ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴇᴏ ᴅᴀꜱɪʟᴠᴀ

"Who the fuck authorised these emotions?!"

Shit!

Shit!

Shit shit!

October 21st.

The worst day of my entire life.

I woke up fuming and angry. I had to drag myself to shower and freshen up and go downstairs for breakfast.

I could feel my mum's gaze on me. She knew what today was as she was not her chirpy and fun self this morning. As I ate my food indifferent, she hovered around me, obviously trying to decipher my expression and mood.

"Mamá" I called her in Spanish with a dry tone. Even though she was Nigerian, she understood the basic, complex and could even manage to speak a few words. Perks of having a Spanish husband.

"Good morning Zayne. How was your night?" She asked, a worry lime creased on her forehead. I raised my eyes to stare at her and noticed she was nervous.

"I'm fine. Good morning mum" I muttered. I continued eating my food but still could feel her gaze on me. When it got to a point I couldn't bear it, I dropped my spoon and turned to stare at her.

"Mum"

"Yes my son?"

"Please stop staring at me like that. I'm not disappearing" I said softly. I understood why she was nervous. Ever since I lost my brother to the raging waves of the sea last year's October 21st, she has been worried about me ever since.

"I can't stop worrying about you Zayne" she said softly. "Not after we lost him. I just can't"

I stood up from my chair and placed an arm around her shoulder.

"You won't lose me. You won't lose Coral. You won't lose anybody. Stop worrying yourself to death mum and relax. I don't want you having high blood pressure now you know"

She smiled a little and patted my head.

"My small Zayne is a big boy now. I remember when you used to wear pampass then. Now I can't even see your small bumbum" she teased. I stared at her with horror and shook my head.

"Never happening again mum."

She smiled as bit more and I felt relieved. Even though my bad mood was still very there, I was happy she wasn't so sad anymore.

"Beun dia!"

Dad.

He marched down the stairs with a big smile on his face. I raised an eyebrow at his cheekiness but said nothing.

"Good morning dad"

"Good morning Jiho"(son) "And how was your night? Did you sleep well?" He asked, beaming with smiles.

There was one thing I knew about Mr Luca DaSilva, it was that he could hide his emotions pretty well. And this happy man standing before me with a grin on his first son's death anniversary was definny not him.

"Papá" I called dryly.

He turned his eyes to me.

"Sí?" (Yes?)

"Parár" (stop)

His grin failed. Like seriously, his smile disappeared like cold in warm sunshine. A pained look replaced it as he stared at the family picture. He sighed deeply, and that sigh conveyed a lot of words.

"I miss him" he muttered, his accent thick in the tongue. My mum wrapped her hands around him and placed her head on his chest.

"We all do" she whispered.

***********

"And you know, Rihanna is definitely very thick! Like damnnnnn!! Have you seen her when she's walking? She ain't fat but her ass is definitely one to ogle all day long!"

"She hot like that?"

"Hour glass figure ajeh! I don't know if she's human or Mami water!"

"If not because she's dating Zayne I for chase her, fuck her since"

"Swears guy"

"She's fuckable material. The kind of person you want under you"

"Vivid imagination guy. Zayne will kill you if he hears that"

"And do I look like I give a fuck? Zayne no fit harm me. He no be prefect sef!"

"I don't know why dem dey fear am oo. The guy sha fine no cap."

"Abeg leave that one! Our girls just blind"

"We were talking about fuckable girls. Rihanna shebi?"

Jesus.

I didn't know why I was pissed hearing those motherfuckers talking about Rihanna like that. Yeah I know we ain't in public and they didn't know I was here but hell!

No one talks about Rihanna like that! She didn't deserve it, she's not some fucking whore!

I walked into the empty class and glared at all of them. They turned to stare at me with surprise on their faces.

"Za-Zayne? We didn't hear you come in. How are you man?" One of them said, obviously trembling. I didn't give a fuck about him, instead my gaze was in the third guy. The one that wore indifference on his face.

He looked really familiar.

Where have I-

"Let go of me Chike!"

Ahhhhh

Now I remember.

"Chike right?" I asked calmly, not breaking off eye contact. He eyed me distastefully and smirked.

"Yes and? What do you want?" He shot back.

"Oh nothing much. Just here to warn you on your words and my girlfriend. You wanna fuck go bang those girls willing to open their legs. But don't and I mean don't! go near my girlfriend you hear?"

He sneered.

"What will you do if I don't? Fight me? Hang me? We both know I'm stronger than you Zayne boy. Stop trying to act intimidating"

I laughed.

Man, hearing this guy spew nonsense from his mouth was amusing. I wanted to give him benefit of doubt but I restrained myself.

"Keep in dreaming boy, I won't cut them short. Just know if you go near as six meters near my babe, I'll make you regret your existence" I said softly. I felt a rush of pleasure as he scowled at me and stood up to my face.

"What makes you think you are the king around here? Huh?! Who are you to threaten me?!" He shouted and shoved my shoulder. Students were in the class now, with their various phones and comments.

