The Diary Of A Bloody Fresher.

Chapter Twelve: 'At Least It's Not Your Nudes They Posted.'

My first and only class today is by 11 am. God, I love Wednesdays! I'm arriving in class at 10:40 am. As usual I settle at the back while Mary and Chioma sit somewhere around the middle. The class is still quite scanty.

'Mommy!'
I look at the end of the row I'm sitted at, and it's Andrew. And he's actually calling out to me. His friends begin to laugh scornfully. I wonder what that could be about.

'You guys na. Haba!' That came from Ayo, my friend and course mate. He gets up from his seat behind Andrew and his guys and comes to sit beside me.

'How are you?'

'I'm fine.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes.'
At this point, people are looking back at us. And I realize people have actually been staring since I walked in. But I just greeted all those who had their gazes on me when I was walking in. Didn't read into it. But now, these stares are awkward.

'You seem confused.'

'I AM confused. Hope nothing is wrong.'

Ayo looks at the guys and gives some kind of sign language, then he looks back at me, with a really serious face.

'Erm...
He sighs. He then brings out his phone and opens up a site and puts it in my front. There and then I see the headline on StatsBlog.
"Pregnant?! 100 Level Law student throws up at party."

I quickly grab the phone from his hand and scroll through the page. Right under the headline is a picture of me kneeling in front of the WC at Light's home, of course, its my back view. And under that picture is a proper picture of me, one of my Instagram posts actually.

I read the whole story they've put up. Sure enough, my name is mentioned and they go on about how I wasn't looking sick at the party. These devil's apprentices don't even know how sick I felt in my stomach. They say I suddenly puked even without being sick, so they can't tell if it's a pregnancy or I ate something bad. Well, I'm not pregnant and I didn't exactly eat something bad, I OVERATE. At least they couldn't find anything meaningful to cook up about me. But the really sad thing is Chris got dragged into this. They added that Chris asked me out on a date and even ended the post with "Is our beloved Chris Ola about to date a pregnant girl? Let's hope not. ". This entire post is just stupid. These StatsBlog guys should go ask professional bloggers how it's done.

'Sorry.' Ayo says. 'But you're not pregnant, right?'

'Of course I'm not.' I blurt out.

'You'll be fine.'

I don't even know how to react. To say I am annoyed would be the understatement of the century.

At this point some of the friends I've made among my course mates are already in class and come to meet me. Mary and Chioma come to sit beside me too, they're just finding out like I am. All those around me are either asking questions or offering sympathy. But mostly they're just telling me it's a stupid post that should have no consequences.

All through class I can barely pay attention. I open StatsBlog on my phone and keep staring at my picture. I don't even know why, but I take a screenshot of the page.

Who could have taken the picture? The only people there with me were my guys, Omotola and the making-out couple. Of course it's the couple, either the guy or the girl. Well at least I know what they look like, I will take out my anger on them when I can.

Now, how did they know Chris asked me out on a date? Definitely that girl taking water from the fridge who heard our conversation.

This post is definitely Favour's handiwork. She gave this story to StatsBlog. I do not even want to think twice about it. She threatened me two nights ago, when she just finished bragging about dealing with someone and I challenged her. So, somehow, Favour knows either the guy or the girl I met in the room. And she also knows the "fridge girl". Who knows, she's probably one of the StatsBloggers.