SEVEN
752 Words
Later on, during sports, Claire stood in front of SS2A and immediately OJ saw her and asked her to come in. As usual, OJ was a back bencher along with Henry and Jerry. Funny enough, they were in class.
Her eyes were fixed on them as she walked to OJ. Henry dipped a hand in his pocket, brought out a pack of Mentos, took out one and into his mouth, then passed the pack to Jerry.
She stood in front of OJ’s locker and said,
“Senior. I’m here…”
“I thought you’d not come” she started feeling very uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her. With eyes that seemed like he could devour her any second. OJ then looked at Jerry.
“Jerry, you still dey with that past question?”
“You want to collect it?”
“Are you still using it?”
“No”
OJ looked at her,
“Go and help me collect that past question”
“Yes Senior” she moved over to the other row over to where Henry and Jerry sat, stretched her hand to collect the book from him, ‘this guy was crazy’ She thought. She then realized he was already looking at her and she took the book and walked back to OJ.
“Sit down”
He then said after she had finally sat on the seat next to him. “How are you?”
“I’m fine”
“Which class are you in? Claire… Right?”
“Yes. I’m in SS1D”
“Okay. I just wanted to get to know you better” she forced herself not to clear her throat or laugh even. The only thing that rang in her mind was how she really wanted to get out of there.
They talked and then at a point she noticed Henry and Jerry casting glances in her direction. Then Jerry turned to Henry and whispered something else to him and he laughed.
These two guys were just frustrating. Later on, they stood up; they were both wearing white T-shirts and red singlet handed to-match jerseys and black canvas.
They both walked out of the class heading to the basketball court. At a point, Claire made up an excuse to leave; she really wanted to see the match. She really wanted to see the match. She had never missed before and she was not about to miss it for a guy that wasn’t worth it.
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I was in the bleachers at the stadium with Christy and Kamsy, Ahmed was with his other male friends in the front row. Claire walked up to us. We all looked at her with heavy grins, eager to listen to her gist when she sat beside me.
Trust Claire. She narrated everything like she was telling her favorite movie. She kept reprimanding Senior Jerry. I was already wondering if she already liked him.
I really didn’t even know that Senior Henry liked Mentos; I smiled lightly and wrote it at the back of my diary. Then I felt stupid but stupidity was a way of having fun. At least that was what my mother thought.
My mum is a fun, crazy woman in her late thirties, 39 years to be specific. I closed my eyes, tore a new sheet of paper and began to draw. Sometimes, I’d stop and look at Senior Henry playing. He was in team Tigers, the team on red. They were two points ahead of team Leopards, the other team. The coach was already obviously frustrated. Claire kept watching the paper carefully till the image was made out. Her eyes gleamed,
“Wow, you drew him” She said touching the paper lightly, a drawing of Senior Henry. She snatched it and passed it to Kamsy and Christy. “See what Chisom drew…”
Their eyes gleamed too
“Wow…”
“Give me…”
I stretched to get the paper but Claire snatched it back from Christy and put it inside the bodice of her dress.
“Claire!”
“Put your hand inside and collect it na!”
“You think I cannot do it?”
“Don’t worry, Senior Henry must see this”
“Claire! You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oya watch me”
She immediately smirked when she pictured Senior Henry’s reaction to it. That would mean more hot gist…
People around started cheering. The tigers had won. They were busy giving each other high fives.
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