Flaws Of An African Girl (COMPLETED/UNEDITED)

CHAPTER 17

"Hey, I have been talking to you. Why are you ignoring me?" The guy keeps bothering me.

Isn't it clear enough that when you don't answer someone, it means you don't want to talk to them or is this guy simply just dumb?

"I just want to be your friend, is that too much to ask from you? Just give me a chance to talk to you please?"

Is it too much to ask for some silence so I can study in peace? Since I came here, about thirty minutes ago, this guy has been pestering my life. I have been trying to send him a message that I want nothing to do with him but he just won't give up.

"Come on, I won't harm you. The last time, this is exactly what you did but this time, I won't go till you talk to me." He says, still standing directly in front of me.

I stand up from the place I am currently sitting in the football field and try to get away since this guy won't give up but he doesn't still let me. I try to move again but he just blocks my way again.

"Please, can you let me go?" I tell him with a scowl on my face. I never knew someone could be this annoying.

"So, you are talking to me now. That's nice at least I get to hear your voice for the first time." He says with a boyish smile that shows the upper set of his teeth.

"Please, I beg of you. I am in no mood to talk to anyone. Please, just let me go" I try again but to no avail.

"Are you ever in the mood to talk? I was even scared that you couldn't talk. The last time you didn't answer me and this time, you still don't want to give me a chance. Is it my face or something?" He says, looking a bit frustrated.

"There is nothing wrong with your face. Just let me go, maybe I just don't want to be your friend" I tell him, hoping he would get angry and let me go.

"Can you really live this life without having friends? The reality of this world is that we are all dependent on each other. We need to socialize to survive. I didn't start it; it has always been like that for generations so you can't stop it too so why not give me a chance? If you still don't want anything to do with me, I promise to let you go" He says so passionately that if I wasn't here, I would think he was acting a stage play.
I look at him, considering the pros and cons of talking to him.
It wouldn't hurt to try, right? At least he would leave me alone.

"Please?" He begs again, this time looking at me right in the eyes.

"Okay" I say with an eye roll. "What do you want from me?"

"Can we at least sit down?" He says.

I sit down back on my former position and keep a straight face.

He sits down beside me with a satisfied smile. I notice that our legs are almost touching so I shift away from him, enough for him to notice. He looks at me weirdly but doesn't make any comment.

"Okay" He releases a breath. "My name is Timini, Timini Johnson"

"Okay" I say, sounding uninterested.

"That's not how it is done. When someone tells you their name, the nice thing to do is to tell them yours too." He says.

"Maybe I don't want to be nice" I say not bothering to look at him to see his reaction.

"I actually expected you to be much more difficult so if you think what you are doing is going to make me run away, you are lying to yourself. So please, tell me your name if you don't want me to find a very horrible nickname for you" He threatens

I huff in annoyance.

"Harida" I say in a quiet rushed out voice.

"What did you say?"