blurring the line

unexpected encounter

…. Gush, my mouth was open, and my eyes locked with his as if….if I should glance away, he will disappear. I really dozed off. Like i w-a-s literally drooling excessively

Ohh what the fuc*

Sorry, I know it's painful– his deep voice brought me back to my senses. Ouch, I bit on my lips!!! So, all this while I was looking at him, I didn't feel the pain. OMG. The wound is deep enough to leave a scar if it heals but let's hope it doesn't , she have a nice skin but right now, she's okay, the handsome doctor said and rose up. "Miss, you are better now…. right?" Sorry, are you staying in the hostel?

"No," I replied. "I came here to write my Post-UTME."

"Okay, and you?" he asked my helper.

"The same," the guy replied. "So, how did this happen?" The guy narrated everything. "Okay," the doctor replied.

I turned to the guy and thanked him. "Thank you for your help."

"No problem... are you feeling better now?" (I nodded). We left the clinic together. I was finding it difficult to walk, but I had to.

He stopped, and I did the same.

"Do you forget something?"

"Yes, I forgot to complete my Samaritan work." "Come here." He bent down to back me.

"No, no, you don't have to." "You have done enough for me." He looked at me… my breath ceased. How can someone be so handsome?

"But I have to." "Please let me help. Just what I want from you is to direct me to your destination, okay?" I gave in and allowed him to carry me. We passed some students on our way. Some people who saw how I got the wound on my leg stopped us to ask how I was feeling.

"I really pity the guy carrying me at this point because he had to stop to answer them." Well, I'm fat, I'm slim, not slim slim, just okay, even though I'm heavy and average, like 5'4". When we got to the taxi park, he brought me down, and I thanked him. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate your help. God bless you."

He only smiled at me and left me without me asking for his name or anything about him. Oh, gush, how can I be so forgetful? Hmm, maybe there's no need for it. He's just my Samaritan. I feel empty.

When I got to my hotel room, I threw myself on the bed, took my phone, and ordered food, giving them a specific time to bring it. I was so exhausted. I tried to take my hang-top off my body, but when I tried to, I perceived the Rigg perfume. Oh, I didn't throw the cloth into the laundry, but inside my traveling bag, for memorial purposes.

DESIRE! ..POV….

Gush!! My back hurts… see me, who wants to be a gentleman, men!! That girl is so heavy. Well, I won't blame her. I took this upon myself. I threw my body on my cousin's bed, who I stayed with in his lodge to enable me to get to the exam hall early.

His dad is my dad's elder brother. His father is a medical doctor whose wife is late, and he's left to take care of five boys. Not easy at all. My uncle is a super commando. Buka is his third son, in business batch, among all his brothers. I chose and rampaged with him a lot. Buka is 6'3" tall, while I'm 6'5" tall, and I'm so huge.

My folks were surprised how I got my DNA; maybe from my grandpa. Apart from the exams, I came here since Saturday, we have been clubbing and partying, having fun with girls. My parents will not know about this.

Buka came in, dropped his bag, and I shifted, and he sat down on the bed.

"How was your exam?" Buka asked me. "Fine, it wasn't hard as it sounds. I just hope to get a good score.

Have you eaten?" "Or didn't you see the food I left for you in the pot?" Buka is 21 years old and 3 years older than me, and he speaks with authority sometimes. I wonder if he's a cultist, maybe in his nature.

"I'm just coming back. Moreover, I can't go to your pot without your permission. Thank you." "I eat later, right now I'm so tired."

"Tired kee what made you tired? I thought you said the exam wasn't tough?" Buka asked.

"Men!! I acted like a good guy to a beautiful girl today."

Buka looked at me. "Seriously, guy, you never enter... abi you know?"

"It's not what you think. I had to narrate how everything happened." "My back hurts so much," I complained. Buka grinned. "Man, let me give you this pic of information. When you enter this school, you better join gym class. Seriously."

"So, because of a girl that you didn't even push down, someone else did, and she got injured, that made you carry her from the clinic to the bus stop. Good, good guy. Girls will love you, really love you.

Bro, is not like that. She fell into my arms, and was bleeding. I froze when I recalled back how she rested on me when she lost her balance, and how her hand clashed with mine... geez, between my legs."

"Why are you red? Hmm, this boy. I swear, as I dey see you, ehhh, you bad!! Stand up, juo, go carry your food. Superman, Master's girls don see you finish. Superstar."

"I was just trying to help."

"Why you put civil engineering when you supposed go study medicine and surgery?"

"My friend, eat something. You do not collect numbers. Nothing. You carry a lady from clinic to bus stop.

I carried the food and started eating. Wow, this food is so cold. I don't know how to tell this boy to heat the food because I know his reply. Buka is a manager.

"Bro, can I warm this food a bit? It's too cold."

"Upon all the heat you're feeling, after carrying a lady from the clinic to the bus stop, you one chop hot rice? Bia, I no get enough gas, I dey manage myself.

I know, abeg."

He eyed me. "Do fast, no finish my gas, abeg. You go leave me go house, and I will be here.

Shaa, this boy too dey economical. He went for the right course... economics."