Naya and Vince

4

TAMPERED PLANS

When we were done with assembly, everyone walked back to their classrooms in groups but I walked alone. Actually, It didn't even bother me. Everything was going according to my plan.

~Stay clear of the brats path.

~Hide my status

~Graduate in flying colours.

Well, the Chijioke guy kind of tampered with the first rule but I had the feeling he wouldn't disturb me again.

"Hey," I heard someone say beside me. I was startled but I was able to comport myself.

"Hi Jessica," I greeted back, solely for the purpose of leaving out the introduction.
From afar she looked tall but she was actually the same height with me, maybe taller with a few inches.

"Nairobi right?" She asked like she didn't already know.

"Yes".

"Nice name. Congratulations on your scholarship," she said.

I nearly froze on the spot. How did she know?! Now she was tampering with my number two plan.

"Wait why do you think I'm here on scholarship?" I asked her.

"Well let's start with your dressing–"

I frowned. Brat spotted.

"Oh. That's funny. Just because I dress simply you assumed I'm a pauper."

"Relax, I didn't say that," she tried to explain.

"Just leave me alone," I said and left her behind. I knew I overreacted but I didn't bother going back. I couldn't help but study myself in one of the mirrors that lined the hallway as I hurried to class. Did I really scream scholarship student?

When I got to the class, the students were already talking and laughing in groups while some were resting exactly like I planned to.

I studied all of them.

They all wore expensive looking wristwatches, braids, weaves and shoes. Air max, Gucci, Adidas and Dior was the only products on their legs. I tried my best not to feel too self conscious. I was literally the only girl on low cut and plane black cheap sneakers.

I looked towards the back where my seat was and found someone sitting on it. I stomped towards the person ready for drama. The boy was resting so I decided to tap him before speaking. When I tapped him the first time, he didn't respond. I tapped him again and he still didn't respond. I got impatient and shook him violently.

"Oga get out of my seat!" I told him in anger. I made a mental note that the boys in the school were annoying.

"What the freaking hell is wrong with you?" He yelled in response before actually looking up at me. I noticed that the noise in the class had reduced to a zero decibel. All attention was on us now.

I hated attention more than the devil.

"Mumu you are on my seat," I replied him in the same tone he used. Another mental note: I hate or rather hated him.

"You just resumed today and you're already making noise," A girl hissed. I looked in the direction of the voice and it belonged to a dark skinned almost petite girl. She had a wavy weave on her head.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion so just shut it," I retorted as rudely as I could. I had vowed never to be intimidated and I was going to stick to that.