Wednesday, the following day. I sat quite uncomfortably at my chair in the hall waiting for the prefect on duty to finish his speech. I was to go next. Remember I had to apologize to the school for the incident.
That day, at least I had polished my shoes, so NOT me, and I had an ironed shirt (my mother had ironed my uniforms the previous day). Standing from that chair was easier than I had thought, the walk of shame to that podium, way harder. Sticks and stones could break bones but eyes, holy crap; I could feel the pinch right through my skin. They were silently torturing me. At that time I wished I had a magical remote control to fast forward, or rewind, to a better scene of my life. Perhaps the good times with Joan.
The silence was screaming as I began my apology, “Principal, deputy principal, teachers and my fellow students, good morning?” I felt as if I no one replied. However, it was beautiful up there. How the blazers and cardigans blended with the white shirt collars was marvelous. No wonder teachers ever noticed all the students who dozed off down there. At that moment standing there, I locked eyes with Joan. She had shame written all over her face. Then she looked down and I lost it all. The speech I had rehearsed all through prep time was all gone.
“Aagh,” I struggle out of the confusion, “I am Ted, Anyona Ted, form 3 east. I’m here to apologize for the misconduct I was recently involved in. It was such a shame and I hope no one would feature in that scene again.” That was not hard at all. I climb down from the podium as fill the hall.
The first class was Chemistry. I never liked Chemistry, I mean who liked Chemistry? Even the Chemistry teacher didn’t like Chemistry. But what choice did I have?. I sat behind Sophie in class who, by the way, had not talked to me since I returned. And then unexpectedly, she passes a note to me. At least it was pleasing to look at. Written in black glossy ink on a pink sticky note.
I act as if to snub it but I open to read it.
It read, ” hey, am sorry you had to go home because of me, just that you know, I had nothing to do with why I didn’t go home. We’re still friends right? Brother and sister? And for your information Joan really hates us right now and I don’t know what to do. Hearts ”
I turn the note to the other side to reply, and just then Mr. Kilunda calls out at me.
“Anyona!” I cock my head up anxiously.
“Concentration.”
“I’m not in the mood to hear you apologizing in the assembly anytime soon.” He jokes and soon the whole class laughs.
For some reason I wished all these was just an episode of ‘glee’ and soon everyone would burst into song and dance but it was just a wish and we all know what happens to wishes. They even have their own proverb.
I threw the note into my desk and tried to concentrate but this was not to be easy, especially in this class, where Malik and his desk mate Dan were busy chewing papers and throwing them at people and your girlfriend(maybe ex) who now hated you, was crying secretly behind her books. She must have cried all the 2/3 water in her body. Did she even pee?
Anyway, None of that was as distracting. Not if you had not seen what Sam and Cindy were doing.
Cindy’s hand was stretched into Sam’s pants. Her eyes closed probably because her fingers were now wrapped around his cock, and with a big smile of pure naughtiness, Sam looks around the class, just to confirm everyone was watching. He liked it that way. And then showing nothing but pure anticipation, Cindy licks her lips impatiently as if she was going to do it now.
“Yuck,” I squirm.
She wanted it all. To suck him hard and aggressively, up and down, put her hand on top of its head, make him feel protected in her mouth and swallow him down. Kiss the tip then lick him up and down the length. And to experiment the sensation.
But thanks to the bell this was not going to happen not in front of my face. The bell marked the end of the double chemistry lesson but to all other students it felt like Jesus was delivering us again from Satan’s ways and inside we all said “yeees”. Except Sam and Cindy, of course.
I could not sit in class for another lesson and so I decided to walk out. Malik, Jeff, Sam, Dan and Tony walkout first as I soon follow. Shockingly, so does Brian. We stroll towards the washrooms where everyone that skipped class went.
“Yo Sam how was it?” I tease him from the incident earlier and the other guys bubble in humor and Brian for the first time breaks the ice,” Respect brother. You guys can do that in class, men I love mixed schools” and of course he surprises us with that. The fact that he noticed it and how contrary his reaction was from what we all expected was surprising.
“I like this dude,” Dan says complimentary.
And nevertheless we all had to agree with him.
“Have you seen the new girl in form two?” Malik changes the subject.
“Yeah I have,” Jeff jumps in interested, “she has melons”
“Men those titles are big!” Sam exaggerates.
“Let’s take a bet on who would be the first to touch them,” Tony suggests and everyone smiles at the idea except Brian and me.
“Child’s play,” I flush the idea, “she isn’t even cute.”
They all look at me, disappointed, and soon I have to agree to the bet.
The conversation on the bet was just getting interesting when the washroom doors swung open suddenly. Can’t this day get better? It was Waswa, the deputy school captain, the snitch, the spy, just the person I expected. For a moment I wish that at least it could have been the principal rather than this snake.
“All of you to the foyer now!” He commanded just as expected. It was as if those were the only words he knew.
“Today we don’t feel like doing that,” Dan defied jokingly.
“Yeah we aren’t if you have a problem us being here then you should go use the girl’s washrooms because that’s where snitches are,” Malik seconded sounding rude.
I was not ready for any other trouble and so I remained quiet. But keeping quite was not enough to keep me out of trouble, because the next minute we were all kneeling down in the staffroom and beside me was the new kid, Brian, it was his first day, really not fair. Hilarious though.
