Little Do You Know

5. A PROJECT DATE.

Alex had entered.

I was too shocked for words. My body stiffened, and my mind raced to make sense of what just happened.

When I finally regained my calmness, I pushed him away, my voice shaking with outrage.

"What is the meaning of this nonsense? Are you crazy? Is something wrong with your head?"

Alex took a step back, rubbing his arm where I'd shoved him. "It's just a forehead peck, why are you—"

I jabbed a finger at him before he could finish. "You're a pervert! 'Just a forehead peck,' you say? Nonsense!"

He folded his arms across his chest, his brows creased. "Enny mustn't hear about this."

The audacity!

I scoffed, narrowing my eyes. "Oh? So that you can go around kissing more people?"

His expression changed instantly. "No, please, I really love Enny. Please don't tell her, I'll do anything you want. I beg you in God's name, Jumoke."

I folded my arms, tapping my foot against the tiled floor. "She must not know, abi? So why did you do it in the first place, ehn? Tell me, why?"

I hissed and stormed out, leaving him standing there looking like a guilty child caught stealing meat from the pot.

.......
The ENT Hall was already bustling with students by the time I walked in. The lecture hall had that usual scent—a mixture of old wooden desks, perfumed bodies, and the faint smell of meat pie from the canteen nearby. Students were scattered in small groups—some flipping through textbooks, others chatting loudly about the latest campus gossip.

A few people had already settled in their seats, their attention divided between their notes and the lecturer's scribbled formulas on the whiteboard.

My eyes scanned the hall, searching for him.

And then I found him.

Alex sat at the back row, his head slightly bent as he jotted something down. His fingers gripped the pen loosely, moving in smooth, effortless strokes. Even in such a simple action, he still looked like someone straight out of a movie scene.

I walked straight up to him and sat on the seat facing him.

"Good morning," I muttered.

"Yeah, morning." His reply was flat, and he didn't even glance up.

I cleared my throat. "We'll use a little time here, so you can go back to your—"

"He's not my boyfriend!" My voice came out sharper than I intended.

Alex finally lifted his gaze, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. "You shouldn't be denying someone you love, but it's fine. Let's choose an organism for the project."

I wanted to scream in his face that Sam wasn't my boyfriend. I wanted to look him dead in the eye and tell him, 'You're the one I like'—but I couldn't.

I just sat there, staring helplessly at him.

I flipped open my textbook, pretending to be fully invested in the chapter on living organisms. "What organism do you suggest?"

Alex leaned back in his seat. "We need to choose one that isn't common. Most people will go for dogs, cats, or ants. I don't like doing the same thing as everyone else."

As he spoke, I caught myself staring at his lips. One moment, he was biting them, the next, he was sucking on them slightly—like some kind of habit.

Did he do it deliberately?