Ibinu

Chapter 7: Pash.

SS2.

Lola.

Warning: Profanity is included in the text below.

It was the day after the midterm resumption, the mood in Anike hostel was boisterous as teenage girls walked in and out, dragging their boxes and trying to arrange their belongings. 

I was sitting on the floor of my room in Anike hostel trying to arrange my cosmetic locker.

Emphasis on the word trying because the process kept being interrupted by my gawking.

I'm pretty sure flies could have flown into my wide-open mouth and I wouldn't have noticed. I was utterly stupefied. 

Why? Well because I was looking at the eighth wonder of the world, a bashful Shewa and I couldn't believe my eyes, that's why.

I had already rubbed my eyes at least twice in the past five minutes and I still wasn't fully convinced that I wasn't imagining the whole thing. 

Shewa was honest to God blushing, not her coy fake blush that she usually showed the boys she was flirting with but a shy blissful expression that looked for all purposes, real and genuine. 

She looked like a f*king budding calla lily. That image was so wrong that I couldn't help but shudder. 

I never thought I would one day associate my friend Shewa with the word innocent but that was the first word that came to mind as I continued looking at her.

Shewa was a Venus fly trap; she chewed men up and spat them out after she had her fun, not this delicate gentle lady.

The fact that there was no male specimen in the immediate vicinity plus her complete disregard for her surroundings proved the point that it was in fact genuine. My God, she was a goner.

Her subsequent silly actions left me wondering if I had woken up on the wrong side of the bed, was in an alternate universe or if I was witnessing someone's idea of a joke. ɪ ɢᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ.

The normal Shewa was a fun-loving adventurous sprite, not this besotted schoolgirl. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ, ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ, ᴀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟɢɪʀʟ. Shut up ok! Can't you see me panicking here?

 As I was saying, I couldn't bear to look at her, to see what she had become.

She kept sniffing the black wife beater she was wearing and grinning like a lunatic then like clockwork after three sniffs, she would glance in the direction of her underwear bag and smile even wider. 

I turned around and facepalmed at her actions.

Who does that? Weirdos that's who and Shewa was not a weirdo. ᴀᴛʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ.

Could I please have my friend back?

If she wasn't careful, that smile would soon split her face in two and where would that leave her?

After the third cycle, I noticed that she wasn't just staring at the bag in general but peering almost obsessively at something in particular.

I nudged my glasses up and adjusted my position unobtrusively, barely making out the red thong that was sticking out of the bag after squinting like a grandma for a good minute. 

My forehead scrunched in thought, then smoothed out as realisation dawned. 

You've got to be f*cking kidding me. She couldn't have.

No wonder she was behaving so weird, omo this girl don cast herself.

Why was she making it so flipping obvious? It was like she wanted us to notice. I wonder who the lucky guy that she had fallen in love with was.