Moth to Her Flame

Cinderella,well kinda

I heard her before I saw her. I looked towards where I’d heard her familiar laugh. She took my breath away as usual.

You could tell Cee cared about herself when you saw her, she didn’t dress like other girls on campus. She stood out, almost like there was a spotlight on her or something maybe because she turned heads when she walked by

This wasn’t my first time seeing her and I was still in awe.

God, she was beautiful and she knew it. It was in the way she looked ahead as if she was oblivious to all the stares ,but with that faint upturn of her lips I knew she knew the effect she had on people and she was pleased with it.

I leaned into one of the pillars, watching her as chatted and laughed with her friends. She was refreshing to look at.

Almost as if she could feel the intensity of my gaze, she looked up right at me. I was about to raise my hand to wave when she looked away.

Oh, that was hurtful.

Was she embarrassed about the night before? Girls. I didn’t care. I thought it was bold and I found that really endearing and sexy.

I was contemplating what to make of this new development when someone hugged me and put their arms around my neck. I faked a smile,stalling, and trying to remember her name. “I can’t believe you haven’t texted me after all you did to me last night.”

I felt the smile melting off my face. The girl that tried to give me a second circumcision. I just stared at her with a blank face. I knew my face was blank because I was really irritated.

Usually, I’d have texted her after the party about how I couldn’t stop smiling thinking about what we did, you know to get another serving, but only if she blew my mind or something.

I was still in pain and here she was .”Oh”, she said, her eyes wide, withdrawing her hands, probably thinking of how I’d “played” her and was pretending to not to know in her public.

“I’m sorry”, I said quickly, smiling that smile that quenched the anger of every woman, even my mom. “I’ve just been in a mood since yesterday”.

“Ohhh”, she said smiling brightly. “Okay, then”, securing her arms back. I held one arm and did the triangle trick.

She had t**s and teeth which she shoved in my line of vision as she promised to be around until I was okay, all I had to do was call.

I nodded my head and pulled back, swinging my gaze to where I’d seen Cassie. She and her friends were gone.

It was still 3:45. There was going to be a four o clock class, so she’d be back. I found myself walking out to the car park and had a garden opposite and sat on one of the benches to wait to catch a glimpse of her.

I’d barely say for a minute when Karen’s boyfriend honked at me, I threw a mock salute and brought out my phone watching stories on i********:.

I was deep in my explore feed when I heard a a scream cut short by uncontrollable laughter.

There she was, really laughing with a friend.

When I got to her, she was trying to remove the heel of her shoe from the grate.

Cee has style, accompanied with a high taste I guess.

She does.

It must be hard to please her when it comes to gifts.

After helping her to a bench, dusting off her feet

“Oh My God, your foot is swollen. Does it hurt?”

The smile disappeared off her face.

First she snatched her foot out of my hand and then snatched her shoe a little harder. “No,no, it doesn’t hurt”. “I just have fat feet”, she added slipping on her shoe and using the bench for support, before walking off and dragging her friend who was fighting back a smile.

Uh-Oh

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I first thought of asking Jamal if I could have her number so I could apologize to her, but then I remembered that I didn’t want to involve him.

I had to make this right. I just wasn’t going to let her go without even getting to know her a little more.

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Thank God I decided to check in my muted updates that day out of boredom when I saw this compilation of videos and pictures advertising a brand that does suprises. It opened with an arrangement of flowers and chocolates and a card that read “I’m sorry”.

Without wasting any more time, I swiped up. I was about to text the poster when I looked up and saw her name.

Hell no.

I wasn’t in the mood to get into with this girl. I could text her now and be stuck ignoring calls everyday till the end of the week.

Luckily, there was a number at the end of the video, which I copied out and promptly texted.

At the end of the day, we agreed on a box of brightly colored donuts, chocolates, a bottle of sweet red wine, a bouquet of red roses and a pair of earrings the vendor promised me she’d like.

I guess she’s pretty good at what she does. The first thing she asked me after making an inquiry was the type of woman I thought she was.

I was stumped at first

Did I really know her?

The few qualities I knew about her wouldn’t help in this situation.

Oh yes.

She had expensive taste.

That much was obvious.

Nothing but the best was going to be good enough for her.

Another obstacle was giving out her address and phone number.

My heart was sinking at this point, I thought it was definitely done at this point.

Only for the vendor to ask if I was a secret admirer.

She seemed to have a thing for this genre, because her enthusiasm peaked and she asked for her name and department, that she was going to do her investigation at no added expenses.

She really was the Suprise fairy as she called herself on her ad.

Turns out she knew Cee, not personally but they were in the same department.

Aphrodite was really doing her thing wasn’t she.

We concluded on the price and I paid.

I reminded her not to disclose my name under any circumstances.

I almost forgot that it was supposed to be an apology.

She asked if I wanted to write some special words.

I figured “I’m sorry” would do just fine. I honestly didn’t know what to say without sounding cringey. “Your foot is not fat, it’s thick”?

“Im sorry for thinking your foot was hurt when it’s actually just fat”?

I’d never speak to me again if I was her and I didn’t want that.

I wanted to get to know her.

I wanted to get close to her.

I wanted to know what made her happy so I could always do it to see her smile.

When Cee smiled at you or in your direction.

It felt like you were bestowed a gift.

She rarely smiled by the way. She had a permanent frown and sometimes, pouted like a spoilt princess.

Her face was unbelievably pretty but also very unwelcoming.

She obviously wasn’t with sh*ts. She didn’t look like someone you could mess with. She’d check you hard and fast.

I hadn’t witnessed it, but I could vaguely remember some accounts given by Jamal and looking at her, I really had no doubts.

My phone ringing cut into my thoughts.

Fiona.

I’d totally forgotten that I’d planned a booty call today, I was also supposed meet up with Jamal and the rest of the gang later today.

His cousin came to visit and he wanted to show him around, but if there was something my boys knew how to do , it was having fun. So he invited the rest of the gang.

Now, hanging with the boys or back shots that sounded like gun violence.

Honestly, hanging with the boys sounded like more fun today. At least they wouldn’t ask me what I want from them after having fun.

Fiona was a cool girl. She’d understand. She always understood.