𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

41 ' FORTY ONE'

Jemimah's scanned the hall the twelfth time that night; for some reason she hadn't seen Bimbo. It was rare that Bimbo wouldn't attend a party thrown by the Titans. Jeremiah wasn't a member but he was technically one of them. She sipped her drink quietly while scrolling through her phone.

She was already regretting coming alone; she should have at least pulled Doyin or any of her roommates with her. Coming alone had turned her into a loner at the side of the room and of course no one dared approach her. They all clearly still remembered King's words so many parties ago.

Jemimah scrolled through her phone, her fingers typing swiftly on her phone, replying to Farida's text on the group. She had sent a snap of herself at the party and the girls had rushed to the group to compliment her and also ask who she had dressed so hotly for. The point was Jemimah refused to admit that she had dressed up; there was no way she was going to admit it even though her best friends knew the truth.

She slowly raised her head and glanced at the upper part of the hall. They were stationed bouncers like before but she was reluctant to go upstairs. Micah had invited her when he got out of the hospital; she had just nodded her head to give her answer, not exactly saying if she was coming or not. But still, she hadn't even seen his shadow at all.

Jeremiah and her were yet to still have a proper conversation and she was starting to realize that Black's avoidance's game was strong. If he didn't want to see you or speak to you, there was no way on earth you were going to come near him.

She picked up her bag and picked up her half-full cup and started walking towards the stairs. "Hiiii," someone cooed behind her and Jemimah turned to find a guy staring down at her. Staring down at her because he was ridiculously tall and good-looking. His hands slipped into his pockets as he stared at her.

"Hii," he greeted again and Jemimah nodded at him. "Hello," she replied, wondering who he was.

The latter scanned her expression for a few seconds before he chuckled, "You don't know me?" He asked in both amusement and surprise and Jemimah furrowed her brows. "Am I supposed to know you?" she asked and he laughed.

"Teniola, I'm in your department; we've had at least forty classes together," he replied and Jemimah's lips parted and closed. She couldn't believe that she hadn't recognized him.

"How tall are you?" she suddenly asked and Teni looked taken aback. "Err... 6 '4" he replied and Jemimah shook her head. "You are really tall," she commented and Teni laughed.

"That was such an awkward way of changing the topic," he said and Jemimah chuckled. "That was the point. I'm really sorry about that," she apologized again.

"It's fine. I actually already sort of expected that you wouldn't recognize me. I could bet that you don't know anyone in your department apart from Peter and James," Teni said and Jemimah chuckled.

"Who's James?" she asked, her voice going notches lower. Teniola stared at her for seconds before bursting into laughter.

"That's our class rep," he said amidst laughter and Jemimah wished the ground would open and swallow her.

"Stop laughing," she said quietly with a small smile on her lips.

"You are really in your own world." Teni commented and Jemimah shrugged. "I can't even defend myself," she replied and Teni scoffed. "I mean, girl, you don't even have a case," he retorted and it was Jemimah's turn to burst into laughter.

"I mean, I know you now," Jemimah said and Teni nodded. "Well, I guess that makes sense," he agreed.

"It was nice to meet you," Jemimah said softly and Teni nodded again. "Same you. Hopefully, you'll recognize me tomorrow in class," he replied and Jemimah laughed.