The Wrong Crowd [Wattys 2020]

Chapter 5

Dedicated to haryinkehade ❤️❤️

Oreoluwa was beyond confused.
A massive building towered over her five feet six inches frame and students flocked in and out, either in groups or in pairs. Loud chatter rang out and the in flux of cars at the park reserved for the lecturers was mind blowing. Ore simply stared at the bold header which read 'Faculty of Sciences, Ofrima'.

This was where she was going to learn for the most part of her years in the University as she was in the biochemistry department. What the future laid ahead for her depended on what she made of the present. So with that thought, she cinched her black leather bag tighter on her shoulder. Heaving a deep sigh, she made her way through the wide pavement.

The first thing that was apparent was how rowdy and jam-packed the walkway was. There was a big hall to her left with a small shop which was stocked with books, pens, students reading materials and the lot, just by the side. She sucked in a sharp breath as she stood staring at how breathtaking the environment was. A few girls were huddled in a corner whispering to themselves and laughing at intervals.

Some dudes stood at a far end of the  enlongated railing, they talked loudly and bickered among each other on who was sexy and what not. The neatly trimmed grasses stretched for as far as the eye could see and Ore's breath caught at her how high the building was. She couldn't tell if it was a five story complex or not, all she knew was that the height was humongous and seemed to dwarf her size in comparison.

The colours were in stripes of red and crimson which was a stark contrast to the green of the potted plants and the varied clothing of the students. With her head bent in shyness, she made her way to her lecture class further ahead of the first floor area. She passed by a few printing shops and restaurants before getting to a large mahogany door which was ajar.

A few students threw her odd looks and some stared blantantly at her. Ore felt out of place for some reason and this made her gulp. Her throat felt dry and constricted at the sudden realization that she didn't have any friends apart from Mercy and a few others back at her hostel.

Mercy herself was admitted into the Faculty of Agriculture and so, her classes were taken in a totally different location from where hers was. Ore was soon to learn how to overcome her insecurity and she marvelled at how well dressed most of the female students were.

As she climbed up the well worn steps with some others, a cloud of darkness hovered about them for a moment before they were sucked into a bright light. Ore stood rooted to the spot at the entrance to her lecture hall. She was stunned to say the least. This wasn't at all what she was expecting.

Before she could make her way hurriedly to a spare seat, the deep voice of her chemistry lecturer stopped her dead in her tracks.

Ore stood for the most part of the lecture because the hall was so crowded that people lapped each other and the heat was stiffling. As sweat dripped down the side of her face, Ore took notes with a ball point pen in tow. The topic for the day was chemical bonding and she had to strain her ears to pick up a few valid details that she was going to go over once she was refreshed.

Ore noticed that most of the students weren't writing because of the loud noise and they began to chat amongst themselves notwithstanding the fact that a bald man stood in their midst, sweating profusely with a microphone clutched in his right hand. Ore was getting irritated with the guys who stood in groups behind her. They were talking and laughing with their deep voices without a care in the world and Ore felt anger surge through her.

Perhaps, she might try to loosen up a bit and not be so untoward. With that in mind, she found herself scaling through the rest of her horrid classes.

Exhaustion took over Ore's aching body as she filed out of Ofrima with other students. Time was four p.m. by the Mickey Mouse watch on her wrist. The sun shone brightly in the sky and scorched the life out of Ore as she slowly made her way to the park. She wanted to stay behind to go over some strange terms she had encountered in class but, she didn't have it in her.

Her stomach rumbled and her head was aching so bad she wanted to shed tears. Ore considered what she went through as hell, reason being that she felt singled out of the crowd. No one tried to make conversations with her and wherever she went on campus, all she got were mere glances that people threw her way. Ore felt life gushing out of her body from her private part onto her heating pad and she swore under her breath.

There was no way she wasn't going to be stained before she got home because she hadn't bothered to change. It wasn't her fault. She didn't know the direction to the public toilet and hadn't bothered to ask. Her shyness wouldn't let her and she bore her uncomfortability in stride. The sight of the bus park loomed ahead of her and she hastened her footstep.

Dami's tongue ran along his lip ring as he leaned on his black spider car. The scorching heat made him irritated and his roving eyes scanned over the environment he was in. He was standing in front of Block A hostel in Delta campus with Philip who was an old friend of his since his Year 1.

Philip's feet grazed the concrete as he squinted against the hot sun. He had practically dragged Dami to see his sister since he didn't want to go alone and look out of place. Dami himself wouldn't have agreed if Philip wasn't so close to him and akin to his ways.

Dami licked his lips as a light skinned girl with boobs that were bursting out of her top and a big ass passed by, giving him the flirty eye. He blew her a kiss and Philip smacked him hard on the head.

"Oga, no dey look girls like that na I beg," Philip complained, giving him a scathing glare. It wasn't that Philip was jealous or something. He was handsome himself with his stubby chin and deep set eyes. Dami knew anytime he did stuffs like that, Philip was bound to correct him because he considered that offensive.

But Dami didn't give two fucks. He walked up to the girl and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. By now, Dami was getting an unobstructed attention from several females who were walking down to their various hostel block. He gave a toothy grin and the lady before him swooned in her mind.

The girl who had introduced herself as Shade was wearing gold contact lenses which made her eyes and features striking. Shade had a heart shaped face with a pointed nose and small pink lips which she constantly sucked to pull him in. It seemed to be working on Dami because all he wanted was to bite hard on those sexy lips and dive his wet tongue in.

He shook the dirty thought out of his mind as he brought out his iPhone xs max to collect her number. He watched her shocked expression as her mouth rounded in surprise. Her shaky hands typed in eleven digits before handing his phone over to him. Dami gave her a brief smile as she turned to leave and smacked her fat ass. Philip stared at him with mouth agape and at that moment, he spotted his sister standing at the entrance and scanning through the area obviously looking for him.

Philip gave a light wave to her as Dami rejoined him. She spotted him from where she stood and ran over to give him a bear hug. Dami watched from a close range as his probing eyes roved seductively over Philip's so called sister.

    

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Author's note: Who else agrees that Dami is a professional playboy?