SAMANTHA'S POV

"No na! Ronaldo na my GOAT," One of my football team player begins. Everyone in the team turns to him. I move closer to the boys as a vibe for an argument burns in us. We begin battling to defend our favorite football player.

Obinna swings his arm to nudge me. I slap him at once. "Wetin dey do you? No touch me again!" I eye him.

"Why? Why?" he playfully snaps at me and touches me again.

"You no dey hear word"

"You wey be coconut head! Mtchew!"

"What is your problem?" I hiss. He touches me again and sneers, "Come and beat me na."

"You too dey sweat. That's why I said you shouldn't touch me. Disgusting," I say and purse my lips.

"Pele!" he exclaims and throws his arms around me.

"Help!" I scream and the other team members glance at me. "Sweaty Obinna dey touch me".

"Guy na! Your armpit go cause her asthma. Stop! Your smell will just end her young life. Get out dude," a boy laments as he draws closer to us. He grips the boy's shirt and tries to pull him from me. Obinna positions his armpit close to my nose. "Smell it!"

My nose died. I run away from him to take fresh breath before I begin to rain insults on him. All the boys burst into laughter and I just shake my head. I've still not gotten use to this their nasty play. Anyways, I will do my own back. Someone go smell my armpit too. No wahala.

I go back to their midst and we talk about our progress in the game.

"Lady and gentlemen!" a voice echoes from behind us. Boma smirks and strolls to stand at our front. "How's your day going?"

I roll my eyes. "What do you want?"

"Firstly, I want to remind all the science students that we will be having class soon. Take note," he responds.

"Okay! We don hear," Obinna replies.

"Also, I wanna ask Tomboy Sam whether she can play the role of Miss Prime High," he says without glancing at me. The boys in the football team burst into laughter.

"Not only Miss Prime High," one says.

"You for just say Mister Prime High," another reply.

"Why will Sam just do that?" A guy exclaims in disbelief.

The guy that's the new Sport Prefect arises from the bench he was on. His name is Damilola and I'm not too happy he got the post. He is a guy that usually miss football practice and doesn't really care about the development of the sport center or sport activities of the school. Well, I don't mind sharing the plans I had with him but if he ignores me, so be it. Besides, the school never believed I could help them grow so why stress myself?

"Sam is not doing that," Dami voices as he glower at Boma. "What are you even doing here?"

"You've heard of Students' Week program, right?"

"I'm a Prefect unlike you...so yes! I was in the meeting," he snaps, his hands clenched.

"Abeg rest jhare! You no fit beat me for here. Idiot! Na me tell your girlfriend to like me?" Boma chuckles at his aggressive demeanor and finally, turns to me. "You are too chicken to be able to successfully participate in Miss Prime High and win jhare. I just came to tease you. Your teammates no even trust you for that one".

"She won't win. It's best she does what she loves that is why she has to play football," Obinna adds with pride but his smile deflates when he sees my glare.

"Excuse me!" I walk to Obinna. "Why can't I win?"

"You can't even dress like a Queen talkless to be one," Boma explodes with laughter and holds a boy's shoulder to stand upright. He slams his thigh as he laughs hard and I see red at that moment.

"I'm a Queen, Boma. I'm a boss Lady. No try me. I can win at anything I put my mind into," I growl.

He waves his hand dismissively. "To win that thing, you need intellect and true beauty. The female type of beauty. No join abeg. I go just cry for you that day".

"I will join," the words roll out of my lips and I clench my jaw.

"Don't join, Sam! Don't make a decision you will regret," Dami says, his eyes wide in horror.

"Why? Why can't I join?"

"It's not your usual thing na. You wan fail ni? No disgrace yourself," Obinna butts in and jerks his head, eying me with disappointment.

"I will be the one to kill you one day. Watch and see," I narrow my eyes at him and he raises his hands in mock surrender.

"Just because I don't do it doesn't mean I can't win in it"

Some boys exclaim, "Let's bet. I wan win money".

"Idiots! If you like bet, e no concern me," I yell at them. They ignore me as they talk to each other. "She won't win," majority of the boys agree and shake hands on it.

I glance at Boma and he had this mischievous smirk on his face. He knew what he was doing. Numb with fury, I look away as I plot how I will wipe the smirk from his face with my victory.

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"Why will you say you want to represent our class for Miss Prime High? They will never allow you na," Anna chuckles and my jaw clenches again.

"You don't believe I can win?" I snarl as I grip the table between us. We are in the cafeteria since it's break time.

Her face becomes somber. "No oo! I mean they won't allow you to represent SS3 for such a competition. You know Nora and her minions like such competitions na".

"I don't care. I will try my luck"

"Pele! E no go work. I just dey tell you the truth" she shrugs and continues to dig into her food.

I shake my head at her and she sends an apologetic smile at me.

"Announcement oo! Calamity don before us oo! Haew," Nora exclaims as she sashays to the cafeteria with her short, blue patterned skirt swinging left and right which is matched with a long, black socks that reaches her knee. "Sam wants to represent SS3 for Miss Prime High oo".

Everyone in the cafeteria, both juniors and seniors send a horrified look at me.

I don't understand this people oo. What's so bad about it? Is it because I like to choose boyish outfits?

There are somethings I'm always punished for. It's probably the reason I couldn't become a Prefect. One is that I always allow the collar of my shirt to stand, I wear black sneakers as my school shoe and I hardly tuck in my shirt. I always roll my long sleeves to my elbow and I'm not a fan of my skirt so I wear thick popsocks and sit the way I wish. It's not like the school is against popsocks. It's just against girls that aren't lady-like.

"If she wears male suit on that day, no cry oo" Nora eyes me as she walks pass our table. "Sam better no try disgrace us. Boma said we should give you a chance".

I roll my eyes.

"I will allow that since Daniel doesn't like this stuff. Imagine he did, our class will always win. He is intelligent and handsome. If he ever competes, I will be the girl beside him," she whispers behind me and makes a tsk sound. "You will be doing this competition with Gabriel. That weird boy that thinks he is fine. You guys make a great, weird couple".

I glance at her and she gives me an innocent smile. "I like weirdo's love stories!"

With a bland face, I warn her "Keep your distance because I won't be blamed if you get slapped".

She narrows her eyes at me but walks away. She knew I was serious about the slap. I don't fear school authority. My dad is a senator. They should know that.

Gabriel appears at our table. He bows and takes the empty seat there. Anna and I look at ourselves before at him.

"Can we help you?" I ask.

"No! I just want to get to know you better since we— "

"Shush!" I place my finger on my lips. "Leave now before it's too late".

His eyes almost pop out of their sockets. He rises and scurries away with his short legs.

"I'm taller than that guy. How can we win Mister and Miss Prime High? If I wear heels, which I won't, he will look like my son. See how he is small sef. Haew!" I whine beside Anna. She is the only one that hears me and she bursts into laughter, drawing the attention of the crowd. The students send displeasing look at us.

"Freedom to laugh, losers!" I tell them.

"Shut up! And tell your friend to shut up," Boma glares at Anna. Her laughter dies and it's like a glaring competition between them. He scoffs and walks away.

I glance at her and it's like Anna wants to eat me raw.

"I didn't do anything oo! Why you dey vex?" I exclaim and place my hands together.

She rolls her eyes and hisses, "Some people just know how to spoil other's mood. Rubbish!"

I glance back at Boma who is still glaring at Anna.

Wetin dey sup?

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