Saturday was always my best day of the week, no, not because there were no lecturers, we did have lectures sometimes, but not today. I loved Saturdays because of the dance class I always had. It was always fun and interesting. The guys always treated me specially. Dan, Terry, Sophie, Ola, Aisha, the only Northern girl I’ve ever met to love hip hop, and our dance instructor, Chevy, were always amazing.

I could tell some of the guys had interest in me but they knew I wouldn’t take shit, so, they had to behave. One more thing, I looked to expensive to maintain. I loved to dance, it had always been my passion, so, I’d been dancing since my 100 level days. I started with Dan and Terry and we’d been good friends since then. We had made so many videos and uploaded them on our YouTube channel, got about two thousand subscribers already, I uploaded some on my Instagram too and my followers were encouraging.

I didn’t mind the intensity of the sun today because I was in good mood, so, I would let it pass. Maybe the sun will piss me off again when I went for that draining class again. Gosh, and those very annoying guys.

Tolu and Fatima had decided to bombard my eardrums with the talk of that showoff, D’Banj or whatever his name was. They kept gossiping about his dress sense, his beards, his ability in physics and all, just to piss me off, but I didn’t mind, though I felt like gagging them with their panties.

I pulled into a parking space next to the cafeteria and picked my phone and charger and my small tea flask. Stepped out of the car and locked the doors with the remote. The temperature in the cafeteria was cozy, the chairs and tables were packed in a corner, only two tables: one with four chairs and the other with two chairs, were left unpacked.

The table at the other end of the room was occupied by some two guys and a girl, who stared when I stepped into the room, while the other table located at the far end to where the TV hung, where I usually charged my phone was occupied by a guy in a purple Lakers jersey, reading a novel. As I got closer he turned out to be the same dude my roommates won’t stop cooing about like birds. I hated to admit I found him handsome. I was still furious about the stunt he played with his friends on Wednesday, so I didn’t bother to say hello, why should I? I liked being greeted first, call it arrogance, I wouldn’t care.

“Excuse me, is anyone here?” I asked, pointing at the backpack on the chair. He abruptly turned to face me, his face became expressionless like I was the last person he wanted to see. Then he smiled and said,

“I don’t keep seats for ghosts.”

I should be mad, right? But I wasn’t, I found his response funny because it reminded me of our first encounter, but I kept a straight face. I wouldn’t let him get to me easily as he did my friends, especially Tolu, who thought he was sexy.

“Pardon?” I found myself asking.

“You can have your seat if you like,” he said frustratingly as if I was bothering him.

Now I was losing it again. I said nothing and took my seat. I put my tea flask on the tiled floor and squatted to plug my phone charger into a socket on the wall and plugged it into the charging port of my phone. Nothing happened, my phone wouldn’t charge.

I tried adjusting and shaking the socket, the red light indicating the socket was in good condition was on but it wasn’t working. My phone was really down and needed to power it up. The other socket was occupied by his charger and he didn’t seem to notice my ordeal.

I called on the guy in charge of the cafeteria to bring me a big bottle of cold Sprite and two doughnuts, which he did in few seconds. I asked him what was wrong with the socket and he said he had no idea.

Without a word, dude unplugged his charger and put it in his backpack, and continued with his book, “Morden Classical Physics” was inscribed in a brown letter on its silver hard cover. “It wasn’t a novel after all,” I thought.

I unplugged my charger from the faulty socket and transferred it to where he just unplugged his and continued with my doughnuts. I hardly eat junks, but not today, I was really starving I didn’t bring any book with me, so I decided to keep myself busy with my phone.

“Are you always like this,” he said irritatingly. I had no idea what he was driving at, so I had to ask, “excuse me?”

“Are you always this proud and impudent?” He repeated as-a-matter-of-factly, “you insulted me the first time we met, here we are, hoping you’d apologize or be reasonable enough to apply courtesy and say hi or hello, you didn’t either. Now I just unplugged my phone so you could power yours and you couldn’t even say ‘thank you’.”

I could sense anger in his voice, but I wasn’t intimidated.

“What the fuck!” He was pissing me off already. Two times in a week. “You expect me to apologize to you? I mean, look at me, do I look like someone who apologizes?”

He didn’t give me an answer, instead he buried his head into his book, ignoring me.

“If anyone needs an apology, that would be me, after that stunt you played with your friends, making fun of me,” I continued.

He made no sound, I was dangerously pissed.

“It’s not your fault,” I said furiously and I realized I was too loud, as my voice just attracted the guys at the other table. I angrily dropped the last piece of my doughnuts which I’d only taken a bite, picked up the bottled Sprite I was yet to open and dashed out of the cafeteria before I created a scene.

What happened next?

Find out in Episode 5.

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