The Final Year (PROJECT 2.0)

Rumours

I watch her enter the dining hall, looking radiant like the morning sun. Her skin glowed, shiny, almost luminous. It was not what i was expecting.

From the crazy rumours i have heard all morning till late afternoon, her walking into this place with a skip in her steps like she had no problem in the world was definitely not what i was expecting.

I don't listen to rumors cause i find them faux and stupid but when her name was mentioned my ears couldn't help but perk up at the ridiculous news.

...she kept throwing up....

...you need to see the way she ran out of class....

...she threw up eight times...

....maybe she is pregnant...

I felt like bashing the girl's head against her locker, the particular girl who said that one.

Pregnancy ko... Ovulation ni...

The funny and the most annoying thing was that it was girls like her that were spreading these rumours. I don't know the kind of joy they seek in pulling their fellow specie down.

My eyes unconsciously followed her every move like always, watching her collect her food before heading to her table where her strange friend was sat.

She acts oblivious to the looks and whispers that were thrown her way. People need to stop doing that.

"I thought you said she was pale" i accused Faramade. He was in the midst of tearing into his fried beef when he gave me a confused look.

"I swear she looked dehydrated in the morning" he defended before tearing into the meat, munching it loudly.

This was his third plate of rice and beans and i can't help but wonder if he was high again. He needs to stop doing this in school or he might get in big trouble, he also needs to get his shit together.

We are all going through something too...

His home life is tough as hell but he should forget about them while in school or it might affect him.

I watched his red eyeballs shine with so much extremity, i gave Banks a knowing look before staring at her again.

Like a surveillance camera.....

This is getting out of hand. The girl has my mumu button and she doesn't even know it.

"Pele... " i snatch my eyes away from her smiling frame, trying to deduce who Theresa was talking to, the smile fell from my face when i found her eyes zeroed on me with a smirk on her lips.

"What?"

"You have been staring and smiling at her for the past ten minutes"

"I was not!" i fired hotly at her smug face.

Ten minutes?... That is a lie. It was definitely three seconds. My eyes shifts to her table again causing Banks and Theresa to stifle their laughter, Evans shook his head while Faramade look lost in his own world.

"I told you he was whipped" Bankole whispered to Theresa who nodded, it was like they had been talking about me.

I scoff going back to my food, giving her table a glance hoping she will look at this place.

"So coach called me to his office today" Evans started all of a sudden "we are having a friendly match with a school very soon. He told me he would communicate with us on the date and practice"

"Which school?" Bankole asked.

"Hmm... Ivy League.... Yes. Ivy League Academy" he said nodding his head in confirmation.