DANIEL's POV

"Who is Sister Anna?" I ask Boma. He chuckles and punches my arm playfully.

"You didn't see her? She just left"

"Oh!" I glance at the door that is ajar. "I don't think I know her. What class is she?"

"She is your crush's friend na. Your crush was even here"

"What?" I gasp and look at the door again. "Why didn't you tell me sef".

"Dan, calm down na" he teases me and chortles. "Do you know who Anna is now?"

"I think so. She is the fair girl that Sammy talks to, right?"

"Yep"

"Why are you calling her your sister?"

His brows scrunch up. "Did I call her my sister?"

"You said Sister Anna"

"Yes na. Reverend Sister Anna. Mtcheww! The girl doesn't know how to mind her business," he says and shrugs.

I shake my head. "What did she do to you?"

"I kissed one SS 1 student yesterday," he discloses.

My brows shoot up. "Dude!"

"Bro!"

"Dude!"

"My bro!"

"I thought I warned you to leave those children"

"Children ke? You don't know our generation then. They are rotten eggs. It's even the girl that kissed me sef. She wants to be my girlfriend. Small girl like that oo"

I place my hand on his shoulder and gesture that he lowers his voice. The librarian had just walked in. "This is so disappointing," I whisper. "Why are some girls so cheap".

"I heard she kissed a boy in her class last week. The girl ehh. I'm disgusted by her," he spits out. "That's how that amebo Anna saw her kiss me, she now insulted me and called me a womanizer and that I'm spoiling innocent girls. She was just yelling at me. What gives her the right to do so?"

"Guy, calm down!" I say bitterly. "I'm just too annoyed with how children are behaving this days".

"Beware of your sister and brother oo. So that someone won't corrupt them"

"God forbid. Despite the people around me, I never forgot the principles and values my parents had instilled in me. So I will ensure my siblings follow my example".

"You know that your sister is fine oo," he smirks.

"I'm sure you wish to live long," I mumble. He nods obediently. "Good boy".

"Wo...I can't forget when you beat up one boy for bullying your sister. You aren't too gentle with your fist, gentleman".

We both burst into laughter and freeze when the librarian, a callous and plumpy woman, stands, glaring at us, her hands folded against her chest. We apologise immediately and rush out of the library.

We get to the hallway of the last floor of our school building. Our classes are in this floor. We pass the Art and Commercial classes and different girls kept gesturing to us. Boma smites the girls with his amazing dark complexion and physique while I infatuate them with my light skin tone and tall, well-built figure. With two of us bouncing around, we tend to draw a lot of attention.

"Hey, Daniel" A girl walks up to me. She is the class prefect of the Art class. "Teachers are having meeting. It's regarding prefectship. We need to control our juniors. Can you help out? I'm sure you want to be Headboy?"

I shrug. "If they give me the post, I will collect. If they don't, I do not mind. I will still help in controlling though".

"Okay! Thanks. Please, tell others. The students are already making noise. We need everyone's support".

"Okay! Sure thing"

She waves as she strolls into her class, probably to make the announcement to them. I leave Boma and go to my class to announce. Immediately, my classmates rise. They all don't want to miss an opportunity to control their juniors.

"I won't allow bullying. Just so you know. I'm against it," I recite as we match to various classes. A boy turns to me and sends his middle finger in the air. I snicker. It's alright. I might have to beat some people up today.

I enter SS 1 class and they all bang their desks, rising to greet me. "Good morning, senior Daniel. You are welcome to our class".

I raise a brow at their action. They aren't really respectful. The whole school knows that. "Good morning," I reply.

"Hi, my name is...." I blank out when they start introducing themselves.

"It's okay. Nice to meet you all. I'm here to tell you that teachers are having their meeting. The last thing I want is noise. I'm giving you all a nice warning. My mates might not really be friendly to you. So please...behave yourself okay?"

They begin to mumble while some say, "Yes, senior Daniel".

I nod.

"Senior," a girl rises up, her skirt strangely and annoyingly above her knees, stopping mid-thigh. It's too short if you ask me. I don't know how the school would allow this. Her parents must be very influential. That's the only reason that can cause the school rules to be bent. She sits on the desk and asks, "Can I write names of noisemakers? My classmates are naughty. They will still talk".

"Who is the class captain?" I quiz, ignoring her.

"Shorty isn't interested in writing it. Let me do it," she insists. The class captain, a short dark girl, walks to me. It's quite awkward as I bow low to meet her gaze.

"If you notice your class gets noisy, write the names of the noisemakers. Is that clear?"

She smiles politely. "Yes, senior".

I nod and leave them. On getting to SS 2, their noise greets me. My classmates are already in there and the SS 2 students are challenging them. A girl springs to her feet. "Leave our class, Victor. You are making noise here".

"It's Senior Victor. Correct yourself," he snaps at her.

"See me see trouble. Abeg, leave jhare. Why should I respect you? Mtchewww!" she hisses. "It is not as if you know book. It's only to toast girls you know how to do. What happen? You no get girlfriend to meet again?"

I feel like slamming myself to the wall as I see my mates bicker with the students. "Excuse me," my deep but not completely bass voice booms in the room. "SS3 students, kindly leave this class please. I will appoint the students to monitor them".

"Why you?" Victor snarls.

"Olodo! Leave jor" the girl snaps at him.

"Victor, please leave"

He wants to argue and I just glare. He gets the message and leaves at once. I address the class and plead with them to do what they want to but with less noise. They all agree and they say it's because they like me as their senior. I spot my brother, Solomon. He is a noisy student. I give him a warning look and he raises his hands in mock surrender. I hope he behaves himself.

I go around the school building to ensure there is orderliness. As I check classes, I notice one is empty. I go in and I see Sammy sitting on a chair and writing on a book. She is probably trying to complete her note. My knuckles rap on the door and her attention is drawn to me.

"I hope you won't mind if I join you," I say.

She rolls her eyes. "I mind. Please, leave".

I chuckle, walk in and occupy an empty seat beside her.

"Why did you then ask, if you will still come in anyway?"

I shrug. She rolls her eyes and continues to copy her note. I just stare at her. The sunlight filters into the room and plays beautifully on her chocolate skin. Her long cornrows fall to her forehead and the sound of her chewing a gum echoes in the room.

"Can you please stop staring at me?" she growls.

"That's if you stop being beautiful," I chortle.

"Rubbish," she mutters.

"I like you," I say to her.

She drags her gaze to me. "Me?" Sam asks and chews loudly on her gum.

"Yes"

"How does that concern me? Is it my fault? Na me tell you to like me ni? Abeg, shift!"

My brows furrow and I ask, "Is it me you are talking to like that?"

This girl doesn't seize to surprise me.

"Is there any other person here? Wo...I don't date Chew gum boys," she hisses and rises to her feet. She toss her gum effortlessly into a bin, picks her books and pen, and swaggers off.

I smirk and chuckle, "This talk went well".

I don't know where the confidence came from but I'm glad I was able to tell her my mind. I do like her alot. She needs to know.

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