Forced Proximity.
526 Words
A wave of realization washed over me.
Two teachers. Two classes. Two dismissals.
Wow.
At this point, I was convinced the universe had a personal vendetta against me.
I leaned back against the wall and sighed. This was definitely going to ruin my reputation. I had just gotten here and I’d already managed to piss off two teachers.
Great job, Success. Absolutely fantabulous.
“Wow, we’re really on a roll today,” Daniel whistled softly beside me.
I shot him a glare.
“Whoa there, princess. Easy,” he chuckled.
That did it—the final straw.
“Easy?” I snapped. “What do you mean, easy? You got me sent out of class twice! If you don’t care about your reputation or how people see you, that’s your problem—but I do. I care a lot.”
My voice rose despite myself.
“I swear, Daniel, if this affects me in any way, you’ll regret ever talking to me. I literally do not know you, yet you’ve managed to drag me into trouble twice already. Just leave me alone! Is your oversized head so empty that you can’t take a hint?”
“Um… sorry?” he muttered, scratching his head.
Ugh. i***t.
Students walked past, some slowing down to stare, others whispering and pointing.
Great. Just great. I was definitely going to be the talk of the school.
“And what are you two doing out here?” a soft voice asked.
I looked up to see a young, dark-skinned woman—clearly a teacher. The name tag on her shirt read Miss Sola.
“We were sent out of class, ma’am,” I said quietly, casting a brief glance at Daniel, who was busy inspecting his fingernails.
Ode.
“For what?” she asked, her brows drawing together.
I hesitated, then subtly pointed at Daniel.
Her gaze followed my gesture. She sighed and shook her head. “Follow me.”
Great.
She led us to the staff room, made us sit, and gave a long lecture about discipline, first impressions, and how secondary school wasn’t primary school. I nodded along, apologizing when necessary and promising to behave.
Daniel apologized too—though his didn’t sound very sincere.
Eventually, we were dismissed and told to return to class quietly.
On the way back, Daniel cleared his throat like he wanted to say something.
I ignored him and walked faster.
By the time I got to the classroom, the burly woman was gone.
Finally.
I dropped into my seat and rested my head on the desk, ignoring the curious stares around me.
What were they all looking at anyway?
A chair scraped beside me—Daniel.
Of course.
Another teacher walked in, introduced herself, and began explaining the scheme of work for the term—History.
I tried my best to focus and block out any distractions.
A.K.A. Daniel.
Before long, the class ended, and she assigned a group project.
In pairs.
She started calling out names.
“Fafunmi Success and Abayomi Daniel.”
…Eh?
I must have heard wrong. Shey?
I turned slowly.
Daniel was already grinning from ear to ear.
Arghhhh!
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