Un-Clinically Diagnosed (Adeyemi Is Mad)

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Maybe Amaka shouldn't have told Adeyemi that he was mad to his face. Although it didn't seem to phase him one bit, it was basic decency not to do so.

Here's how it happened;

"So what do you know about me?" Adeyemi asked as soon as they were outside the classroom.

"That's awfully narc of you to ask."

"I know," he looked down at her, his hand still slung around her shoulder like they were very good friends. She carefully maneuvered out of that position. Since that quarter minute they walked to that clinic, Amaka and Adeyemi had had no interaction whatsoever. He carried on like he didn't know her and she pointedly tried to move in the opposite direction whenever she saw him nearby. "I'm continuing our conversation from Monday so it can lead into another one. Talk."

That embarassing thing she pointed out had come back to bite her in the butt. Well, since he asked for it. . .

"That you're mean and violent," she began to list.

"Disputable, I like to think I'm not. But try again," he chuckled good-naturedly.

"You broke someone's head with a louver when you were in Ss1," she continued.

Adeyemi scrunched his mouth to the side as he thought, "I did do that but it wasn't Femi's head that broke, it was just the louver."

"Do you wish it was his head that broke?" She asked, slowly, peering at him with carefully narrowed eyes. She had paused in her tracks to convey how serious she was with her question.

"Louvers cost more so yes." He shrugged. "Now, try again."

Amaka, once more was surprised with how insane it was that he was admitting that so casually. She had heard a couple other stuff about him but she just decided to skip to the most formidable.

"I heard you act mad."

Adeyemi turned back towards her and gestured with his head for her to continue forward.

"Mad can mean a lot of things. Angry, crazy and very good."

Why isn't he denying it though? Amaka wondered to herself and the realization of something dreadful settled in the pit of her stomach. She began to do as he instructed immediately.

"Ah, why did you rush so quickly? Are you scared?" He asked, reaching out to stop Amaka from bumping into somebody. When she didn't say anything he continued. "Since all you've heard about me has painted the picture of a narcissistic, self-conceited, violent madman, I'll answer the question myself."

Amaka wanted to say she didn't think of him as all those but that would be a lie. Deep down she did think of all those. "I'll have you know I'm the social prefect." She knew that." I help organize events and I perform during them. Mostly, I dance because it's one of the few things I like to do and I want you to dance with me next two months, on the interhouse day."

"What?" She held back the urge to eye him and walk away but she didn't lest he picked up a stone and crushed her to death with it. She could not, however, keep the irritation in her voice at bay. Who told him she would like to dance with him, or dance at all, in front of the whole school?  "When did you decide that?"

"Just now."

"And when did you decide to ask me that?"

"Just now."

Amaka sighed, all her energy leaving her at once. "Adeyemi, I can not dance, like at all. So sorry, find somebody else to do it."

"Wait weren't you just teaching Crystal how to?" Adeyemi grabbed her bicep she turned to leave, preventing her from taking another step. A very obvious look of fear crossed her face, when she realized he wasn't doing anything to intentionally hurt her, her perturbed face relaxed slightly.

He dropped her hand like it was burning hot. "Don't bother answering." He gritted out and this time he was the one turning away. Something stopped him, though, and he looked back at her to supply a minor detail concerning himself which, whoever that made him akin to a murderer in her head must have missed. "I'd like you to know I don't hit girls. Ever. So think about what I said and I'll explain in detail next week."

There was that accent change again. Maybe he grew up overseas. She was still dwelling on the probability of him being raised outside the country that she didn't fully register what he said. "Wait I never agreed to. . ." She stopped as she realized it was useless. He was too far away to hear the end of her sentence so she mumbled it to herself. "Talk about it next week."

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Amaka's funny asl, he's literally trying to defend himself from being tagged as a female beater and she's wondering if he grew up overseas😭