Just The Way I Like It ✌(najia Style)

💎12-Talent Competition💪💎

Hey sorry for the late update. I'v been busy. Pls don't forget to vote.

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I sat on my desk on Monday morning planning my schedule for the week. I just wished I had a PA or secretary to send to do it for me but No.

Why can't I get a PA? We live in a cruel world.

The atmosphere was very lively as the students roamed around aimlessly but Dylan was nowhere to be seen.

It's like he didn't come to school at all. Which works for me.

I had a smile through out. I didn't feel a bit bothered but everybody especially the girls who appeared like they came for some special event. Their hairs were all neatly done to fit them, their uniforms looked like it either got shorter and tighter or they grew or added weight. With all of them looking nice and smelling nice, they moved around anxiously.

Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! So sad!

The prince everyone awaited had finally arrived 11am before break. It shocked everyone because they all had given up on waiting for his arrival. The class became noisy as everybody questioned Dylan. It turned out he had to visit the hospital he wasn't feeling well.

Wow! I didn't know wishes could actually come true.

He sat and pleaded for nobody to disturb him and surprisingly the class immediately turned silence. So quiet a teacher had to personally leave his office in the top floor to the button to check if we all were still breathing.

Okay! Maybe I exaggerated that a little but his office was far from our class.

He couldn't believe what he saw. At first, he thought he was dreaming but later he suspected something was going on so he went to report to the principal about what he saw and that's how we all landed in the principal office trying to convinced him we weren't doing anything bad.

"See what Dylan has caused now" I said.

"How is this his fault?" Choima rose a brow.

"Who else is to be blamed?" I asked.

"Susan, he isn't feeling well"

"How does that relate to who is at fault?"

Choima shook her head and chuckled.

The principal finally dismissed us with a punishment to sweep and clean up the upstairs hall.

"Can you believe this? He always advise us to change and behave. Now that we did that, we are being punished. Wow! Just great!" Stephen voiced in amazement.

"You know what, I think I like being a bad student even if we get punished. It's better than being punished when you did nothing" another sneered.

We got the job done and got to our class. I sat on my seat beside Dylan and stared at him. He had his head laid down.

Should I wake him with a slap or a knock? Nah I am not that evil, yet.

"Hey!" I gently tapped him.
He weakly opened his eyes and they were red and watery.

He let out a painful groan and lift his head up.

With a cracked voice, he grunted "Yeah, what?"

"Dude, why did you come to school if you aren't feeling well?" I placed my hand on his neck. He was burning up and sweaty. His body felt like it was yelling for help.

"I...I am living with my cousin. He was afraid... to leave me alone at home... so he brought me to school" he struggled to talk.

"Oh! So I am guessing he is in class that's why you came here right? So you wouldn't be alone?"