Hey! Hello!

I turned and I was standing face to face with an angel. I realized I have been called out by the girl I had always been fantasising about since she came into our school. Her fair skin, beautiful oval face, pointed nose. God she was alluring. This is the closest I've been to her ever since I stumbled on her.
My eyes traveled down to her chest, to her shapey waist, down to her long slender legs and back up to rest on her uncommon large buxom.

Excuse me

she said scoffing. I was jolted back to reality by her savoury Fulani voice. I traced her eyes and realised my little junior had erected to 90°. I was embarrassed and I quickly covered it with my school bag.

Please I'm looking for the home economics lab, can you please direct me?

she pleaded.

oh right, it's just at the down floor of the storey building behind the library

I replied.

thank you

she said as she smiled and walked away gracefully.

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I just had my moment, everything stood still, but I couldn't utter the words I had always rehearsed in my solitude. I walked away feeling both dejected and happy, smiling gleefully to myself.

Please is this seat occupied?

I looked up realising the voice and there she was, smiling down at me.

no, it's not

I replied, quickly removing my bag and shifting to the edge of the desk as the government teacher walked in.

I'm really far behind, do you have the complete note?

she asked.

yes

I replied, while I scurried to flip through to assure her it was truly complete.

can you please lend me, I'll return it on Sunday during night prep

she asked.

no problem

I replied.

All through the class I couldn't concentrate anymore. I was lost in thought. She's actually sitting next to me. Has she been noticing me too? Why did she choose to sit next to me? Is she still remembering that incident on our first encounter? (stupid me).

hey, you're not writing anything. He's started dictating"

she said, bringing me back from my daydreaming.

After the class I gave her my note. When I left the class, different guys walked up to me, guys who have never talked to me.

Guy how far, How did you do it?

Do you know her before?

Mulla make we see later na

another begged.
I didn't know who to reply first. I smiled to myself sheepishly.

Zainab has been the talk of the school since she transferred here, every guy admired her, even ss3 boys started frequenting our class, she's been approached severally and all these while I'd stare at these senior boys jealously; female students envied and hated her, simply because she had stolen the shine off them. But Zainab was one reclusive, quiet girl who seem never to enjoy all the fuss and attention she's getting.

I walked back to my hostel, wishing and praying for Sunday 7pm to come quickly. I can't wait to see my fantasy again. That was the only thought in my head.

Zainab was the topic in my hostel, ss3 boys would boast of how they've approached her and setup a meeting with her during preps and games time, ss2 boys would brag about how they've talked to her about meeting at the lab during school hours.

She's mine I kept saying to myself while I lay on my bed and I will get her soon.

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Wednesday came and went, Thursday trickled ever so slowly, Friday came with its fellowship and fatigue/labour period. Saturday was boring, Sunday finally came. Time had never been so slow. I would walk from the hostel to the field and back to the hostel, checking the time.

why won't 7pm just reach for heaven sake. I would soliloquy.

Finally 7pm came. I took my bath, brushed my hair, put on my ironed day wear, polished my sandals, carried my bag and ran down to class. I sat down at my favorite seat. Few minutes past 7pm she walked in, straight to my seat.

hi, sorry I didn't get your name, I'm Zainab

(who doesn't know your name?)

My name is David, I replied, I'm from...

but I heard some guys calling you Mulla

she interrupted.

oh! Erm! I Urm...!

trying to explain how the name came about.

I actually liked the name mulla, it's unique and I'll prefer calling you that if you don't mind,

she said giggling.

How I hated it when I was first called that...but God go bless those boys wey gimme that name. From now on, mulla will stick with me forever...

I could practically see her blush, she quickly looked away.

I'm in love"

I whispered to myself.

Here's your book, you have a nice handwriting by the way" she said.

I smiled, unable to reply her.

can I get your economics or commerce note"

she asked.

sorry I didn't come with any of them. I'll bring them tomorrow to class

I replied.

that would be great, thanks

she said.

I put something in your note, please don't read it until you get back to your hostel, promise?

she said again.
I just nodded my head like an agama lizard.

and I'm reading here with you tonight, I don't need your permission on that

she said winking at me.

I sat there speechless, motionless. Eyes were staring at me, heads were turning, whisperers were whispering.

David

I heard my name, I turned and saw our labour prefect in ss3 at the window."come here now

he blurted.

My problems had just begun in this school but who cares, I had just won over the most coveted asset in the school. I'm living the dream.

To be continued...

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