When The White Boy Walked In...

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I'm finally in SSS1. Three more years to leave this school. For clarity, this is Nigeria. High school is different and it's called secondary school. It's divided into Junior Secondary School (JSS) and Senior Secondary School (SSS) each taking three years. I seat in the school's auditorium alone, it's how I roll. I'm not antisocial or anything, I mean I talk to everybody both popular or not. I just don't like cliques. I don't like the "Bianca, Jess and Kacey" shit. People going "oh, they've been best friends since forever" or shit like that. Those "best friends" are prolly gonna abandon you or betray you in the FUCKING end.

I feel someone sit next to me disrupting my inner talk. I turn to look at who it is and I see a boy, a white boy with blonde hair and grey eyes that sends electricity through me. He is fine, I mean fine with his round nose and thin pink, soft and plum looking lips. Mmmmmh, I mean Mmmmmh.

"Are you gonna keep staring or say something?" He says. His voice sends chills down my spine and I'm not talking chills from watching an horror movie.

"Ummm..." Is all that I can manage to come out from my fucking mouth. I have a big mouth, I say things without caring about the consequences and it decides to fail me now.

"I mean, I've got to analyse who dares to interrupt my inner talk."
I say when my mind finally starts working again.

"Okay?..." Fineass boy says.

"Who are you and what is a white boy doing in a school full of black folks?"

"I'm-"

"Are you a spy?" I ask cutting him off.

"Are you gonna let me answer one question at a time?" He asks frustrated. I nod yes.

"I'm Tom Parker. My parents want to be the first white people to bring up a child in a black country, so I'm not a spy."

"Haven't people done that already?" I ask and he simply shrugs

"So who are you?" He asks.

And just as I'm about to answer, a girl sits next to him and introduces herself. It's not just any girl, it's the queen bee herself, my ex-bestie, Sharon. I watch as she flirts with Tom, batting her eyelashes everytime and even forming an American accent which is failing her badly.

"It's nice to meet you." She says in a sickly sweet voice.

"It's nice to meet you too. Bye."
Tom dismisses her politely and turns to face me. She glares at me and walks away with the little self esteem she has, that's if she has any.

"Well, I believe you were about to tell me your name." Tom says.

"Oh right, it's-" I am cut off by another girl sitting next to Tom with the same motive as Sharon. This goes on until our principal's voice booms through the speakers ordering everyone to settle down. She addresses us welcoming us to another session.

"You still haven't told me your name." Tom says.

"You're really enjoying the attention, aren't ya?"

"Why, jealous?" He smirks.

"No." I say a little too quick for my own liking. "You know when I'm about to tell you my name, some girl is gonna interrupt."

"Whatever, just tell me."

"Why do you wanna know so bad anyways?"

"Cos I already told you my name and it's a process of making an acquaintance."

"What if I don't wanna make an acquaintance?"

"Would you just tell me?"

"Fine, it's-" I'm interrupted again but this time, it's a teacher telling us to be quiet. It doesn't stop me from being frustrated but I mutter an apology nevertheless. The teacher smiles at Tom, even teachers are flirting.