My Love Theory: Black and White

Chapter 2: Pandora's Box... or was it her Bag?

If I should explain how my mind was in that second... It would be a barren wasteland with nothing in sight, maybe a tumbleweed rolled by. I stared at the lecturer who faced the white board ranting away, I was absentminded and I was conscious of that fact.

The chattering in the class was clamorous and the man was not concerned, Ola tugged my sleeve. "Did you know one requirement for freshers is to join a club but I feel it's a trap to sneer our souls from the true purpose for embarking on our journey."

"Shut the fuck up Ola, you too dey talk nonsense and Orientation you cannot tell him to stop saying
rubbish." Emeka threw a used squeezed paper. He had a prosaic kind of character, we started
conversing thanks to my new accursed nickname ORIENTATION that was earned after my entrance that day, being popular seemed nice, if only it didn't come with being a laughing stock.
"Leave him be, listen." The nice girl beside me showed me were the lecturer was taking the current topic from, since it wasn't a good conversation opener I don't try to engage. Being a great Casanova doesn't start in a day, I need to cement my standing in the class.

So far I only had two hindrance, Mr Fresh guy, the half-breed with great fashion sense and perfect genes, his looks I'd admit were breathtaking. It vexed me to no end, that one no mean say make you dey put on airs? And the other with a huge body structure, looked like Jonathan a bit, like how many times did you take the UTME exams? These
hindrances...

I stared at my cup which was filled with Crystal clear Smirnoff, I just came back from school and instead of food I got this? This fucker got to be kidding me. There Jonathan sat with his friends half naked drinking and talking about shit that didn't matter. It's been a week since I began and the fifth day a drinking party was hosted, I was at my limit.

"What's wrong, big man?" The one with the blue underwear asked. I didn't know their names so their underwear were the only thing I could use to identify them.

"Nothing. I'm just tired." All of you degenerates, get out of this house! I cursed myself for being weak- willed if not my life would have been much easier.

"Jonathan, the Jollof wice is weady." The guy with nothing but his underwear, the long pink apron and an incredible R-factor waltzed into the sitting room.

"Thanks man, I appreciate, boys chow don drop." I ran into the kitchen leaving Jonathan and his merry band to continue, the hunger was real, living with Jonathan was extreme sport.

That week had been hell, both on and off campus, the veranda was a nice escape from it all, the cool air seemed nice against my
neck, suddenly I recollect hazy memories of things I did while I was drunk and out of it, the shame made me want to bury myself, if mom could see me now. I heard a creaking sound on the chair opposite mine.

It was the beautiful Lady, I thought and thought, I thought of the perfect opener, I couldn't let that chance go. "H-Hello." Fingers crossed.

"Hey." Her reply tore through my soul.

"What's good?" Each word took a toll on my chest.

"Everything?"

"I'm Jacob, I live next door."

"I noticed, you just moved in with the degenerate Jonathan. I recall sighting you at his house party which I was forced to go to last week." I watched her bring up a chocolate bar.

"Degenerate?"

"What else would you call people who spend all their time participating in debauchery?" She didn't mince her words, I thought it was me but I could feel she was somewhat pissed.

I chuckled. "Leaving that aside, what's your name?"

"Carla."

"Carla... what a wonderful name."