Clouds 𝓸𝓯 Grey || #3 [working on editing]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞.

special chapter dedication to Hanthoniaaa for the voting and Angeliquewritess for her beautiful comment in the previous chapter which absolutely melted my heart. ❤️

045| Not Just Physical Contact

~K O M I S O L A~

I wished I hadn't passed across the teachers' office. If I had not, Miss Eva wouldn't see me and dump this truckload of papers called notes. "Are the books too heavy?" she asked, looking a bit worried. It was probably the expression on my face right now but I wasn't planning on wiping it off. "Let me call someone to help carry it with you."

"No, don't-" I started, protesting against the idea but Miss Eva had already seen someone who was about to leave the teachers' office. "Ameenah, could you help Komisola with the notes?"

Ameenah turned, and to say she looked surprised would be an understatement. She took a step back, pointing to herself with her mouth slightly open. "Me?"

"Is there any other Ameenah in the room with us?" Miss Eva gave her a sweet smile, although both I and Ameenah didn't fail to notice the sarcasm in her tone.

"Oh, o-okay. Sorry, my-my bad." Ameenah was a stuttering mess and it was very amusing to me, seeing the confident Muslim fencer nervous. "Where are the notes?"

On my head, I wanted to reply. But... well, self-control was very important. Was she blind? The notes were in my hands.

"There." Miss Eva pointed at the notes in my hands. Ameenah looked at me and her expression literally went from anxious to... cold.

Her gaze had instantly morphed into a glare and I just watched in silence as she gave me a once-over, regarding me as though I was filth of some sort. "Isn't she already carrying the books?" she said to Miss Eva.

"I think there's an obvious answer to that, Ameenah. You're just required to carry half of the books with her, that way you can share the notes faster," Miss Eva told her.

Ameenah exhaled, a look of irritation on her face as she walked over to where I was and carried half of the books from my hands. "Let's go."

Maybe I should've just stayed in class. I shouldn't have gone to the Hall. Staying in class would have prevented this from happening.

"Can you walk faster?"

"I don't think I walk slow," I muttered. I was just like two steps behind her and I had to keep the distance. "If you want a gala seller or Usain Bolt, just say it."

"That's it. Take the fucking notes and share them yourself." She turned back abruptly, dumping her own share of the notes onto mine and once again, they were piled on my arms.

"Miss Eva said to share the notes, together," I stated.

"I don't care if she said that, Komisola. Take the notes and share them yourself."

"It's just notes, Ameenah. Don't be-" Not a complete sentence but her royal highness, Ameenah was already walking off.

That's it.

"Ameenah!" I shouted. Who did she think she was? A fencer? Fine. Who gave a flying fuck? A star student? I did not care. Right now, we were both students who had simply been given a task to carry out by a teacher. "What exactly is your problem?"

She turned to look at me, and regarded me slowly, eyes moving up and down, scrutinising me with a look of disgust. Then smiling at me, "rest," she said. Dismissed me with a little roll of her eyes and a tired shake of her head.