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Monday. First day. Babcock. College Student. Second year. New stuffs. Well, I don't live in the school anyways. That's cause I have a baby and I don't wanna show it and I certainly know some people may recognize me and start asking some really private questions or have their eyes fixed on me.

"You sure you can drive yourself?" Praise asks from outside the room.

"Yeah. I can, don't wanna stress you by letting you drop me off and then coming to pick me up again," I say, while padding my breasts so it don't get soaked while I'm in class.

"It's not stressful for me," he replies. I use my hands to comb my hair. "Besides, I told you that you shouldn't be stressing if I am around."

"I'm fine, Praise." And then a touch of gloss. I'm good to go. I open the door and find him standing outside, cooing at Royal. "I'm sorry you're getting to go through all this stress for my sake."

"You are my friend. Asher is my friend too so I have to help..."

Why does he and Zara keep wanting me to never forget Asher is involved in my life?

"Well..okay. Gotta go. Bye lil dude." I kiss Royal's lips and he smiles. "Bye bestfriend." I peck Praise, but he gives me a shocked look.

"Best friend?"

I wink at him. "I just counted you in. You and Zara are my best friends now."

"Aina goes to..."

"We've all lost touch. I don't even know how she is doing. Anyways, to avoid more questions I'll just head out. Bye." I head out and enter the G-Wagon to drive to my school.

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Here I am. Babcock University, Ogun. It has a highschool attached to it and I can see some high school students walking around while some are gathered at a corner, talking about stuffs. Anyways, it should be their lunch break because the time is 11:33AM.

I get down the car and turn it off, trying to find my class before it begins.

I finally find my class and go in there. Some people are already there, getting prepared for Physics lectures.

"Is that Karen Andrews?" someone whispers.

Just when I thought these fake glasses would help me out. Another drama, this seems like highschool again. Hope there wouldn't be another idiotic playboy in my life again. I don't need a second Asher.

"Oh my Gosh! She looks so pretty."

"I've never seen her in real life."

This same rubbish. Celebrity life never gives you a chance to be private. I remember when Asher and I went to his Dad's hotel at Abuja. I was actually excited people recognized me but now it feels all weird and I want to vanish.

I go over and sit on one of the long benches at the middle row.

I keep going through my phone to avoid the side comments and rubbish indirect questions people are throwing at me. If only my pregnancy did not go viral. I know my parents never announced that. It just has to be Mr President because he wants to shame my dad. Clichè.

Finally our lecturer, Mr Tamos, whom I got to know his name from my seat partner by right. Her name is Kimberly.

After our three hours lecture, I have no other class so it's just to head home. Besides, my pad is already getting all soaked which definitely means Royal is hungry. All thanks to Mom for explaining why all these stuffs happen.

I bump into someone and I apologise to him.

"I'm sorry."

"How humble," he replies. I turn and look at his face. "I expect you to be rude."