The Billionaire's protege

Chapter three

I am a choice not an option, it’s either it’s me or it’s me_ Ashe Favour

NAOMI’S POV

People think it’s not easy to move on from some things. And of course it is not easy.

I totally agree with the majority on that. But sometimes there are issues you should just look at and move on from it like the next second but you just can’t shake off that feeling.

Like the way My best friend Sarah Amaya Wellington decides to forget doing the chores like she damn promised!

I am not even mad I just expected this but sometimes I really want people to shock Satan.

Like don’t be devilish for a second and see what the devil does.

I groan as I plop down on the bed in my dorm. I am so exhausted and my joints ache.

My dorm isn’t big but it isn’t small either and you have work like extra hard to get it clean. Especially when you have a lazy best friend.

Trust me I love Sarah to death, but there are a lot of things I do not approve of her.

Like the fact that she could comfortably leave the dorm without cleaning it or the fact that she could trash the room just looking for her shorts and not bother to arrange it or the fact that she could be slightly insensitive to most touching matters pertaining to me or maybe it’s just her coping mechanism to negative things. But sometimes have some heart.

Today I was supposed to be doing some volunteering but here I am cleaning up a mess I didn’t even make.

I always looked forward to volunteering, it was one of the many things that I loved doing. Being of help. I could willingly help but when I know I’m being manipulated into doing— It’s not like I don’t know— I will still help out anyway.

I think for people to try to manipulate someone into doing things for them then it’s because they can’t do it at all, or they don’t want to do it, or it may be something of a sensitive matter to them. No matter how small or petty or stupid it may sound.

Manipulating is wrong. I am establishing that but at the same time why is it even called manipulation. If it’s compelling and convincing then it’s because you have a heart.

Growing up in the midst of racists kinda gives me a different perspective to live. Apart from being Xenophobic, I just think people need a channel to deposit some things.

Things that may be part of an escape for them. I am not justifying racism, No that’s traumatic. But I think racist people are just people that have lost half their brains and being a little stupid is normal to them. To me, it’s just extreme stupidity that one should be held accountable for.

But it still doesn’t change the fact that racists are also people. They also have a mindset like everybody else and if anyone can have an opinion of their own, then they can too. No matter how absurd and stupid it may be.

Being so against them is like racism towards racist and that’s f****d up on a whole different level.

I just think we on the receiving side should just build some kind of self esteem and defense for ourselves.

I am Xenophobic, hell I hate being born in a country that barely accepts me, but here I am in another part of the world where everyone, both racist and none racist co-exist. That’s something.

I know I just thought about racism in the most absurd way. But don’t blame me. It is what happens when you have to clean a very dirty and dusty dorm room.

Sarah enters into the dorm room and let’s out an overdramatic gasp as she takes in the now clean room.

Our tiles didn’t have the strains on them cause I scrubbed them, I removed the pizza boxes and the candy wrappers. Her clothes were well arranged into her closet and the only thing I did for myself was pack my books from the reading table and put them in my wardrobe.

Most of what made the room look so dirty was her things

I give her a dirty look as I stand akimbo. She looks everywhere apart from my face.

“Sarah Amaya Wellington!” She grimaces as I call her middle name.

“I know I know I’m sorry but if it makes you feel better I filled in for you on your volunteering in that company” She says in a small voice.

“Really?!” My face lit up immediately.

“Yeah I had to go meet with some friends and I just decided to drop by the company” She explains.

“Well you are still going to do the chores tomorrow and next, no excuses!” I scold

“Yes ma’am” She concurs “I brought food” She glees.

“What’s that?” I ask taking the grocery bag from her

“Churros”

“You really know the way to my heart” I tell her and she smiles.

“Do you have classes today?” She asks me.

“Yeah I have one in three hours so I should get some rest. But not before having a taste of that churro” She laughs as she collects the bag and begins to offload everything.

She had bought a few ingredients for a cake and some spices.

She loved sugar but I loved food. I wasn’t a glutton though but I eat enough.

There was this one time I had this eating disorder. Was it Bulimia now? It’s not something I like to remember so much.

A racist had said something about my body when she saw me eating a burger on the street. For two years I threw up everything I ate.

Most of the time I would always stick my finger deep into my throat so I can feel lighter.

