Little Do You Know

10: 2ND PROJECT DATE

It's not his kind of thing ke? Why did he come in the first place? These questions filled my head.
I had just settled into a comfortable spot, stuffing my face with small chops, when I heard the most unwelcome voice.

"Hey, girl."

Oh, Lord. Not now.

I slowly looked up to see Kayode grinning at me like he had just won the lottery.

"Hi," I replied flatly, shoving another puff-puff into my mouth. Maybe if I kept eating, he'd get the hint and leave.

"You look tired already, and we've barely started."

Nobody asked, sir.

"Nah, just bored," I muttered, wiping my hands. "Where's Enny?"

"She's with her mom, I guess." He replied

"Oh, let me go and join..."

"Wait, I—"

"Goodbye, Kay."

I didn't even let him finish before I got up and walked away. I could still hear him chuckling behind me.

This boy and his wahala.

The party was going well when the door flung open dramatically.

Kemi, our third friend entered—And oh, she came to make a statement.

She was wearing a neon-green cropped top that could blind a person, paired with ripped jeans that had more holes than fabric. Her heels were at least six inches tall, and her face was beat to perfection, lips shimmering like she had dipped them in honey.

If "NOTICE ME OR DIE" was an outfit, Kemi was wearing it.

"Kemi Kemo, what in the Lagos fashion week is this?" I asked, raising a brow.

She flipped her braids over her shoulder. "It's called dressing to be seen, Jumjum."

Seen? She could probably be spotted from space.

We burst into laughter.

"Kemi Kemo, long time!" I grinned, pulling her into a side hug.

"JumJumJummmm!" she replied, dragging my name like an old generator struggling to start. That was her signature greeting whenever she was in a good mood.

"Where have you been?" Enny asked, folding her arms. "You've been missing in action!"

Kemi rolled her eyes dramatically. "It's my department o! They want to kill me with stress. I can't even breathe. Projects, assignments, unending deadlines—I'm practically suffering!"

"Aww, poor baby," I teased. "Meanwhile, you've missed gist!"

She gasped, eyes widening. "Gist? Give me!"

Enny and I exchanged mischievous glances.

"First of all," I began, "remember Alex—Fine Boy, Mr. Mysterious?"

"The one everyone including you have been crushing on?"

"Exactly! He even came for the party but he has left."

Kemi clutched her chest like she had just heard breaking news. "Are you joking?! You mean the Alex that doesn't attend parties?!"

"I swear! And that's not all," Enny added. "He even talked to Jummy. Not once. Not twice. Like, actual conversation!"

Kemi's mouth fell open. "Jumoke, and you didn't call me?! You're a wicked friend!"

"I was in shock myself!" I defended. "But abeg, gist us about your department wahala first, then I'll tell you everything in detail."