Lady luck was on our side that day, Mr. Otieno, our teacher of English, was the only one in the staffroom. He was quite more of a student than a teacher since he spent most time laughing and joking with students and so he got a long with all students very well.
He decided to give us a talk rather than a punishment. We pretended to listen and with our ‘yes no’ grunts in response. We knew he believed we listened to his lectures.
Soon we were out of there and looking for that so-called deputy captain to laugh it out on his face how we weren’t punished.
We went back to class pretending nothing had happened to our good sun bask truant.
“Why back so soon?” my desk mate Mike teased. Mike was a charmer to most girls. His tanned skin, dark hair and burning dark eyes was what every girl dreamed of in a guy. Simply put, he was the epitome of male beauty. But nothing good misses flaws of course. He had one problem, one big problem. No he wasn’t g*y if that’s what you think , well i wish he was, because maybe that way all this effort God put in creating him wouldn’t go to waste. The thing is he was the true definition of beauty without brains. He was so dumb. Super dumb. He was a blonde.
“I decided to be serious with my education unlike you” I teased back.
“Ha-ha …ok. And by the way you need to go talk to Joan. She’s really hurt.”
For the first time in sixteen years Mike had said something serious and am just to be clear am sure he was sixteen years. So you can imagine how he meant it.
I walk over to her my fingers knotted and my lips quirk up with half a smile probably the other half too embarrassed to smile.
“Can I talk to you?” I try.
With her red-wet eyes she looks up, rolls her eyes then continues to read ‘R.L Stines Goosebumps: most wanted’ the atmosphere is suddenly arctic and I try again
“Hey, Joan let me explain what happened”
“Explain what? How her lips tasted much better or how your lack of self-control sent you mining into her skirt!” Joan bursts and now almost everyone in the class has her attention.
Too soon. I never expected that. With nothing to counter, I walk back to my desk.
“Thanks for the heads up dude,” I slap it at Mike as soon as I take my seat.
In his defense Mike teases, “Hey, I didn’t say you talk to her now, and more so, I didn’t say which Joan”
I told you, didn’t I? This guy is never serious.
The rest of the day was not interesting at all not after how Joan had flushed me and how slow time seemed to move.
“Krrrrr!”
Games time was here and you could tell by the sudden pushing of desks that everybody was excited. Mostly the sporty kids as for me, my small biceps did not allow me play any sport, at least I would be out of that stuffed class.
Malik and Jeff go for the basketball team training; Sam and Dan go to the soccer meeting leaving me alone with Brian. It’s usually me and Tony but I didn’t know where the hell he was today. This gives me time to I ask him about his grey eye.
“Hey, cousin” Hannah’s voice calls out drawing disappointment all over my face.
I walk away leaving Brian to go and catch up with Cherry and Hannah and on my lonely stroll towards the basketball court I notice the new girl with Tracy sitting on one of the benches around the basketball court. Tracy was a form two; she was who I regarded as my school daughter. This is because I am the one only she opened her closet full of skeletons to and I never judged her for any of them. Both the two were shrouded in their own thoughts like the depths of the Pacific sure enough they had forgotten that they were there together.
“Loner!” I scowl playfully interfering with their thoughts.
“Hey, I am Ted,” I hold my hand out to greet the new girl. A head start on the bet this is!
“Am Phoebe,” She stretches to shake my hand back and as our fingers touch, I feel an odd exhilarating shiver run through me. She withdraws her hand hastily embarrassed, she had felt it to. It was static.
“Daughter?” I turn to greet Tracy.
“You! You left me alone for two weeks. Who was supposed to be my dad and take care of me?” Tracy starts with a nag.
“Sorry, but now I’m here. Tell me who!,” I gaze innocently at her smiling. She frowns then decides to tell me.
As Tracy starts with the catch up, for some reason I look up at her new friend and suddenly I am locked. I get lost in Phoebe’s dark brown eyes and forget what Tracy is narrating. She stares back, my earlier judgment that she wasn’t attractive was wrong. We speak absolutely nothing but our eyes say a lot. She blinks rapidly and I am sure this leaves her with a quivering mass of raging female hormones. Allowing me to control her thoughts, I feel our bodies burning slowly with passionate desire. I take down her clothes slowly starting with the blazer then the shirt and then every piece of cloth she had on that body. I feel her skin pierce softly throw mine, her large boobs generating a warm feeling that directed blood from my brain to down under. I am aroused. “Just move closer to me girl, just a little,” a dark base of my subconscious whispers seductively as I edge a little closer to her.
“Can you believe that Ted? He really broke up with me,” Tracy ended her narration, which I heard nothing at all, making me dismiss all that ridiculous silly thought I was having of her new friend.
“What! He broke up with you?” I squeak trying to fit back to the conversation.
“Yes. Anyway, let us head to the dorms we’ll talk later.” As they leave I could still feel the fire burning from my wild fantasy.
If there is love at first sight, then be sure there is love at second sight. I had already fallen for her. And I had fallen hard.
My scalp prickles at that idea and I hug myself with silent glee entertaining the possibility that I had really fallen for Phoebe.
