The Campus Demon {Nanowrimo 2020}

Chapter 3

Becca plugged in her spare earpiece, bobbing her head to the acrobatic beat of her favorite high life music by Ogoloma Boys as she folded her clothes neatly into a small suitcase. Her roommates were out so she had all the time to herself without their persistent loud chatter. She blew on her chewing gum, allowing it to slap against her full lips as she rummaged through her closet for some undies to wear.

Water droplets trailed from her long, jet black hair down her neck and settled between the parting of her plump breast. She held her towel against her chest, crouching low to pick up her favorite red lace panties, perfect for Fikayo. She sighed dreamily as she remembered the steamy sex they had on the night of his friend's party. He'd lodged in a nearby hotel, begging her with his puppy gray eyes for her to go along with him.

Becca hadn't wanted to leave Jessica behind but since her white outfit wasn't popping up, she assumed she had already gone and accepted Fikayo's proposal. It was beyond crazy, the fact that she'd met and fallen for him on the same day. When he approached her in the club, she could barely contain her excitement. The sexy and popular Fikayo had set his sights on her.

She made room for him on the couch as the neon lights dimmed, making him look more handsome and dangerous. He smiled sweetly as he placed a fleeting kiss on her collarbone, causing her to moan in delight. She wanted Fikayo to have her there and then, it didn't matter what anyone had to say. They were about getting cozy when his supposed girlfriend angrily marched over to where they were seated, sipping their glass of Moët rose and flirting with each other.

Becca was livid at the rude interruption and decided to form a game plan. She licked her lips, her hand making its way to Fikayo's crotch as she weighed the look on his girlfriend's finely chiseled face. She could tell that she was baffled–seeing the two of them together. Becca widened her legs, allowing Fikayo's thumb skim the line of her panties. She bit back a groan as she watched the wench shout at the top of her voice, the sound grating on her nerves.

She just wanted to enjoy the loud music and the feel of Fikayo's touch on her quivering body without any interference. She shifted a bit, allowing him some space as he talked his girlfriend down and broke off their relationship. Becca felt a rush of excitement run through her as the girl stalked off with tears brimming in her eyes.

It wasn't up to an hour later, Fikayo paid for an expensive hotel room and dragged Becca along with him. He slammed her against the cream walls as he feasted on her like a carnivorous animal, he sucked her pussy dry and flicked his wet tongue over her core. Becca loved how Fikayo roughly turned her over and slid his dick inside her, ramming into her, hard and fast.

Her legs nearly buckled underneath her as Fikayo spilled his seed inside her. Her sexual desire was sated. Fikayo rested on the king sized bed, waiting for her to wash in the bathroom and cuddle up to him. She pulled the fluffy covers about her, feeling the cold air from the air condition slam her face. She shivered slightly as Fikayo drew her closer. Her head rested on his chest, listening to his heart pound against his rib cage.

She slept peacefully, better than she had in months. She woke up the next morning to see a bunch of fresh roses in a white transparent wrap which contained a huge sum of money. Becca counted it, her doe brown eyes shimmering with something akin to great fervor. Although she was disappointed that he left without telling her, she was happy that she'd gotten fifty thousand naira richer. And when he called her line two days later–wanting them to spend the weekend in her dream country, Dubai, she was elated.

She slipped into a pair of Nike canvas and packed her hair with Fikayo's red band. She laid the edges with a curly gel and did a small pout in front of her dresser mirror. Her phone began to vibrate, indicating that she had an incoming call. She frowned at the unknown number, hesitating a moment before answering it.

"Hello, who's this?" She asked tentatively. Becca's heart skipped a beat as she heard harsh breathing on the other end of the line. She clutched the phone tighter, a feeling of dread crawling down her spine. She tried to instill a sense of calm as a deep croaked voice relayed the incident to her.

"Oh my God, where is she now?" She was close to tears, biting her manicured nail and pacing back and forth.

"Okay... alright... I'm on my way." Becca cut the call, grabbing her purse from the unmade bed and dashing out the wooden door. She hissed, recalling that in her frantic state, she'd forgotten her phone. She raced back, almost toppling over a big stone on the floor.

On reaching the hospital, Becca rushed to the receptionist desk, shouting hysterically that she needed to see Jessica Odom. The lady looked at her non plussed and began typing something on her computer.

"Are you even listening to me?" Becca asked, nostrils flaring. She banged the desk for effect, causing the ground beneath her feet to quake. "I said I need to see a patient in this hospital."

"Just take a seat ma'am and I will get back to you." The receptionists' overly made up face creased in a light frown as she gestured to the only empty seat at the far corner of the crowded room. Becca hissed, snapping her fingers in front of her. She marched to the seat, wrinkling her slim nose as the cold stench of antiseptic hit her squarely.

She kept tapping her feet on the tiled floor as she waited, watching different doctors and nurses scurry here and there. Some beckoning on a member of the patient's family to their office. Becca couldn't pay attention to the white washed walls of the large hospital or the artificial flower vases that were used to design the neat surrounding. She wanted to know how Jessica was faring.

Her heart was racing, her mind trying to come up with a reasonable explanation of what had landed her friend in a hospital. It wasn't as if she'd ever complained of being sick. She itched her hair as the receptionist beckoned to her. Becca glared at her big shiny forehead as she gave her directions to the ward Jessica was admitted.

She raced down a long corridor, took a left turn; up a flight of stairs and eventually arrived at room 306. She inhaled deeply, turning the door knob. The first thing she spotted was Jessica's limp body in a blue starched gown with a drip infusion on her arm. She turned to the doctor on duty, her lower lip quivering and tears filling her eyes.

"What happened, doctor?" Becca croaked, seating on a plastic chair by the metal bed. A look of pity flitted across the doctor's face for a moment before he gained composure.

"Are you related to the patient?" He asked, slinging a stethoscope around his neck.

"Not really. But I'm her closest friend." Becca wiped snort from her nose and glanced at Jessica's frail form. Her cheek was a bit sunken and her heavy eyelids were fluttering subtly.

"Alright. But can I speak to you in my office? It's about your friend's blood test result." The doctor led the way out of the room with clipboard in hand while Becca followed, a feeling of dread crawling down her spine.