The Lovelorn

The Fortuitous

I ran to the department of Literature. I was sent for the school debate preparation. Since I started my secondary education in Bethel Advanced; I had been the lead speaker of of the debate team. And we hadn't been bad so far. The last time I had went out with other debaters for the national debate competition in Dutse. It was awesome. But tragic.

First, I felt dizzy in the school bus we boarded to take to the destination. At a point,I started to develop malady and began to suffocate and I did vomited frequently. I was so unconscious to the extend that I collapsed. Everyone that were in the bus had screamed,cried,shrieked and some had prayed. The teacher assigned to look after us throughout the competition was perplexed and be running helter skelter. And they driver was impatient. And the teacher setted a pace, and he's the one with greater burden. And it was so for ten minutes or more. They'll thought that I was about to give up the ghost and the whole bus trembled. They thought maybe I had been sick even before the competition approached but have hidden it away from the public notice. I wonder why they thought so. Maybe because of the way they had called a die hard competition addict and had said that I'm only at school for competition purposes and had also stated that if I'm not cautious, I may die through an accident due to constant trip in the name of competition. And I knew that some of them may thought that I had an inner ailment due to the fact that I had been through such condition and it had been a norm to me at the various previous competitions we had attended and the ones we had one too. But I do know what my problem was and I knew that all their guesses were fallacies. I had been allergic to the smell of fuel or diesel. Especially the once that revolves inside the vehicle and had emanated from the engine or God knows where. It weakens and suffocates me and that was what I had undergone all these while ,even recently.

Though I was ashamed of myself, my white wears ,they all were stained and was disgusting. Both the trouser and the shirt. I couldn't do nothing and I knew that Sir Douglas ,the teacher that we were assigned to for the competition had something to utter,but he swallowed it.

I had taken some energy drinks and Fearless energy booster and had eaten a loaf of bread. And none of them came from my pocket and I was a bit glad and the whole students envied me. And I did recovered and the journey was furthered. And all was nice, only my wears wasn't.

The whole story spanned in varied at the competition arena.

When we reached Dutse, at an All girls secondary school named with Latino and was hard or maybe impossible to pronounce. And we had asked and they gave us the exact pronunciation but I couldn't store it on my medula. Maybe "Gorikap Tachia Bliss" or similar stuff.

We were caught up with a new style that hadn't prepared for.

At first,we were given two topics;One was on Patent Protection and the other was on social gathering at curfew times ,something like that. I once had an idea that we had to at least learn both topics; not only that but to also study the opposing and proposing sides of both. But sir Douglas thought us otherwise and justified his opinion and despised mine.

I couldn't utter any word,he's my teacher. He said that they only gave us the topic that had talked about Patent Protection to prepare for and the other topic was for the rest of the schools and we had accepted that since their a many schools that were in for the gold and I did nodded in affirmation and same did other debaters. But I knew that I had to follow my mind ,and I did studied both topics. It won't cost me any dime they wouldn't give us both and if they eventually do,it would be an added benefit.

Now we were stood like a Herd in a desert. We had to make a blink pick at those two topics on which one to commence with. They had folded two papers and had summoned us to pick any and unravel it. Any topic you unravel had been your automatic field of defend. I'm the lead speaker, and it automatically held me in a position to chose and I did and it was grotesque. I had unraveled it and it was the same topic that we hadn't studied ,quiet unfortunate. I glared at our Master's eyeball and it was blur. Same as other debaters. We were stocked.

When it's time to pick both sides; the opposing and proposing, they did the same and we did pick the proposing side and it kicked off.

I had to do my stuff because the ocean ain't any strange the shark. At the end ,my enough was enough to secure us the desirable. I can't recall the amount of "thank you, God bless you" I had received from Sir Douglas. I couldn't count them and what happened astonished the whole students and it was so.

So now,they won't attend any debate competition without Theodore Daniel and how proud I'm, even my soul can testify that I'm the best.

I reached the English Literature department which serves as the main arena for the school debate club meetings. Unluckily, Jane's there and she's been cheered like ever before. I was depressed at the sight of her. I couldn't see any other student because I couldn't look with my brain, I only glare with my bare eyes and it doesn't work. It's like being fed on a chaff and it won't adhere with any diet rather ,it will form an enigma. I managed to say "Good afternoon Sir" as controlled as I can be. I did even knew which side the teacher was. I reached for a chair and sat.

"Daniel,why did you come this late" I glared mindedly, it's Sir Douglas, and his voice was mild and nice. And he continued;

"and I did announced that you shouldn't come with your chairs. we have enough here, you shouldn't have brought yours."

I thought maybe he wasn't mindful or reply and his question didn't demand so either. I raised and drag my chair towards the door to return it to my idle locker.

He called up and had said that I shouldn't worry,that I should sit down and that after the lessons, I will then requite it. I didn't utter any word all the whiles and I saved my saliva and only nods and act and stare at the devil in my blood ,Jane,and the same I does ever. since morning. I will glare at her forehead which I always see the letters in bold and clearer than ever "I hate you". I don't know why no one sees that. Why only me. Anyways, I now know that I hate her the more.

