JUST FOR YOU

《27》Ice cream girlfriend.

Weeks went by, and we resumed classes. In a matter of months, I was going to be done with my masters program and was going to get ready for the banking or working world.

This particular day, I was in class, daydreaming, and imagining myself in a suit and heels walking to and from the banking hall, swaying my hips as I walked. Then when I was done with my parade, I settled down on my chair clicking away at my keyboard and attending to a customer while occasionally glancing at the hot dude across the hall.

"Babe, how are you? Why are you smiling?" Chisom asked, pulling me out of my castle in the air.

I smiled. "Nothing." I replied when it was indeed something.

"Or are you thinking of Jonathan?" She raised her brows and chuckled.

I gagged. "Not even in his dreams would I ever think of him." I scrunched my face in disgust.

"That's what they all say. Later on, we would hear a different story." She teased.

"You would never hear something different in my case." I snorted. "Besides, I was just imagining myself in a suit checking out the hot dude across the banking hall." I smiled again at the thought of it.

"Look at this one; better snap out of it." She chuckled, and I smiled sheepishly. Minutes later, the lecturer walked in, cutting short our conversation.

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On a boring Saturday, I was taking a nap. I had barely slept for two hours when my phone rang. I silently hissed before picking up the phone. I hissed loudly again when I saw who it was. "Hello." I said grouchily and sighed again, very audibly.

"Hey dear, what's up?" Jonathan asked in his usual dull voice.

Every time, what's up, what's up. That was the only thing he knew.

"I'm fine. What about you?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Huh, I'm good. Trying to stay alive." He chuckled.

If you like, die; what's my business? I rolled my eyes again. I wished my irritation could be visible through the phone.

"Ok." I stared at the ground, which seemed more interesting than our conversation.

"So, uh, I want to see you in the evening. Please don't say no." He rushed the words all at once.

"No. You can't come. Do not come!" I warned him.

"Please, I just want to see you. I miss you. I know you said I shouldn't come; I can't control myself." He begged.

"You see why I didn't want you to know about my apartment." My expression had morphed from grouchy to angry. He always found a way to annoy and irritate me every freaking time.

"I won't stay too long. I promise not to come again."

I sighed defeatedly. "Fine, you know your way."

"Yeah. I will bring ice cream on my way."

"Goodbye." I hung up. I tidied up the apartment, and took a shower afterwards. Then I ate the leftovers and picked up a book I had been reading at a rather slow pace since Sunday.

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Two hours later. I heard a knock on my door. I sluggishly walked to the door and opened it, plastering a feigned smile on my lips.

"Hey." He grinned, leaning in for a hug, which I dodged because he smelt like he had trekked from campus to my apartment combined with cheap perfume.

"Hi, how are you?" I asked, even though I didn't really care. "Come in."