blurring the line

Chapter 1: THE UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER Hello, guys! It's your favorite author, Hollie Swiss Faith, here to share an exciting story with you. I hope you enjoy it!Thank you! Don't forget to like, leave your comments in the comments section... I love reading my fans' comments, and vote for me. Your votes count! Vote for me, please. If you have any connections to help my life and boost my work, please don't hesitate to help your lovely writer @Faith Novels @HollieSwiss Faith @Chukwudum Faith Og. PRETEND TO BE A LESBIAN To GET THE HEART OF MY BESTIE PRINCESS POV.. My name is Princess Okonobo. I'm a light-skinned, healthy, 5'3" tall, and pear-shaped girl, but you wouldn't know that because I always wear baggy pants. As the last born of a wealthy family, my parents had the means to send my siblings and me abroad to finish our education.Well, I'm not here to tell you about how rich my parents are or narrate a story about my background.That's really boring. I just want to give you a clue about myself. Yeah! I'm a very stubborn child, Sometimes I feel like I'm in bondage. Princess, do this; Princess, do that. Not really my calling. However, I refused to go to Canada like my older siblings after my high school diploma Instead, I applied to Masters University in Nigeria. Masters University is one of the best and most understanding universities in Nigeria. Well, I chose it to calm my father's anger.After completing my high school diploma, I took the Post-UTME exam, which was necessary to boost my JAMB score of 250. I'm intelligent, if I do say so myself! I got admitted to study Medicine and Surgery, which wasn't my passion, but I loved helping people in need.I wanted to be a musician. Yeah, I can sing, but not too loud, shh... "my papa no go hear am". He has signed and agreed that we, his children, will study any science course. His ideology is that there's no money and work in Naija, but if you do better in science school, you'll get a job immediately. I didn't drag the issue with him.Guess what? The university is very far from Abuja, where my family resides. But it was stressful when I had to go to school to write the Post-UTME in Port Harcourt, I had to go by air (private jet), but I desired to go by road to view nature. After my exam, I was so tired and famished; I needed something to eat. I didn't see any eateries nearby, so I went to a nearby shop to get myself a bottle of soya milk and meat pie and one cake to eat instead of made food. I don't eat restaurant food.After the seller handed the drink to me, I turned to leave the shop immediately because I was feeling nauseous due to the odor coming from some students who also gathered in the shop, buying what they wanted. Ahhh! I shouted due to the bottle of soya milk falling off my hands and landing on the pavement, causing my legs to bleed, and I lost my balance and fell into an unknown person's arms.My head rested on his chest, and my hand held tight to what I didn't know... well, I didn't care to know because what I was feeling right now was extraordinary... thanks to my savior of the day, who didn't allow me to reach the ground. I wondered about the embarrassment. That senator's or chief judge's daughter wounded herself.Next, I heard when I bent down to touch my leg: "Oh my God!! You are bleeding!" What! Blood i hate to see blood .. talk more of my blood , someone ( i really want to blackout right now)The next thing I knew was that I was in someone's arms... in the arms of the guy I collided with, and the same person who exclaimed, "Hold on, dear, I will take you to the school clinic."At first, I wanted to struggle out or insist that he bring me down... I feel that's what ladies do... not my thing, though. I always see myself as a boy – I dress like a boy, walk like a boy, and have friends who are mostly boys. But right now, the pain I'm feeling didn't give me the mouth to talk, and I was tearing up. Not now i have no bodyguard. Princess how can you be so clumsy My leg… hmmm. Sorry, dear... almost there, okay? The guy said. My face buried on his chest, and I drew in his cologne. He smells like Rigg perfume. I love the fragrance, unlike the others. Seriously, me who is in pain, instead of thinking of myself, I'm liking my helper's body scent… well, the smell distracted me from the pain.When we got to the campus clinic, a young doctor, supposed to be a student also, came to me with the first aid box while I sat down on a stool. He searched his box and brought out gloves, wore them, brought out spirit and cotton wool. "It's going to be painful a little bit, but you won't bleed anymore, and I have to remove the piece of bottles in your wound," said the doctor.I looked up and saw the face of my helper, who put his hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down. First time in my life, I saw beauty in front of me. Gush, I was drooling over the handsome doctor who was about to treat my wound… and here is the real beauty