He came running toward me, dripping with sweat. His shirt was half–tucked, his face unshaven, and his whole appearance screamed chaos.
“Mike? Is that you? How did you even get into the school? I thought you’d been expelled. What are you doing here?” I asked, confused.
“I came to visit some of my friends—of course, that includes you. I hope you’re happy to see me,” he said, almost proudly.
Happy? Who the hell did he think he was? This was the same guy who dragged me into his rape case, and now he had the nerve to call me his friend? Worse still, he was expecting me to be glad about it. This guy must be losing his mind. And to top it all, he even looked like someone who had completely lost it.
Before I could even respond, two school security men appeared and grabbed him. He begged them to let him stay, but they ignored his pleas. As they dragged him away, he screamed at the top of his lungs, loud enough to draw a small crowd of curious students.
I overheard one of them whisper that Mike was wanted by the police.
Wanted? For the same rape case the court dismissed as a “foolish case”? Or had he committed another crime? My chest tightened. What if he dragged me into something else?
Rumours started flying. Some said Mike had impregnated the girl he had been with in the classroom. Others claimed he was caught smoking Indian hemp in a ghetto, but somehow managed to escape when he was arrested. I had no idea what was true or false, so I pushed the gossip aside. The bell rang for “break over,” snapping me back into reality. I dashed to class.
I didn’t get the chance to see Priscy during second break, so I promised myself I’d find her right after closing. But another idea came to me—what if I sent the letter to her through the senior housemaster’s office? Maybe I could deliver it personally. But no—that was a terrible idea. She’d immediately know it came from me.
The thought of handing her the letter consumed me until the final bell rang. I rushed straight to her class, bag slung over my shoulder. She was there—but not alone. A few students were seated, and a teacher was at the board. Extra classes.
My heart sank. Still, I waited outside her classroom, hoping they’d finish soon. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. By the thirtieth minute, it was clear the lesson was far from over. Disappointed, I decided to drop my bag at the dormitory and come back.
Love makes you do insane things. Things you’d swear you’d never do—until you catch yourself doing them. That was me right then. I didn’t care how drained I felt; all I cared about was my “Priceless” Priscy.
But fate had other plans. When I reached the dormitory, Jake was already sitting on my bed, waiting for me. I thought of turning back, but our eyes met before I could escape.
“Hey KD, where have you been? I’ve been waiting here so long,” he said, as though he had the right to monitor my movements.
“I stayed back in class to finish an assignment,” I lied.
“Oh, okay. I hope you’re ready for Bible studies. You look tired, but I want you to lead today’s session,” Jake added, almost like it was an order.
I wanted to refuse. The last thing I needed was him thinking I only joined the prayer group because of Priscy. So I said, “I asked Priscy to wait for me after her extra classes, so I want to see her now. Make sure you read the Bible quotations well.”
And with that, I left the dormitory and headed back toward Priscy.
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