The Quest

It's not like I fancy the kid

I'm already in love with this story. No one understands how much I enjoy writing it.

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Lesson 2: You're playing a dangerous game when you mess with two best friends.

I saw him everywhere. In the library, in the common room, in random classrooms, when I was taking a bite into my southern fried chicken wrap, everywhere. And if I didn't see him I would hear about him, in the toilets, in the canteen, on the fields, his name was on everyone's lips. "Korede is so sexy", "Korede's sick at football", "Santana gave Korede head", "Korede's swag is too hard", "I spoke to Korede the other day. Lemme not tarrk too much", "Korede makes me want to become his personal stripper." It wasn't until I started paying attention to Korede that I noticed how much everyone seemed to be intrigued by that boy and his squad. Korede wasn't the main boy in his squad yet his name seemed to end up on everyone's lips. At first I thought it was because of his scandalous antics but I realised people seemed to be so concerned about this basic (ok that's a lie) boy. So it wasn't suprising when Korede came dancing through my mind. It's understandable. I've come to the conclusion that none of you guys can judge me. Everyone speaks about him like how Kanye speaks about himself. So of course I would start thinking about him when everyone around me is speaking about him. It was only logical. Don't worry. I don't fancy the kid.

I was late today. My philosophy lesson had started at 11:00 but little old me was rolling in at 11:42. What can I say, my left eyebrow wasn't trying to be fleeky. I walked into reception and walked straight past the receptionist who was questioning me. Relax fam, you're not the police.

I proceeded to climb up the stairs to the third floor where the devil had placed my classroom, the fact that my class was right at the end of the long corridor made matters worse. I was in the  middle of the second set of stairs walking and living life gently, when two little secondary school boys breezed past me nearly knocking me over. Luckily I caught myself but I wasn't as fortunate when the third little boy ran straight into me with a teacher hot on his tail. He got up and ran down the stairs with the teacher stepping over me and chasing after him. No apologies like a straight savage.

"Arrr shit. You alright baby girl." I heard a deep voice say. I rolled my eyes. Kill me now. I might as well just stay on the floor and play dead. Why Lord why is this boy everywhere? It's like he just pops up out of nowhere, I see him everywhere, in school, on road. Damn it I don't want to see him, not in school, not even on my pretty day (I wouldnt actually mind) and now he had just witnessed me being catapulted down the stairs like a discarded rag doll.

Realising he was still awaiting an answer, I moved my pinky finger signalling I was alive. Dramatic? I know.

"I think so. My leg is killing me." I said knowing damn well I barely had a scratch.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and immediately I was engulfed by the manly scent of Paco Rabanne one million. I wanted to melt. He smelt heavenly. He picked me up bridal style, being extra gentle with my legs.

"Are you sure you're okay? If you want I can take you to your lesson? Where you going?"

Unable to formulate a sentence (mainly because I was seeing his face upclose and I was blinded by his beauty and intoxicated by his scent) I meekly replied "Philosophy."

He nodded in approval "So you're smart and beautiful." He said smiling.

I couldn't help but smile. I can't lie, that was cute.

"Ohhh so I finally got the rude girl to smile." He said as he started walking up the long flight of stairs.

I giggled like a school girl. I'm cringing at the memory. "Psshh I'm not rude, I'm the nicest person you'll ever meet."