Kelvin POV

Okay, you know how at your regular school they divide the whole year into 3 halves making sure its 4 months in each half, so those 4 months in each half gets to represent the first second and 3rd term?. Well yea, its different here; there is no division at all. Everything is all together. There is no such thing as first, second or third term. That why what ever assignment test or project they give you will count and affect your final grade.

Instead of having to sit for 3 different exams on 3 different months of the year, you only get to do that once in one month of the year. So, you see all of this is slightly similar to the same principles in your regular high school abroad. The only difference here is ours had the Nigeria~ish aspect to it. We didn't have practicals; well except for the science and technical students whom practicals were compulsory. But for the rest of us, no practicals during exams.

I was currently in science class sitting two sits away from my darling Ella. As usual, she was writing away furiously racing against time as she tried to answer all required questions by the chemistry teacher. I was sitting there staring at her dreamingly as i fought to stay focused and remember some of the things I've been thought in Fine Art class.

How come an art student is writing his exam in a science class. Well for one I'm not the only art student here, Lydia is in this class as well as the rest where up front. The only reason why I ended up here was because they shuffled us so no two students from the same class or offering the same subject can sit close together. It's not like the management doesn't trust us enough to be honest with ourselves to write this exam without having to cheat, but its just that they don't trust us enough.

"Hey Romeo! quit drooling over Juliet, she is writing an exam and not stuck in a Castle"

One of the invigilators who caught me staring dreamily at Ella cautioned me. I blushed instantly as Ella caught my eyes just when I was about to look away. I smirked and winked at her before I looked for a clever way out of this because every one was chuckling at me.

"I was drooling, I was trying to remember something."

"hmmm hmmm says the guy face is red with embracement. "

Wow she is good! I though but I am better at witty comebacks and trash talking soo I said

"Urr No, that's because I was thinking too hard. "

I said before winking at Ella and a couple other girls who I caught drooling over me when I stretched flexing my muscles in the process. The very pissed off invigilator who looks to be in her early 20s glared at me before saying.

"How typical, stop slacking and start writing, you have less than an hour... Unless, you ain't smart enough to write more than a page"

She said with a fake smile and My face went rigid at her statement. I was smart I'm just having trouble remembering something. I flared my nose in anger as I glared at her. She was testing my intelligence because she was the assistant teacher to Mr
Geoffrey Oyinaka our fine art Teacher, the teacher for the exam I was currently writing. Not wanting to give in to her test, I Ignored her completely. I had actually finished both theory and objective. It was just one last question in the objective section I wanted to remember the answer to.

After thinking long and hard about the answer of question 25 and nothing was coming to mind, i frowned and slouched feeling defeated. Shortly after an idea came to mind, I may not be able to ask my fellow class mate because it was 'against the rules' but I could find away way to prey the answer out of the invigilator. I smirk at my mischievous plan before clearing my throat to speak.

"You're right you know, I'm not smart enough. But I bet your not any different than me"

"And why is that "

"Oh maybe because you yourself don't know who runs the affair in a museums"

"Oh please such a person is called a curator. I'm an art teacher how would you expect me not to--"

She froze mid sentence when she realize what she had done. She had just told me the answer I've been trying to remember, I quickly put the answer down before looking back up at her feeling victorious. With a smuggled look on my face I stood up to gave her my Question paper and answer booklet. I was going to say:
whos the smartest one now huh? Miss Falzeia, But I thought of something less enraging to say. Once I got close to the door I paused momentarily, with my back still facing her I said:

"By the way, thanks for letting me know I'm not smart enough "

With that left the class with her glaring at my retreating figure. I just hope I don't get in trouble for this.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW (Denis Adeleke)

I was home alone in our family indoor gym working out like crazy, that was because I've been doing so in weeks and I could feel my self getting fat. The song "Your still the one" by Shanks Twain was playing so loud on my stereo even the neighbors could hear it.

https://youtu.be/DAnJelfJQtE

I wanted to drown my self in working out Because I need a distraction; anything to keep my mind away from her. Ever since we moved to Lagos, all I wanted to do was stay in her arms forever. She was even more beautiful than I remember. With her beautiful brown hair, always on light make up and never in anything too revealing. She was beauty herself, her flawless skin, her heart warming smile, are ever rosy cheeks

"Hmmm" I sighed.

Too bad she had to walk in on me like that... I was so closer to make her mine, so close. And now she wouldn't even go out with me, I remember it like it was yesterday how she used her younger sister as cover up. I knew she was lying and had nothing better to do that Friday but because she didn't want to be with me, she used her sister to shield herself.

I felt really sad and deflated that every plan I made to get close to her let alone getting her attention always failed. I groaned out in frustration hitting the punching bag harder than intended.

I had already done 150 push ups, jogged on a treadmill and skipped 121 times. I really wish I could explain things to her, if only she'd give me a change and listen to me. I didn't like the way she was treating me and I need to fix it. She is my fiance well, was; we were supposed to get married and all of a sudden she started acting like I'm some stranger. What really happed to us? All I can remember was her catching me in a compromising situation with my personal assistant, after which I started making plans to apologize and propose to her; that was the last I could remember.

Feeling weak, tired and sore from the excessive workout, I decide to call it a day. Leaving the song on replay, I went upstairs to take a long shower. On getting to my room, I took of my clothes off and got into the shower. After a good 45 mins, I was satisfied that I was thoroughly clean. I made an effort to step out of the bathroom but because i had over stenched my self during my work out section I was too exhausted that I couldn't carry my self properly.

I lost my footing and I slipped hitting my head so hard in the bathtub. With no one around to come to my add I slowly started to bleed from an opening in my head. I tried getting up or at least moving my limbs but the injury was soo severe that I couldn't do anything. I just laid there with my eyes closed waiting to bleed to death as my consciousness was slowly slipping.

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Hiii 😁😁😁 lol Taa calm your blood and be positive

But hold up who do you thing Denis is talking about 🤔🤔🤔

Am sure the answer to that is within this chapter you just have to read between the lines.

Oh and did you guys see what i did there with the Romeo and Juliet scene, nah you've got to love that one

Lol any way I'm sure you all are wondering what will happen to Denis well I can't say he will survive because you know its a head injury buutttt.... Lets hope for the best.

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