Naya and Vince

23

Mondays.

Worst day of the week. So stressful and annoying. I watched my classmates discuss among each other. Some wouldn't stop rambling about how they spent the weekend and some about how they've missed each other. They've just been away from one another for two days. Just T-W-O days.

I didn't have anyone to talk to since the others were busy and i didn't want to brood over Richard so I decided to checkout my classmates. I had promised myself that I wasn't going to bother myself.

There were about ten of my classmates I  had never noticed. And I don't think they've noticed me either.

But I think they should have? I've been part of one or two dramas.

"Hey pretty," a male greeted me. I so badly wanted to lift my mood so I decided to play along.

"Hey Romeo," I replied. He looked shocked. "Erm, What?"

"I didn't think you would actually reply me," Damilare said. "It's Damilare by the way."

"I know. And if you thought I was not going to reply you, why did you greet?" I asked with a raised brow.

"I was just trying my luck. And I sure was lucky," he smiled widely, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Wait why did you think I wouldn't reply?" I asked when he sat on my desk.

"Well you were not especially nice or rather polite when we first met."

"I said Hi," I shrugged. Duh.

Damilare laughed. "Hi? I've heard words too. Words go round about you," he said twirling his finger in the air.

I rolled my eyes. "Wow. I'm surprised I'm worth the gossip."

"No hard feelings dear. It feels nice to finally proved them wrong."

Getting what he meant, I nodded. "I guess it is. I don't really care about their opinion."

Damilare said nothing but watched me. I raised a brow and he shook his head.

"Dami no dey chyke girl! The literature teacher is in our class," a familiar guy announced.

"I guess it's goodbye prettiest. Ttyl," he said before swaggering away. I didn't think he was bad.

In less than five minutes, Chijioke brought his over cheery self to my desk.

"Dami said you were nice."

"Spent less than two minutes having a thankfully decent conversation and he's off to ruin my reputation," I sighed dramatically.

Chijioke laughed. "So you were nice?"

"You gossiped about me right?"

Chijioke squinted. "You're way too nice for a Monday morning. Did you hit your head somewhere or loose your memory or something on that path?"

"Truth be told I'm surprised too. I hate Mondays." You're trying so hard not to be miserable, my inner self teased wickedly.

"So how is Dami?"

"Good. Nice kid."

"You like him?"

I gagged and gave a disgusted look. "Never."

"Vincent?"

I raised a brow.

"He said the tutor session went well."

I felt my countenance change. He didn't ask.

Vincent didn't ask.

But why would he ask? He would have probably guessed that I would be rude as usual.