IN LOVE WITH AMADIOHA

Chapter two

"The fear of the unknown is only the beginning of insanity",
Chinedu Itesi

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I set out to continue writing my note. Amaka and Sophia have recoiled to the end of the room to continue their discussion. They are both blushing seriously.
I take one last look at them and smile.

This was so like them.
The girls who would wet their pants because of handsome boys this moment and would be slapping the cuteness out of them the next.

It had to be them, my friends, my Bff's.

Sophia and I had met Amaka in our first year at the school gate.
She was new and so were we, but something drew us together.
We all wore glasses, and we had coincidentally fitted our glasses at the same time.

I remember the introductions.
Sophia had declared being savage as fuck. Amaka was the observant type, while I was the bookworm.
All I just wanted was to read, only read.
But now, it seemed and felt like the fates had other motives for my coming into the world.

"Ziterem!, stay there and be fantasising in silence oh! ". Sophia noticed and it made me blush. 

"What's up? ", I inquired.

"I'm going to see the new dude with Amaka", declared Sophia.

"Alright then", I whispered but they were already gone.

I close my note and head towards the door to close and lock it properly but in the process, I hear a knock on the door.

"Who's that? "

"Open up and see".

That sure did sound masculine and whoever it was behind was going to pay for being rudely obnoxious.

I open the door and see nobody there.
I could have sworn that someone knocked. This just doesn't feel right.

I lock the door and turn back to my seat.
I almost run crazy as I make out a figure on my seat!
He has blue and brown eyes.

"Sorry, but I'm not used to taking the door", the figure declares. "Do not be scared, I won't let nothing hurt you, so long as Christian has claimed you".

I am certified nuts right now.
Who was this being?
And how the hell had he gotten inside my room.

He gestures to the door, "speak of the devil and he appears".

Immediately, I hear an authoritative knock on my door, and glance to the door and back.
The figure is nowhere to be found.
The only thing on my desk is a note.

"I am David, nice meeting you".

The knock comes again.

"I'm coming! "

Whoever was there seemed like they could use a patience management class.

I open up and see Mr handsome at my door.

"Hi, I'm Christian", he says and offers me his hand.