Anashé
"Mr Camonel, the AC in Room 02 is not working and I cannot work under such conditions," I lamented," the students are baking in there!"
Mr Camonel turned around in his spin chair and smiled at me. His chubby cheeks glossed the fluorescent lights above in the Department of Language, Linguistics and Philosophy. He was the best Secretary in this office, but right now my issues aren't administrative, they are technical. His bushy brows raised as he stood to his feet. He was a plump man, very friendly and took very little seriously. "Miss Nichols, you're going to have to make this report to the Faculty Office, because we can't help you here."
What?
As I opened the Faculty Office's door I am greeting by a friendly smile and a good afternoon greeting from Samantha, objectively a very good secretary as well. She was helpful, and kind...but generally after lunch, you could always tell she was fighting sleep. More while mi sorry fi ar. She was the complexion of... butterscotch? With natural hair and slightly on the plumper side. Her eyes were big, with brown irises. She looked like a mixed Indian...and again, the lady always friendly.
"What can I do for you Miss Nichols?" She sang.
I sighed, "Sam, the AC in room 02–"
"Oh yes, we've gotten the report, we jus' waiting on some quotes from the contractor."She smiled, apologetically, "Jus' give us some time and in the meantime, open up the windows."
Jah, Jah. Mi need fi go bathe at sea caaz this can't be real.
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"Class, I know it is hot, but can we try and focus?" I groaned as they all used various things to fan themselves, "Rickay, name the four main types of research."
She looked over at me confusedly,
"Uhm, Miss, qualitative and quantitative?"
"Well, no–"
"Descriptive, correlational, causal-comparative/quasi-experimental, and experimental Research." Malikai's voice echoed from the back of the class. I looked over to see him, seated in the right corner of the class in a grey V-neck and a pair of ripped jeans. His abnormally white teeth glistened at me as he ran his hands through his low curls. Wait...when did he get in here?
Wait...he was at class?
Wait...he knew the answer?
A wah dis?
"That's uh—correct Mr Evans, good." I nodded moving to the next slide of my PowerPoint. Miss five weeks and now you wanna be present? What was he playing at?
Focus, girl... yuh nuh get pay fi worry bout little boys and their issues.
The class was going smoothly, with the exception of this rass heat!
I'd turned around to explain something I'd written on the whiteboard and I noticed Malikai staring at me. And I mean...staring intensely. It was...uncomfortable. He sat with his arms crossed and his body almost in a lying position on the seat. At first glance, he might have looked like him very much into the lesson. But the staring only made the heat in here... feel like hell. I dabbed at the sweat on my forehead and caught my hair into a ponytail. I went back to my seat and tried to avoid eye contact with him.
"Class, go ahead and take these last ten minutes to discuss in your groups the type of research you'd like to conduct for your final paper." Yes, now I can step outside!
Walking out, I made sure my heels met the ground steadily, I felt nervous for some reason...maybe because you know he's watching you!
If mi drop right now, I'd never live that embarrassment down. I got outside and took a deep breath as I braced my back against the wall by the door. In deh hot man! And to make it worse, him staring at me was getting to me, too! Why was he doing that?
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The UWI Lecturer & The Politician's Son
Dragoste"No secret ever stays a secret, Malikai." I breathed. "We've never tried keeping one just between us, so how will we know we wouldn't do a better job than those before us?" He smirked. Their meeting in her classroom was the beginning of a whirlwind...
