Chapter 2

The chairs in the classroom were all faced right to the board, and he was sited at the very front. Two seats were joined together and the seat closest to him was left empty. Finally walking up to where he sat I sat by his side and smiled.

"Hey babe." He said softly and I smiled, sheepishly. Jesus Christ! If it were possible I would have shot myself in the head. I was acting in such embarrassing manner.

I didn't want to act this way but I just couldn't help myself.

"Hey." I replied, a little bit shy.

He closed the book he was reading to give me full attention and my eyes followed his hands to the book. The law of equity. Even the name gave me chills. To think I'll be writing an exam on it in the next two years was one of my many unbearable nightmares as a law student.

"So How are you?" He asked looking at me intently. Even through his glasses I could see he was checking me out and my skin felt stung by many tiny little bees. I felt uncomfortably comfortable.

"Fine." I answered simply.

I thought of ways to spark up a conversation so I don't look like a pussy. The one I was last night when he tried to hug me and I stood still like a log of wood. It wasn't that I didn't want to hug him but, I just, he took me by surprise and everything still felt so surreal.

Maybe our souls were connected already but our bodies, not yet. We hadn't gotten to the point were his eyes would undress me and I would willingly want to be undressed.

"I want to write a short fiction." I said after some seconds of uncomfortable silence where he kept looking at me with a smug smile and I kept trying my best to look anywhere but at him.

He turned to face the board smiling mischievously.

"What is it?" I snapped. I didn't know If I was angry at him or angry at myself but I was suddenly well, angry.

"I didn't think you were this shy. You are so bold and daring when we chat." He chuckled. He always found a way to mock me but that was not the infuriating part of it, the Infuriating part of it was that I loved it.

"I'm not shy." I said more to myself than to him.

"You are Ugo!" He laughed.

"Oh my God! This is ridiculous. I'm not in the mood to argue with you Emeka." I breathed. He always had that effect on me. Always knew how to push my buttons so I acted like the drama queen that I was. He just knew how to get to me, how to make me smile, how to make me laugh, how to make me so very angry I just wanted to kill someone. I was his puppet and he was the puppet master. Still, I found no query in it, I loved it.

"Ok. Ok!"

"Please give me your phone." I requested hands outstretched still slightly pissed.

"Why" His eyes widened a little. It was good they were covered with glasses because they were big and they got even bigger when he was angry or when our arguments were getting a little bit more heated. In those times his eyes would get so big and I'll become either scared or amused. Sometimes I thought him funny to look at.

"I want to use the GP calculator."

He unlocked his phone and opened the app. I didn't get mad that he didn't give me his phone because I was honestly not one of those girls who liked to check their boyfriends phone looking for what they didn't want to find. I loved my privacy hence I loved to give it.

"Ok fine tell me your grades." He stared. I happily told him my grades, 6 A's and 2B's. I was proud and exuberant. Although I was a little sad for the B's I had, I was still proud because deep down I knew that I didn't really work hard for the A's even. I hardly read except it was two days to the exam. Thankfully God gave me somewhat of a photographic memory.

He told me his grades too, more of B's. I was surprised. He read more than I could ever read. But it didn't show much his grades, it showed more in his conversations, in his eyes. He may lack anything but never knowledge. He knew something about everything something I couldn't say for myself. He was the first person I came in contact with that loved to read as much as I loved to write.

"I could get a 5.0 you know. All A's" He bragged and I rolled my eyes.

"Yea right. My GP will always be higher than yours don't get it twisted." I smirked. I loved that we could talk about this. I loved that for once I didn't have to be humble or pretend to be humble because he was here and I could be me and free and proud.