The Unexpected

Chapter 1

(Haven't been re-edited or proofread, so hear with me)

"Where are you Omor?" I spoke, I was on the phone with my childhood friend who is a close friend of mine. I am supposed to meet up with her at the Make-up artist's shop.
"I'm at the junction, can you see me?" She asks, but I don't see her.
  After about 2 minutes of  going down the wrong road and then finally getting the right road, I finally saw her. She looked beautiful, sweet and cute at the same time.
"You look good, you're putting on weight and I love it," I say to her as I hug her and then we chat as we walk to the shop.
  The Make-up artist wasn't at the shop yet so we stood outside and chatted while absorbing all the stares. It seemed to happen a lot when we're together. Somebody once said it's because we're both beautiful but like on 2 different spectrum, where Omor dress to be cute and adorable and gives up a friendly vibe, I dressed classy with a tinge of sexiness and give up a friendly but I can beat your ass vibe. At this point we've gotten used to it.
  I'm graduating from my Uni today. After 4 years of struggle and fun experiences, I was done with school and looking forward to my adult life. Finally the Make-up artist showed up and she started my Make-up, afterwards I put on my clothes and accessories. I was ready and quite late but my dad was stuck in traffic and I couldn't wait any longer for him to pick me up, so Omor called her boyfriend Aiden to come pick us up. This was the first time I and Aiden were meeting even though I had heard a lot about him. He was quite calm, I guess he was shy, they dropped me off at my school and then Omor went off with him to go hangout before I'll be done with the valedictory speech and whatnot. I saw a lot of my friends and my male best friend Tariah, but my best friend, Adomale, was nowhere to be found, that girl can't even keep to time to save her life, so it was expected that she'll be late. Eventually my dad texted me that he was in the hall and I went over to see him, I loved the look of pride on his face when he saw my grade in the year book that was passed around. After the time in the hall, the main graduation party started, which was done within the school compound and then eventually it was getting dark, parents started to go home. I and my friends retired to the hotel room we booked and started preparing for the night.
  Finally our ride came and we proceeded to the club, we had a really fun time and created memories and got emotional because this was probably gonna be the last time we'll all be in the same space.

  I spent the months after graduation working at my dad's firm, learning from him while applying to schools outside the country for my masters, I received a bunch of replies from the schools offering me admission and then my dad decides that I should go for the compulsory one year service program (NYSC- National Youth Service Corps). My plan; finish Uni, pass my ICAN examination, go to UK for my masters, pass ACCA, get a job and get my citizenship) was rescheduled and I wasn't pleased about it but I saw his point. And so I made a new plan; (finish Uni ✅, pass my ICAN examination while undergoing NYSC, go for masters and get my ACCA qualification, get a job afterwards and get my citizenship). I am a meticulous person, everything has to be planned or I'll loose myself and get nothing done.
  I was supposed to do my NYSC in Abuja, that was the plan originally, my Call-up letter was supposed to come with Abuja but imagine my surprise when I see I've been posted to Adamawa, I was posted to the north and had to camp there, there was no way I was gonna spend two days on the road to the state, so my dad booked a flight for me, but I had to fly to Abuja first and then to Yola, the capital of Adamawa. As usual I made friends fast and really enjoyed my stay there, it was wonderful, I met a guy, Sirius, he was fun, sweet, a real gentleman, we bonded for the 3 weeks were in camp and then I relocated to Osun and distance brought the inevitable and we drifted apart. I didn't want Osun because it was not really developed and the capital city was backwards asf. I was annoyed and pissed but on getting here it all changed.
  When I saw I had been relocated to Osun it wasn't funny, I was pissed but then I just didn't care and my dad assured me that I just had to go there for 3 months and I'll be relocated again and so I went. I had a cousin who was currently serving there, it was fine, I loved that I had someone I knew there. I planned to stay with her for a while until I got my own place. On getting to Osogbo, which is the capital of Osun, I hated the place more and on reaching my cousin's place I detested the whole idea of staying in Osun. She was living in a Church family house, basically a house set up by a church to accommodate Corpers. The place was sub standard, beds were on the ground, had to share a bathroom and toilet, the house looked like a refurbished mud house, they had a bed bug infestation, it was just a lot for me. But in my relating with the other housemates, I realized that I actually enjoyed the company. Among the housemates there was guy, Adonis, on the first day we had started relating really well and harmlessly flirting with each other, he wasn't my ideal type, my Exs were usually really tall over 5'9 and my favorite Ex, David was 6'4. While I and Adonis flirted I had him know that I wasn't looking for anything serious but he kept pursuing and I guess I fell for his charms, he brought out a side of me I didn't realize anyone could get to. I did tell him I was difficult to love and even though he complained when I was being difficult he stuck around. We grew to love each other and after 3 months of him asking me to be his girlfriend, I accepted. Eventually, I stopped looking to move out. I didn't realize I could get so comfortable with someone, I felt no judgement from him when I told him stuff I hadn't told anybody else and so on. And then eventually he finished his service year and I was thrust into the struggles of a long distance relationships. There were other guys who came around during the distance relationship, I harmlessly flirted but never thought about leaving him but I knew it was inevitable.
  I got my ICAN qualification and by the end of my service which was in July, I had finalized my admission and visa and was just preparing to move. After my service year, we created lots of memories together and then weeks before I traveled to resume school, we broke up. It was a mutual breakup. I made him understand that not doing it now would only elongate the breakup and could make it messier, which he understood.
  I always questioned my sanity because I knew how to program my brain to detach from people no matter how the bond was, it'll be like I never knew you until occasionally I would think about the person and reminisce, it was like looking through old albums in my head and when I'm done I close it and put it back and I prepared him for that, so he'll know that it wasn't like I hated him or was just being a snob, it was just how I coped with the thought of loosing him and I compartmentalize a lot. So he got it.

  Right now, I'm on my business flight to the UK, London to be specific, to begin my masters program. I couldn't be more excited.