I first met him eleven years ago.
I was fourteen and in my form two then, which is used to refer to your second year in high school in my country. Well generally, we are expected to attend high school for six years so you were either in form one, form two, form three, form four, form five or form six. Of course, some dropped out before they made it to form six.
For high school, I joined an only girls boarding school so it was actually kind of a big deal when one of the girls got a boyfriend, so you could say I got to know him before I actually met him. I couldn't recall the number of times we had talked about him, but it was a whole lot.
I didn't like him from the first time I met him.
You could say I was a real judgemental bitch.
He was the typical cute guy, who did typical cute guy things. Not to forget, he was light skinned. I hated every male thing light skinned at that time. I just didn't find them attractive and no to forget all these popular sayings like "if you date a light skinned guy, you don't have a boyfriend coz you're the man in the relationship." They were a complete turn off for me.
The first time we met him with all my other friends was at a school function where the school had invited boys from his school, as he was also in an all boys high school.
I don't know why but my school always did this, inviting boys' schools over for particular functions. Mixed schools were only invited for educational seminars.
Anyways, after Paula introduced him, almost everyone in the group warmed up to him, apart from me who ended at a simple 'hi' and 'nice to finally meet you too'.
During the few minutes he talked to us, I discovered that he was a pretty fun guy with a really good sense of humour and I found myself laughing here and there at some of the things he said. I still didn't really like him.
The second time I met him, I didn't just dislike him, I hated him.
I was sixteen and in my form four and he was in his form six then at nineteen.
He and Paula had broken up during our last term's holidays because he cheated on her, atleast that's what Paula had told us.
It was at our school's social function, or sosh as we referred to it in slang. It was kind of like prom, the only difference being the fact that classes from two different single schools met up, and only a few were able to get a date before the actual day. For this function, the school administration got to choose an all boys school for us to go out with for the day and for whatever reason, maybe fate, it's his school that was chosen. It was supposed to be a fun day.
It wasn't for me.
Clad in a long black gown that I hoped was beautiful, I was preparing my ugly ass to be a single lady for the day when someone stepped infront of me.
Since I was looking down, the first thing I saw was his shoes. I resisted the urge to frown when I looked up at his face.
"Will you be my date?"he had asked offering me his right arm and I contemplated saying no to him for a second.
Knowing how people around would react if I said no, I just accepted and took his hand.
"I don't like you!" was the first statement I told him when we were walking to the main hall to which he laughed and smugly replied, "You look hot too."
I kept quiet after that, even when we sat down at our table.
I only talked when I saw where the ice cream machine the school hired was.
"Hey, can you get me some of that?" I asked him with narrowed eyes and he laughed.
"Of course mi lady. Which flavour do you want?"
