. She looked like a 35year old.

"Seriously?" I exclaimed on seeing her appearance.

""It's nice and very comfy" she defended. 

"Oh no no no!" I pushed her back into the closest and decided I'll dress her up myself. She kept on rejecting all the beautiful dresses. I picked up a beautiful white dress and she said no.

"You don't understand...I have to wear black today..."

"Why?why must you wear black today? Huh?" I asked.

"Because...because I might stain it and get embarrassed all my life" she said with a frown.

"Nothing's gonna happen Neenah. Now wear this quickly, we wouldn't wanna keep someone waiting" I said wriggling my eye brows.   She sighed before wearing the light pink dress.

What to do. I just love pink.

"Momma we are off!" We yelled from the living room just as I checked my sister's appearance again. She looked like Cinderella's duplicate. If only Cinderella wears pink. She does right? I think she wears blue. Okay okay! I never pay attention whenever we watch the movie. But I seriously think she wears white. Okay! It doesn't even matter.

There was a frown on my face as I looked over at the car porch, where our cars were usually parked and none of the drivers were around.

I looked at my twins face and my frown turned into a devilish smile.

"Oh no no no! Meenah, you are not driving"

"Please...just one last time. You see the drivers aren't here, and we're going to be late" I said with a childish pout.

"What if mom finds out?" She asked slightly worried.

"Oh my dear sister" I said putting my arm around her " Nothing bad is going to happen...you just chill and enjoy the ride"

I have been taking driving lessons in the sly from Dahiru, the driver. Legally, I am a year below the accepted age for driving. Well, one year doesn't make a difference does it?

We reached school in thirty minutes because my dear twin decided to make me drive like an actual Learner. I wonder why she takes everything so seriously.

The school was filled with students that it was hard to say it was a Saturday evening. Everyone was chattering about the big football game between the two prestigious schools here in Abuja. Royal King college and An-Najim High.

We parted ways in the hallway when she went to search for her 'date', Naasar.

Naasar is the son of our dad's stepbrother. Technically making him our cousin. Oops...sorry. Step-cousin.

Typing on my phone, some hard structure hit me, making me lose my balance and we both fell.

Why do people keep clashing into me as if I'm some wall.

I met perfect black eyes gazing into mine. He had curly hair, falling into his forehead in a very unorganized but mind blowing manner. His face was round, with a sharp jawline and a beautiful dimple that was very visible without even smiling. His very pink lip tugged into a frown.

He got up with an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry..I didn't see you"

I was about to say 'you look very very cute with that dimple' but I controlled myself and ended up saying "I'm quite very tall to be noticed"

Oh my mouth.

My stupid big mouth had to open now?

Now he's thinking I'm one queen bee that snaps at any  random curly haired guy that clashes into her.

Super cute random guy.

"I'm so sorry about that. I'm not wearing my contacts so I have a hazy vision" he spoke. His voice was soft and calm that I wanted to stay here forever and hear him speak.

I noticed he was wearing a football jersey, the type boys from our school football team wears.

Wait! He's from this school.  Then how comes I never noticed him?

I knelt down to pick up my phone, and he also did the same and we ended up hitting our foreheads.

Ouch! This hurts more than falling flat on my butt.

"Is his head made of metal or something?" I thought aloud.

"I'm sorry...again" he said with a small chuckle and then picked up our phones that crashed the floor when we fell, handed me mine, shoved his into his hip pocket and then he walked away.

Weird clumsy curly haired boy that I never met.

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Okay! Okay! Don't kill me please. I know I haven't been updating very frequently...I'm so sorry for that. I've been extremely busy these days that I don't even get time to eat. Okay I do get time to eat, and sleep a little, and also read a little...

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