I found myself laughing hard at that, I mumbled in my laughter and licked away my lips before putting on my best smile, I pushed back some of the hair that fell on my forehead before squinting back at my sister, "dating?" I repeated what she said.
"I never thought of that. But you have a point."
I smiled some more, before I watched her huffed out air. I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before making my way out of the kitchen. I don't even have time to eat anymore. I've lost my appetite. Just wanna be in school. I looked round the living lounge and didn't see any sign of mom. "Tell mom i'm off." I shouted to my sister before zooming off to school, where I needed to be at the moment.
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After arriving school I knew i didn't have to be in class, since I had no any class this morning. So I just waited in my car in the parking lot.
I was hardly two minutes around when some weird girl knocked on my car door. I lowered the class when I overheard her say, "my friend wants to talk to you. That's if you don't mind."
I scrutinized her. I never wanted to even reply back, but then I pitied her lonely soul. So I flatly dropped what's on my mind. "Course I do mind." I said, before winding up my glass and increasing the volume of my music. I knew she must be a new student. All these kids starting Edinburgh from uni. Because all the gang we started this school with right from freshman knew who I am, and knew as hell not to mess with me.
I don't like people to be honest. And wanting to be called nice or fake-acting nice isn't like me. I'm plainly me. People call me yokelish but I don't care. I hate being nice to anyone I hate being nice to. I don't even wants people to talk to me, unless closed ones. And sure as hell apart from my family only Camilla is close to me in this school. And there can't be anymore soul.
I was sitting in my car when I got tired and got out of it to have some fresh air when a weird guy dressed so awfully sprung towards me. I had to let out an exasperated sigh.
I wasn't in the mood to talk. "Hi." The guy said showing me his hands.
I looked at him from head to toe and didn't as much as brought out my hands. After all why shaking hands with him? I don't feel like it. And I can't fake doing that.
I watched as he turned his hands in to a fist bump before slowly pressing it on his thighs and dampening it.
"How are you?" He tried asking. I raised my brows at him. He thought I have all day? Who is he for God sake?
I shook my head before rolling my eyes. Did he see that? I hoped so. I wanted him to know he was suffocating me because I think he's smelling awfully.
"You don't expect me to answer that right?" I finally said with a smirk.
"Alright, I was wondering if you could please... I think....the thing is I've heard...." He kept stuttering and couldn't even talk. I gulped down some saliva before removing my hands from my off white jeans pockets and folding them across my chest. Again I raised a brow at him.
"I mean Adams...I .....I ....I"
I've realised he was trying to explain things. But I don't get why he was stuttering. I'm not his teacher that I'll be patient enough to hear all his stutters. To be honest, I don't have all day. Five seconds more and I'll make sure I get back in my car. It's more peaceful in there.
"I've... heard...great things ...about you. That...you're..."
Arghhh! Stuttering stilllll!!!! I don't have all day. Why can't he just talk normally?
I finally released a sigh. "Look number one: You freaking smell awful. Number two: You're freaking wasting my time. So, chase to the game kiddo! I don't have all day!" I said and rubbed away my upper lips calmly when I was done.
The guy's eyes began welling up. Why though? Why does people hates the truth. He had been suffocating my air and wasting my time. His perfume smells awfully awful. Why trynna cry when all I did was pointing out the truth?
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask if you could help me with chemistry. I've heard you're the only one great at it."
I squinted my eyes at him before I finally nodded. "Alright, talk to me about it when you see me next time. Just make sure to smell nice okay?" I said and gave his nose a friendly twist.
He quickly thanked me before darting off. Poor soul I saw the tears dropping down. But it will be better telling him the truth. I didn't do anything wrong. Even if I do, I love wrong and mean. And I've been trying to be one for quite a while.
I got back in my car and that's when I received Camilla's text, she said she won't be coming to school that she wasn't feeling so right.
This Camilla with a name that sounds like a boy's is my only female friend in this school, literally the only friend I have. I used to have some friends before I met her five years back. But, then after meeting her I left them and kinda stopped talking to them, was never a fan of huge circle after all.
The moment she said she was sick there was a constant feeling in me to ask how serious it was.
"Have you read catching fire this morning?" I asked her. I heard her trying to stifle in a laugh. "Well, I read it while I was trying to get something to get me carried away. Since you know i'm sick."
I've heard how she laid much emphasis on her last sentence! She always does that if she's not telling the truth!
"Enjoy playing truant Camilla!"

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