🖤🧊🖤🧊🖤CHAPTER 15🖤🍋🖤🍋

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NEVER BE A PRISONER OF YOUR PAST,IT WAS A LESSON NOT A LIFE SENTENCE 🌹✨

A new me did appear in school, a girl who was emo even my outfit was just right for the mood. I appeared in an all black outfit like some "SHIA". I wasn't feeling all bubbly and colorful.

    I entered the hall which apparently was noisy. As usual,I found an empty seat which was not besieged by people. I hate it when it is but I can't help it either.
The lecturer wasn't yet in class and well, Bestie was no where to be found. On a normal day, I did start doodling on my note or observing people's outfit but today was different. I brought out my wireless headphone, connected it and then started moving down to the music world.

"Ah! So perfect" I exclaimed,when my favorite song was playing. The music was good so I coupled listening with scrolling some Instagram feeds.

    Hours of staring into my phone, scrolling on some pics. My stomach started feeling funny. Let's say too funny. Okay! Now it's upset.
My goose bumps were already coming out. I quickly removed my headphone, everything   was uncomfortable, I needed to visit the rest room ASAP but going to a public restroom was not something I fancy especially the one in school. I just sat down like a log of wood.Gosh! My worst fear is a reality already.
My stomach was making weird noises and there I was trying hard to keep a fart from coming out and to top it all,I am in class.
I was lost in my thoughts,thinking of  what could have caused my stomach upset and what I would next. Should I go home now? Should i go to the unkept public toilet? These questions kept clouding my mind.

"Oooh! Yeah last night's meal was the cause and I rather stay here".

The pain was getting worse so I decided to lay my head on the table. I was still struggling when I heard a knock on my table. I looked up to see some random guy about ye tall with a positive energy surrounding him asking if the seat close to mine was vacant. I was surprised though like the hell, out of all the vacant chairs in the hall he chose the one close to me.

I answered his question by nodding and he slipped into the empty seat with his books on one hand.
Within minutes of grave silence.He initiated a conversation.

"Are you okay?" He asked and all I could do was give a thumbs up indicating I was okay.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" I rose my head from the table cause I was surprised why he asked the question or wait, obviously he noticed how I was acting. Gosh! I suck at pretending to be fine on some occasions.

"Well because you don't look so good like you look sick or something"

"Of course, I don't look good cuz I am struggling here with my stomach and to make matters worst. You are talking!"
I wanted to voice all these out but decided to reply with

"Really!"

"You know something" he asked.

"Nah! Until you say it"I replied.

"I have been observing you actually. I was at the back with my friends and I noticed you were alone. At first, I didn't want to approach you so i won't get dissed or something so I decided to use this method. I even thought you were proud fa" he answered. Wallahi, that's what I thought at first but it seems am wrong. You are actually a jovial and courteous person and let's not forget having a good sense of humor.

"Wow!" I exclaimed with my saucer eyed. Proud!!! Lol, I get that a lot you know... at least, am happy you know am not and hmm,how do you know am jovial and a whole bunch of what you said? We barely even spoke fah.

"Well you won't understand" he chuckled.

I couldn't help it, I kept checking him out.
He was dark, having sexy eyes as I call it and yeah, long eyelashes that I would never have no matter how hard I try. That was what grabbed my attention In the first place,his long eyelashes, some girls could kill for them (just saying o).
I just kept staring at him as if I was scanning his soul. Just in time, he turned his head making our eyes lock. I quickly averted my eyes. Eye contact was not something I liked, mainly because i am a shy person and secondly, because I find it extremely uncomfortable.

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