I frowned at him and dusted off the invisible dirt on my shoulder.

"You are right boy, I AM the King around here. So don't fuck up or else I'll destroy you" I yawned then I walked out. They made way for me like I was some royalty. I ignored the googly eyes from the girls and the admiration or hostile glares from the guys and found my legs walking to where Rihanna's class was. Fortunately, it was break so I was sure I won't be caught loitering about.

Not that they had the balls to punish me anyway.

I was so deep in my pissed-as-hell mood that I didn't notice the figure that left the class.

Rihanna.

She looked tired. Her hair was packed neatly behind her back. She was obviously walking to go join her buddies wherever they were. My eyes slid unconsciously from her back to her hips and saw what Chike and his guys were talking about.

Damn she was curvy!

Though not as endowed as Ivy...

If I hadn't peered closely, I would have missed out the pale red stain on her skirt.

She was stained.

Think.. think.

I saw a junior student watching her nearby. He looked like he was in Sss one or so. He was so engrossed with drooling over her that he didn't see me coming.

"Ah Senior-"

"Save it" I muttered feeling weirdly pissed that he was ogling her. I handed six thousand naira to him.

"You saw her skirt yeah?" I asked and he nodded.

"Good. Get what she needs. I'm sure you have sister's right?"

"Ye-Yes senior"

"Good. Don't even try of running away with my money. It's not the money I care about. It's her getting those materials. Now scram"

In seconds, the guy flew. Then I turned my attention back to her.

I doubt she knew it because she was still walking slowly, oblivious to the stares and attention she was beginning to get little by little. I quickly rushed to her and without thinking hugged her from behind.

Damn it!

Even hugging her from behind made my libido to rise like engine. I bit my lip from letting any sound slip from my mouth. I could also feel her tense up.

"Huh?" She gasped.

"Rihanna.." I drawled softly, trying to put her at ease though my hormones were raving like that of a sex starved male.

Damn hormones honestly.

"Za-Zayne?" She stammered. Was she this nervous?

"Didn't you check yourself before coming to school today?" I asked. Sexual excitement made my voice sound lower than I intended it to.

"What? I don't understand" I face palmed myself mentally.

"What I mean is that you are stained."

I heard her gasp low-key. Her eyes widened and I could feel the heat rising up her cheeks. She covered her face with embarrassment and for some reason, it was cute.

"Why are you hiding your face? It's normal, its nature" I murmured and led her to her empty class. She couldn't look at me in the eye and her nervousness was charming.

God, what's happening to me?

She finally turned to stare at me. She was searching my face for some sort of stuff but I kept my face expressionless. I did not want her to see the sexual battle I was facing now because of her. I had God to thank for giving me sense to wear my hoodie cause, I was already developing a huge boner.

Distraction... Distraction...

"Do you have what you need?" I asked tonelessly.

"Uh..my blazer is home. I don't really have..uh..my sanitary stuff with me" she stammered.

She needed help.

I wasn't with my blazer either and the only thing that'll cover up her stain was my hoodie.

But I've never given anyone my hoodie before My mind protested.

She needs it bro. Besides you are supposed to be her 'boyfriend'.

I sighed and removed the hoodie. Then I stretched it out to her. She was surprised, the look on her face was literally screaming why I did this.

"Have it" I said dryly. She stared at me and the cloth like it was some form of UFO and frowned heavily.

I didn't know why I was getting irritated at every passing minute.

"It's long enough to cover the stain. Have it!" I barked harshly. She blinked and grasped the cloth from my hand and wore it immediately.

"Thank you" she muttered and started staring at her nails. After some seconds, she raised her head up to stare at me.

Or rather, my lips.

I found myself staring at hers too and shuddered when images of what I could do with and to her lips flashed in my brain. It took all in me not to touch her.

The junior student I sent earlier rushed in and handed over the parcel to me. I gave him to signal and he dashed out with the speed of lightening. She was looking at it with curiosity.

"Here, I got this for you" I said boredly and handed it to her. She collected it and gasped softly.

"Uh... thanks did you order this?"

Nah, it flew from the sky.

I didn't know why that question made me pissed as well.

"Can't you accept the gift and not ask me questions?" I snapped. I expected her to get pissed, leave and give me peace from the burning torture.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for this. It is appreciated" she replied, surprising me a bit. She smiled a little at me but I didn't smile back. I scoffed under my breath and walked out.

It's official.

I wanted Rihanna Otedola.

And I wanted her bad.

Zayne🤧😂

Iono what to say honestly. This boy is becoming a bad boy by the day. So we've seen the cause of his bad mood, turns out his brother died in October 21st.

Who guessed Zayne was half caste? Half Spanish half Nigerian, it's just sexy for me 🤭

Again, Zayne na bad boy 😂 babes of Zayne look at ya husband oo😂😂😂🤧 see what he's thinking.

You guys remember Chike? The guy Zayne saved Rihanna from at the beginning? He's an asshole ngl🤧

What do you think? I'm in the comment section waiting.

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