“Oh, the girl who came to us this morning while we were chatting. That’s her over there. Let me call her and do a proper introduction.”
I didn’t like the idea of him calling her, but before I could protest, he had already done it.
“KD, meet Priscy, our prayer director. Priscy, this is KD, our new member.”
I shook her hand—and refused to let go. Her sugar-candy lips said, “Hello,” and I muttered, “Hi.” I stared straight into her bright eyes. And yes, my gaze caught those pencil-thin eyebrows. I was mesmerised. Her looks could drive any sane guy into a world of perpetual fantasy.
Jake pried her hand out of my grip and told me to go back to class.
What impudence! If not for love, would I even be here, letting him order me about? He should wait until I reveal my real character. For the sake of love, I would remain calm. For the sake of love, I would play the fool. For the sake of love, I would be his slave. But when I finally win Priscy’s heart, then Jake will know who the real boss is.
And the most annoying part? He had the guts to question me—asking whether I had come to the praying ground because of Priscy. Who does he think he is? A prophet? A seer? A sorcerer? Well, we’ll see.
Then I remembered the letter—the love letter I had written for my crush, Priscy. Oh, you thought I’d forgotten about it? Not at all. That plan was still very much alive.
When I got to class, I could suddenly understand everything the teacher said. Priscy’s handshake was working wonders. If a simple handshake could make me grasp every detail, what would a hug or a kiss do? I imagined how a kiss from her would be. Would it be sweeter than Lucy’s? And could I even win her heart? A prayer director? If I didn’t play my cards well, she might end up pinning me down and preaching to me instead. I needed to convince her I was serious about my Christian life.
During the second break, I went to the senior housemaster’s office to execute my plan.
“I hope you’re not coming here to report someone?” he asked as soon as he saw me.
“No, sir. I’m here for my letter, please,” I answered.
“There are three boxes on the table over there,” he said. “Look through them to find yours. If you find it, write your name, date, and class in the notebook on the table.”
If I were truly coming for a letter, I wouldn’t have the patience to go through that pile. I took one of the boxes and started rifling through it, all the while spying on the housemaster to see if he was watching. Luckily, he was busy writing. I slipped my letter out of my back pocket and added it to the pile.
I stood there for a few minutes, then told him I couldn’t find my letter.
“But are you sure your name was mentioned at the assembly hall?” he asked.
“I didn’t hear my name,” I said, “but one of my friends told me the prefect mentioned it the other day.”
I acted disappointed, but deep inside I was thrilled. The letter was in. All I had to do now was wait for Priscy’s name to be called at the assembly hall. I couldn’t wait to see her “holy” face after she had received and read it.
I was confident that, now that I’d been introduced as a member of the prayer group, it would give me the perfect chance to get close to her. The only person who could pose a threat was Jake. I needed a plan—a plan that would make him believe in me and never suspect that I had joined the prayer group because of Priscy.
I decided to pay Priscy a surprise visit in her class. But on my way, I heard someone call my name.
I turned. It was Mike—the rapist.
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