Camel.The name he used to call me. The name I hated so much. How we became the way we are now, I have no idea but boy, am I glad. Enemies from afar, we were . I didn't even know that he existed. Now, I wish I'd known him sooner.He used to call me camel because apparently, my neck was like theirs and now, he can't seem to get enough of the neck. Who am I to complain? I love when he does what he does to the neck. Habibi.What I call him now.Because that's what he is to me. For now. Perhaps he'll get tired like the others and move on but I hope not. This is the person that I hope will be "the one". Camel. A name that will always be special to me.Chapter 1. Amarissa.How did we meet again? It was raining one September afternoon. Quite heavily and he bumped into me or rather, we bumped into each other . I didn't look at him as I was running in order not to get drenched in the rain. He didn't look at me either. It was raining. We'd said our sorrys, now, on your way you go. Happened while we were still in highschool. He was him. Michael Davis. Top boy in school that year. My senior. Also known as " AD". I was me. Rizzette Amarissa. From the name you'd catch that I was a top gun. And there always has to be one head.Perhaps the reason as to why we didn't like each other. If I'm being honest, I didn't care. Whatever he did was his business. Just don't come near me or one of mine.What was it that brought us together again?Yes!. It was history. That subject! My God!.But that's a story for another day. Let's talk about AD. Davis, as I would describe him, is the typical South London boy. Audacious and Egoistic. If ego was human, he'd be it. And I hated it. Like please, deflate that your big ego filled head. I too have an ego. More than yours. I'll never forget the day he teased me for being a British girl or so he thought. We'll get to that. It so happened that on that day, I walked into the refectory and then he said,"oi, sissy, come over here".It took the love of God to rein in my temper that day. Because how dare he?. Trust me to keep me cool. The cool I had till he said " oi, sissy, can't you hear me? I'm calling you." In that his semi pretty boy British accent. At that point, I had it above my head. "Ghetto boy , as you can see, I don't have your time." I replied back. Subtle, I know but a woman of my caliber cannot be seen behaving razz outside. And then, I walked away. I'm not one to give in to a fight. It's the mouth I have. I don't possess the qualities of one who can fight the actual fight. That day passed. I was back to not caring if he existed or not because what's my business?. Another time, we had a class together. How my high school thought it was okay for juniors and seniors to have classes together, I absolutely do not understand. But it was what it was and it so happened that i was fated to sit with him. Actually, the seat beside him was the only empty seat in class. "Miss, sit down before I send you out of my class", the government teacher, Mr Aloysius or Mr Al, as I like to call him, screamed.When I i reached AD he said; "Oh, sissy, you're the one sitting beside me". "If you call me sissy one more time, I'll stab you with this pen". " sissy, relax. You're turning beet red.". " I'm calm, I'm just letting you know". While Mr Al was teaching." Who can tell me when the battle of Hastings occurred ?" Mr Al asked. "14th of october, 1066". I whispered. "Sissy the nerd, speak up. Sir! She knows the answer" AD said. "She can speak for herself, Mr Davis. So, Let her do so ""Thank you, Mr Al, nosy human". I replied to both Mr Al and AD. "10th of october, 1066, sir." "That's correct Amarrissa, thank you. Now, the battle of hasting was a battle between the Norman french.….." " So you know history this much?" A surprised AD asked me. " Do you think everyone is as dumb as you?", I replied. "Me? Dumb? Girl, whoever told you that lied blatantly to you. Honor row for over 4 years? Dumb? Is that some sort of joke sissy?" " inflated ego much?, you know nobody cares. I'm trying to listen, so if you don't mind, kindly shut the hell up" "feisty much? I like." Immediately after he finished that statement, the class ended. What they taught, I didn't hear because why?because AD was showing off and making a noise in my ear. God! I hate this boy so much!. Fun fact, he didn't even know my name. This surprised me because who didn't know my name? The reason as to why he kept calling me "sissy" .Perhaps he knew of a girl named Ama. Not Amarissa. AD. Annoying, egoistic pretty boy. I'm not even supposed to find him pretty because we're not friends. I mean, we hate each other but my oh my, is he pretty!. All this was going on in my head till the annoying human said "sissy, the class is over, you can leave now. I've seen enough of your annoying face" Me? Annoying face?I've had enough of this boy but I won't lose my cool over crap again. Not today,not now, not ever. Good riddance.