Sir Douglas had littered the board with letters and he had raised his head to address everyone;

" Ok,now listen, we are preparing for a government Sponsored debate and we needs more people,about 10 debaters" he proclaimed and his eyes rotates at each word and his eyes seems like it speaks more than the lips. And he glares at every other eye in the room.

"I don't know..." He continued. "How many are you here?" He never needed any reply,he numbered us immediately. Some students aided him with the counts with their eyes and no one uttered a word but they did in their hearts though, maybe and when he said "Ok thirty". They had nodded. Everyone nodded. I nodded too.

"We will have two groups of five debaters, and that's why we are here today", Sir Douglas uttered and after a minute, he denounced it and stated that we rather merge in twos and it was enforced and the world students liked it.

I can help myself. I had screamed," again" immediately, her ordered that. And everyone had turned to face me and I had tapped at a boy close to me and I hadn't knew him before,no had set an eye on him before. I just had to do it to avert all eyes that everyone had blazed on me. Mr Douglas had asked what it is and I replied,nothing. I did tapped the boy again and asked if he had a pen. He smiled,maybe he knew that it were all a camouflage. It was strange though,I couldn't tell what the smile depicts but it was weird and the teeth's,they are ugly. Maybe he...,what? Nothing. It's what it's.

I felt unease, everything flews over my damn head. I couldn't hear nothing until Sir Douglas said ;

"Jane,you will go with Daniel". First it was unclear to me but when it got down to my ribs,it electrocuted me and I nearly screamed but I held my unease and controlled my unconsciousness with my spared strength. She dragged her seat and placed it at the right corner near mine. She tried to touch my hand. I didn't knew why but I showed no resistance. I only throw a strange glance at her and she returned it with a cheerful smile. She's beautiful and beaming but nah, I don't care.

I prayed that everything ends fast and my prayer were adored. She weren't bad with me though, only that I felt unease.

It had ended. I couldn't wait for no nil, I dashed outside and thought of what next to do;I had no dime to purchase any snacks, and they never accepts credit but my intestines ain't concerned at all. He's bad.

" Danny" I heard from the back and it was her, I knew her voice even at the possible lowest outcome and it was so because we were uncouthly familiar. It was just like that an crying from beneath the hole. Especially, that of a grasshopper but it's nice and melodious.

She threw a Cream Crackers biscuit to me,I caught it half way to the ground. And I had heard her say 'take' as she threw the biscuit and that was so clearly because my intestine wanted me to hear that and I could reject it. Maybe because I don't want to,or because I couldn't say no and I don't even know how to,or maybe because I was hungry. But I know that even if I could have rejected it. Not now.

I couldn't say thank you , I wanted to but the words persisted not to come fourth.

She was glaring at me with laughter in her lips,and all over her face. And her lips were cute,good for a man to kiss. I knew she did expected my thank you but no,I couldn't. At a point, she gave up. And she said

"Let's go to the classroom" and turned to climb the stairs. She turned again to glare at me,a look in her eyes uttered "together". But she can't utter it,maybe she's afraid I couldn't accept that but I understood and decided to move with her. As we were climbing the stairs, her admiration had taken over my veins. Her posture, a medium body with big waist and curved hips. Her face was glooming with rich-men chin that's full of laughter. Her moves like that of the white women of North America that we watched in movies. I did so a lot and admired a lot. Almost everything I saw amazed me. And I longed for her. She's cute.

I began to hear sounds at the corridor of the second storey of the school building, and it emanates from the last room at the left and that's actually,Jss 3 classroom. And my mind guessed, maybe a phone because we were used to that. A music will be putted on through the phone and the girls will dance to it and they does that almost each school day. I had always wondered, do boys dance too?. Maybe,but in our class ,no. Maybe only mad men dance. Jane ran into the class immediately after hearing the music. That's actually what she loves most;dancing, and she has San expertise in it and very tactical.

I moved slowly into the class to act as decent as I can. And pretend like I hate to watch the dancers who displays their inner were and pullulate their womanhood. I knew; I knew it's erroneous but that pleasures all the boys in the class. Except maybe me who Denys the pleasure by presence.

I reached the door and she held my hand. Jane;she's evil. I discovered that all the dancers held a boy they had like to dance with and they called us couples and I hated it. I buried my face in shame,wanted to close my eyes with my bare left hand but no. I had seen evil. The evilest of the evil. She dragged me around and we whirled the whole class and many times had she urged me to dance and I couldn't, I don't know how to,I can only sing,yeah ,I know I can but I won't now. She hugged me and the whole class cheered us immensely. Laurette captured a shot on us with her techno android phone and they called us couples and it was a hullabaloo and the name stayed,never wanted to live but when I peeped at her forehead;They letter was there still,rather more clearly and brightens sharply and I had replied in my mind, I hate you too. And that continued.