Naya and Vince

20

A sleek red Lexus pulled up in front of me as I waited for Vincent the next Saturday. He assured me that he wouldn't keep me waiting and I hoped so.

I tried my best to keep my eyes away from the tinted windows as if it would hide my wish to be in the car and not under the blazing sun.

The tinted glass wound down and my eyes landed directly on a pair of honey brown eyes. Eyes that belonged to Stephen Olarewaju. I've always been fascinated by his eyes. His eye were like Medusa's the only difference being that when you looked into his you just wanted to continue staring at them.
But what was he doing here? Seeing any of my classmates apart from Vincent was the last thing I wanted.

"Hola Hermosa," he greeted before opening the car door. He was clad in a baggy jeans and a white Gucci long sleeved top and he looked cool in it. Both his ears had this earrings with the cross pendant, but instead of the popular black colour, his was silver studded with stones that twinkled under the sunlight. I was suddenly conscious of what I was wearing. I wore an old bleached Jean with a polo that had 'Mrs Marshall Mathers' printed in front.

"A fan of the rap god, CJ is definitely dumping Jessica for you," Stephen chuckled. I felt kind of uncomfortable. If he had noticed the writing on my polo shirt then he must have scanned my dressing.

I managed a small laugh. "Not happening anytime soon."

He cleared his throat. "You ready?" I raised a brow. "The session with Vincent. I decided to join the driver so that Vincent can take care of a few things before you arrive."

"Wait you stay with Vincent? Are you two like step brothers or something?"

Vincent laughed. "Enter the car first."

I looked at him and the car with scepticism before entering the car. I greeted the driver who was nodding his head to a song playing from the car. He hummed a response as Vincent sat beside me.

I sighed in satisfaction as the cold air from the air-conditioning cooled me.

"I can relate," Stephen laughed.

"I thought you would stay in the front seat," I said looking out the windows to the world zooming past us.

"I want to keep you company na."

His phone started ringing. As he spoke to the caller in Yoruba, I continued looking out the window. Sometimes, I wished I could just zoom through life. I wanted to see my future already but life decided to be a snail.

"It was Vincent," he said.

I hummed and continued looking outside.

"Why do you look different today?" He asked turning to face me. A smile dance on his peach lips.

"Just pretend you don't notice," I said looking back at him.

"I'm already catching feelings," he winked. And I almost blushed. Almost. I was thinking he meant I looked different in a bad way.

"You better don't. It's not healthy for you," I replied with a smirk.

He laughed again and I was tempted to join him. He had this kind of contagious laugh. "Who ever said I was healthy?" I noticed him scan me quickly before adding, "You look different. . .in a really good way today to be honest."

"No dey whine me jor."

"I'm being serious." He scooted closer.

I shook my head holding back a smile. "You don't look bad yourself Stephen."

"You're crushing on me," he cooed.

"You're sick," I said. "So are you and Vincent related?"

"Yeah. We're cousins," he answered checking something out on his phone.