Yet to Know [MORE CHAPTERS LOADING...]

-9-

           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.