My Cross

C-02

"Abby where is my shoe na." Jessica requested. Jessica is my roommate from Cotonou. She is short and fat, maybe quit because she had huge watermelons for boobs.
"The last I saw it was under the bed." I squeezed my face with my index finger on my chin. "Remind me, which shoe do you speak of?" I asked confusedly. She hissed and left the room leaving just I and my second roommate, Becca.

There is too much commotion, noise and request in the air that I could hear the girls from the next room. "Where is my hair bond." "I can't find my lace bra." "Are you done with the liner?" And here was Becca sitting calmly like today wasn't it. "Becky?" She looked away from her legs and her eyes met mine. "What's the problem? You've been awful quiet the whole day." She forced a smile and went back buckling her shoes. "I am always quieeeet." She dragged the last word. I guess I forgot that part. Becca is from Benin. Slim, average height, curvy and sophisticated. I never knew people from Warri can be quiet not until I met her. She hardly spoke when she was moved to my room and I thought she was dumb. "No vex." I said apologetically.

"The hostels will be closed 12 o'clock." They announced. "You are all expected to leave for the chapel before 11:30. Any student found in their rooms will be punished." I was done already. I wore a wine long dinner gown that clinched to my skin perfectly, giving way for eyes to view my curves and figure. A Chanel high heel with my hair neatly packed to doughnut. I exaggerated my liners a little, like the way Nikki Minaj does and I wore a nude Matt lip stick. I was ready to slay. I got out, the hall was filled with girls going and coming; some even stood to chitchat. Expensive and cheap perfume filled the air. I thought I was the only one slaying but unfortunately i was thrown for a competition.

I pushed my way through the crowds, my chanel brown bag on my left hand and my sunshade case and a face towel on my right. I strolled the hall gracefully with my chin high, twisting to the rhythm of my steps. I don't want to be caught in there. It's my day, it should all be perfect and over.

I got outside, i saw lots of student standing. I didnt know Convenant had this much student not until now. Fine boys played every where, beautiful girls scattered about too. this particular girl walked by me wearing extra makeup and too much lip stick. Her brows had no hope and the foundation looked cheap, oily and out of tone. She was not the only one though. I laughed to myself. Waiting for the campus shuttle, I stood beside my crush, Thomas.

"You look beautiful than yesterday." He said innocently his eyes savaging every bit of me.

"You don't look bad yourself." I sincerely put with a small smile.

He wore a harsh and a touch of black m blazer over a black pant. He had is hair cut so low and neatly shaped. Unlike most of the guys out here with afro and punks. A bus came and we all had to rush in, Thomas held my hands and dragged me gently as I followed then I heard my name. I looked back and saw Jonathan waving at me. Jonathan once confessed his feelings to me and I rebuked him. I couldn't date him, he wasn't my spec. Too dedicated and not lively plus he was pretty chubby. I looked away, I won't let this kill joy spoil my day. I smiled to myself as I walked with Thomas into bus.

I like Thomas no doubt. It's either am with him or in my room, I hardly walk with my friends and they don't like it. I was going to tell Thomas of how I feel but Jessica refrained me, she would say he is not the kind of guy I would want to marry. Jessica was Thomas ex, they dated for a year plus then broke up. Jessica won't give details all she tells us is that he is evil. I don't care, really I don't. He was all I need in a guy. He was tall, muscular, dark, rich and handsome. I got in to the shuttle with him and sat by him. Soon the bus was full and we moved. I smiled to myself. I looked around to observe the students in the bus. They all wore nice dresses and outfits then my eyes fell on Jonathan. He sat at back. He stared at me looked me too, I can tell he was sad but you don't always have what you want. I looked away and thought of Jessica warning. What could she mean by 'he is evil'. Maybe she's jealous, after all he was her ex. He isn't for Jessy in the first place, a man's meat is another man's poison.

This could be a start of a new beginning.

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