It messed with my head so much. I thought I was too fat and needed to loose some weight.

So I stuck to just taking light food and liquids. It took time to come out of it.

My boyfriend at that time Oliver was really supportive and actually helped me out of it.

Even though he did all of that to just get into my pants, the s*x was still good.

I lost my Virginity to a racist. I was fifteen at the time and I had been getting back from school that day.

It’s not something I love to think about or to remember. But all I can think of right now was how it happened so dam fast.

“See you later Sarah” I call out to her as I run out the door.

I didn’t like to be late to class and even though I was going to be an hour early I still didn’t mind.

Thankfully my dorm was so close to all my classes all I had to do was walk.

I take a deep breath as I walk through the pavement. It’s almost summer and I can’t wait to go to a beach and finally relax.

When all of this is over I will finally get to work at Hamilton’s Holdings.

It had been my dream to work there. They had the best internship program in the state and if I worked hard enough they would employ me as a full time employee.

The thought made me so giddy. The last time I had gone there, I was there for my volunteering. The company’s magnificence never got old. I still gawked at things I found interesting and I always make mental notes to spend time in some places that I found interesting.

I was only interested in the marketing strategies so I always volunteered to sell at their mini trade fairs that they did everyday.

I always got to meet cute little children wanting teddy bears or toys, or when I worked at the vet department of the company where I had to sell dogs. I could be surrounded with cuteness all day. That’s not something I would want to pass up on.

I had just one class and it was going to last for two hours. The class is to start by three and it’s barely two. But I am not ready to ruin my perfect attendance.

There was this one time I totally forgot I had class. That day wasn’t so much of a good day for me and I just wanted to sleep and get that day over with.

I had rested my head for like a second before I jolted up from the bed. That was the first time I had gotten to class five minutes early and didn’t have time to go through the notes of the last class all over again.

Yes I am one of those people that think- Sorry that knows school is fun. The frustration that comes with the professors or the creep always hitting on you or the drama you come across everyday.

It was nice to experience such things. It’s part of your story. So yeah school is a place of memories and even if I may not be living a life out of a book, I know one thing for sure, I am making memories.

Walking into class I took my sit at the front like I always did. This was one of the reasons I always choose to come early. So I could sit at the front.

Mind you, this is not associated with being a nerd. At least in my own perspective, even if I was a dull Student I would still sit in front.

Sitting in front guarantees you get out of the class faster. You are practically closer to the door.

All you gotta do is walk out straight into the hallways then go wherever you want to go to.

And I get to hear the professor without being distracted by the noises from my colleagues.

Those little side talks you hear during class while trying to listen to the lecturer… it’s just really annoying.

Like can you just shut up for like three hours. Absurd right? I know.

There are people who can’t even talk and they are living life.

So just shut up!

The most annoying part is they talk about the stupidest of things.

I stopped sitting at the back since highschool. Mostly because of the crude words coming out from the school bully’s mouth. Have you ever been compared to a BMW but in the most traumatizing way.

Let’s not even think about that now. Or the one time when I was compared to the middle of a person’s ass where the sun literally ever shines. They said— Well he said— and I quote

“You look like the middle of a person’s butt cheeks, you know that one place where the sun literally never shines on?” And another was like “You look like when there’s a power outage, I literally can’t see you”

Trust me those were times when I even got scared of being in the dark. I had been dissed so much I had gotten so tired. I decided to get a surgery, you know Michael Jackson style.

When I got the money, I couldn’t even do it because my brother —Who is now dead— needed it for his heart surgery.

Poor Timothy. He was so young but he had a heart of gold. He was my only little brother. But he had died so quickly because of a racist country that didn’t care about the life of a little boy who had yet to see life.

I was thankful that I had the money at that time, hell I thanked God so hard that I had thought about having that surgery. Infact at the point I couldn’t be more thankful for racism.

But when we got to the hospital the doctors literally attended to people with minor cases taking their time just because we were black.

My brother had to go into the operation room as quick as possible but this people decided to take their time.

When they finally got into the theatre, it wasn’t up to fifteen minutes later, the doctor walked out of the theatre muttering the same words that hunted my dream and still hunts my dreams till tomorrow.

“God forbid I touch that thing in there”