That Incident

TWO

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𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘈 𝘋𝘙𝘜𝘎 𝘈𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘛

"Jesus Christ!"

Bukola said out loudly when we walked into the classroom. She had shouted like she heard an ugly news of someone kicking the bucket. Her hands folded. Her eyes widen. Frozen. Rooted to the spot.

Didn't she go to church or didn't her parents teach her that you shouldn't call the lord's name in vain.

I ignored the cold stares and the muttering in the class as I made my way to my desk. There was this guy with curly jet black hair sitting in my space. I couldn't see his face properly cause he was facing some stuff he was scribbling.

"Um....excuse me. You are sitting in my space." I said in almost a whisper.

He made no movement but was still engrossed in his work.

"Triton, you're in my bestie's space." Alisha said tapping his shoulder lightly.

Dropping his pen, he looked up at me. My breathing quickened. I could feel my skin tingle. Every part of me goes on a pause while my thoughts tried to catch up. He's blue-eyed. They were gorgeous. I'm sorry if gorgeous isn't a great way to describe his eyes but...I couldn't help it.

It was extremely rare to see a black boy with a set of blue eyes. The icy blue eyes staring fixedly at me.

Triton. A name that seemed to go perfectly with those blue eyes. Triton meant sea god in Greek. My online Greek mythology lessons were paying off after all.

"Oh....sorry." He apologised with a faint smile but his dimples were clearly visible.

This should be the transfer student Alisha was talking of. She didn't tell me he was blue-eyed. Such an important piece of information. Alisha is a fool at times. She only talked of how handsome he was and how some people thought he looked like a sorcerer sent to a Nigerian school to learn.

Speaking of handsome, he was a dark skinned beauty.

"Aubree, what happened to your beautiful hair? Are you mourning or did you survive cancer?" Bukola scurried her way to me while I settled down.

"You really are so stupid." Alisha said in annoyance and they went on prattling which was getting annoying already.

My hands vibrated. My legs trembled terribly. I needed to calm down. My brain flashbacked to that night where they were arguing about something while I sat on the cold floor in a really dark room. Of how I could only plead with them to let me go and how they shut me up.

My cheeks glistened with tears.

"Shut up!" I burst out holding my head. It needed to stop. Everything was happened in a flash. I stormed out the class to the girl's bathroom. Alisha ran after me. Beads of perspiration covered my face.

I needed my pills. Those pills were the only thing that could calm me.

Finally. I thought when I pulled out the pills from the pocket of my blazers with hands that trembled badly.

I did not only become a sad hairless girl but I became a sad, hairless and a person whose life was kept in control by drugs. More like a drug addict.

A drug addict who couldn't live a day without her drugs.

"Are you okay?"