Did I mention I was petty?
Well kissing another guy to get one's boyfriend jealous was the most petty thing one could do in a game like spin the bottle, but I did it anyway and I wasn't apologetic about it. Peter needed to feel the same way I felt. Jealous.
Charles and I pulled apart when one minute elapsed and I used the back of my hand to wipe my lips. This was actually my first kiss. All those while I used to watch actors kiss on those Telemundo movies aunt Caro and her daughters love to binge watch, I used to wonder what pleasure those actors derived from it. I thought it was disgusting—the tongue touching and the saliva exchange. Gross! But to be honest, it wasn't that bad kissing Charles. I actually did enjoy it. I'm guessing it wasn't Charles first time because he was a pretty good kisser. I wonder if he thought the same about me.
I had my seat and threw a glance at Peter. His skin complexion had turned red and he was stroking his chin, with an obviously feigned smile plastered on his face. No matter the smile on his face, I could still see him fuming with jealousy. That was what I wanted anyway. So mission accomplished. There was really nothing like sweet revenge.
The game continued but never for once did the bottle point in either my direction or Peter's.
Throughout the game, Peter never spared me a glance and for some reason, my conscience pricked me. I began to feel a deep sense of regret doing what I did. I kissed Charles without even thinking of the consequences of my action. What if Peter breaks up with me because of what I did? That was the last thing I wanted.
Sooner than expected, some student came to inform us that the dossier was ready and that we should all go to our teacher's staffroom to collect it. On hearing that, we ended the game and ss2B students went to their teacher's staffroom to get their dossier, while we went to ours.
Walking out of Mr Nnamdi's staffroom, I sneaked a peek at my result and what I saw wasn't so good. I had just one A, two B's and the rest were C's. I know that might sound good enough, but my reason for not being satisfied with the result was the fact that I got A in an irrelevant subject, which was Food and Nutrition. Why would I get an A in Food and Nutrition when there are other relevant subject like Literature and Maths?
"Hey Daniella! What's up? How was your result?" I looked around and saw it was Adam.
"Uh, not bad, but not so good either. Just there." I replied with a shrug.
"Can I see?"
"Oh God Adam! I've kept it in my bag already." I said a bit whiny.
"No problem. So what were your grades in each subject?"
"Well I got one A, two B's and the rest were C's."
"That's okay na. What subject did you get A and B?" Adam probed further.
"I got B in Civic Education and Economics and A in Food and nut. Food and nut Adam!" I made sure to add more dramatic effect to my last statement and that made Adam chuckle. "So what about you?"
"Well, my result was satisfactory. I got six B's and four C's. I had no A."
"Your result is still better than mine."
"Uh, I know." He gave me a duh look.
I smacked his arm. "You're not okay."
We both laughed.
"So have you seen Gbemi?" I asked, looking around.
"Yeah, she's still on the queue to collect her result." Adam said. Just then, Gbemi ran towards us looking so excited. I wondered what the reason for her excitement was.

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DANIELLA✔
Teen FictionThe novel, Daniella, chronicles the odyssey of a teenage orphan who is raised by her grandparents in the village. She has always longed for one thing: to leave her lusterless village to explore new horizons in the city. And when the news comes that...