Me and Him

Crushy

The speed at which I closed that paper to prevent anyone else from seeing it was shocking. Don’t

get me wrong, its just that its bad to crush over a lecturer, its worse for the lecturer to acknowledge

that you are crushing on him and it’s the worst for the whole class to learn of your crush on a

lecturer. So, I made my paper private property and no one saw it, not even my close friends who

kept begging me to show them how much I got, I mean, what if one of them looks at the comments

I was given? Then what? From class, I went to my house straight, I knew that my roommate won’t

be home till the evening so I had all the time in the world to practice on how to text. The excitement

on my face! Gosh! Priceless. I arrived safely, locked the windows and the door from the inside so

that it looked like no one was in. Then removed my paper, took the number and saved it as

“Crushy”-don’t judge, I mean, what another hidden detective name can you come up with yourself

even? Shout it! You see! am better off than you. I then burnt the paper to get rid of any evidence,

then, sat on my bed and was ready to text. I opened the contact, went to send a message, open the

message field, brought out the keyboard, then blank! 2 minutes past, 5 minutes past, 10 minutes,

20 minutes, 50 minutes, 1 hour, 2 hours. Then I heard my roommate open the door. s**t, what’s

happening to me? Imagine the way I wanted this number so much? And now I can’t even write a

damn word. My roommate, (let’s call her Yvonne), was shocked to find me inside a closed house.

Although she didn’t ask me for a reason, I saw the confusion in her face. As usual, she gave a story

about her classes and how she had a lot of assignments to do and how her boyfriend wants her to

visit him at kahawa wendani over the weekend. However, all that time, when I was listening to

Yvonne’s stories, I was going through almost all the combinations of words to send to “Crushy”.

I would write, delete, write delete, write delete and in each time, I would be close to sending, then

make up my mind on the effectiveness of what I just wrote. I wrote a lot of hello text, and in all of

them, I deleted. From hey, hello, hi, hey you, hello sir, hi it’s me, remember me? sup sweery, hey

handsome, good evening sir. Everything just didn’t seem right. I woke up the next morning at

around 7 am with my phone on my hands and the text field still blinking. I had deleted what I

wrote, and somehow got carried away by sleep. I gave myself a break from the entire issue and

decided to not think of that issue anymore. I mean I had already blown away the perfect opportunity

to talk to him the previous night so giving myself some time off to not worry about the situation

wasn’t going to harm me. Friday came so fast and so weird, it took me almost 2 hours to finally

decide to wake up and go to class. Then it took me 2 hours more to get over the fact that the lecturer

will be disappointed with me for not texting him while he had given me his number. So, it happened

that Friday was a scheduled practical lesson, this is where the lecturer gives the class a practical

assessment for them to complete on the computers and he goes around almost each one of the class

members helping them out whenever they got stuck. OK even before I say it, you have to agree

with me this was the worst idea ever because it's not that he is far away talking about things I don’t

know about, this time, he was close to me, really close, closer than ever. Since we where being

divided into groups of two, I found myself in my own group because of late arrival. This, like any

other thing that I have been finding myself into recently, was probably the worst idea ever. He

came over to my computer and looked at what I was doing over my shoulders, sensing his presence,

I turned over and our face met, all so close I could feel his heartbeat. Realizing the effect of what

I just did to myself, I signed and looked back to my desktop. He moved closer, closer and closer,

I could feel his breathing go right into my neck, I lost it. My whole body froze. My heart leaped7

and started pumping faster. He came even closer pretending to look at the screen. He asked what

I was doing, I couldn’t find my tongue, I tried, some mumbles came out. s**t, s**t, s**t. He

reached his arm over I felt my whole-body tickle. From where he was, I could breathe in his

aftershave and perfume. He stuffed my air, I felt like I was breathing him inside my body and

breathing pieces of me out. He picked my hands, he felt warm, I felt cold, so cold, he then placed

them on the desk then went for the keyboard, he wrote something on the screen may be to test if

what I was doing was working. Sensing that it didn’t, he reached his other arm and grabbed the

mouse. His both arms were from my back now and went through both sides of shoulders to my

front, get the picture? His head was way over my neck, I could feel it when he breathed out because

he blew right on my neck. This was the most erotic s**t av ever come across, I was paralyzed, I

was not able to do a thing. As he left, he clicked inside a text box inside the computer and wrote,

“tit for tat”. Then it hit! DAMN it! He was getting back at me for the day I was sitting in front,

remember how he couldn’t teach well the last time I sat in front? I didn’t see him again for the

entire lesson. Maybe it was because I got a group member who was late and he joined me in doing

the assessment. At last, we submitted, then I left. As I neared the house, I heard some people

laughing, the voices were fade but I could make up Yvonne and some other friends of hers and

probably some of my classmates. When I opened the door, they all looked at me, and there standing

in front of me was Yvonne, 6 of my classmates and friends and 2 of Yvonne’s friends, laughing.

And there, right on the hands of one of them was my diary! WHAT? I panicked, Yvonne came up

to me, “a lecturer?? really? “I felt the whole world crumble before me. s**t, s**t, s**t.