Naya and Vince

14

We all stared at the uninvited guest.

"What?" I asked him in my most irritated tone.

He leaned in with a big smile on his impossibly big lips. "Gist me. Why was Ms. Daniels shouting at Vincent?"

"Guy, are you okay?" I was more than irked now. "You saw me talking to my friends and you barge into our discussion for this nonsense?"

"Girl chill. And Jude why do you like gossip so much?" Jessica said.

A guy for that matter. A gossiping dude was just a definition of gross on a different level. It wasn't cute at all.

"Did I do anything wrong by asking about what happened please?"

"Of course. I expected you to be more civilised than this. What you did is just so–"

The boy angrily stoop up. "Mbok, don't even insult me. I definitely don't look like Vincent in anyway. I will just slap you."

"Ogbeni, come and slap na," I threatened showing him my right cheek.

"God you're so rude. Well what am I supposed to expect from someone from a mushroom school?" He hissed leaving our side. I was about to stand up and talk back when Jessica held me back.

"That guy is an idiot," I muttered eating my sandwich angrily. Poor thing. What did he even mean by mushroom school? None of them here knew anything about me.

"He's like that. He likes story," Amanda said.

"He should better go and do something about his stupidity."

"Ah. Calm down," the girls told me.

Then Aliyah spoke up. "But what transpired between Ms Daniels and Vincent?"

"The boy obviously didn't like the idea of this Angel teaching him and was being the obstinate donkey he is," Jessica shrugged. I didn't fail to notice that Jessica and Vincent were not on good terms, probably from what happened last year.

I swallowed a mouthful of sandwich. "When you called me an angel were you being real or ironic?"

"That's for me to know and you to wonder."

"You're using my phrase against me?" I whined hitting her playfully. Just then Vincent walked into the class with Stephen. Chijioke was behind with the soon to be senior girl, Nmesoma– at least that's what they said. The girls claimed that she was well behaved, loved by everyone, had the perfect grade and charisma so she was definitely going to be the new Senior girl.

Then Stephen walked over to usq, his signature smile or whatever it was in place. "Hola muchachas,"

"Speak English mister," Chioma told him.

"Leave him. He's forming Parisian for us," I added with a crooked smile.

He laughed to the extent of holding his knee cap. He left me wondering what on earth was so funny. "Naya, you've killed me. It's Spanish not French mademoiselle."

He called me Naya. Yes. I somehow managed to be able to tolerate him. I don't even know how and I was also tired of correcting him and Chijioke all the time. So whatever. . .

"I don't care. Sha speak what I understand."

"Yes ma'am. We get talk sha," he said giving me an earnest look, which I brushed off easily,before leaving us.

"But why didn't they let a teacher tutor him? Why you?" Amanda asked again pulling off her glasses. Unlike with Chijioke whom I hardly remembered used glasses, I wasn't used to Amanda without her glasses. She usually looked odd.