Part 4: How are you, Princessah

"Adey," Bruce waved me over.

"Hi," I gave him a hug. "What's going on?" I eyed the crowd that was gathered at the bottom of the stairs to our faculty building.

"Just some dance show." Bruce placed an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. "Why don't you go down and dance and win me a ticket to the upcoming concert?"

"Sure, I'll win it for you." I noticed Rodney eyeing us and I quickly stepped away from Bruce. Rodney and I dated back in high school, and a simple interaction with his gender would piss him off.

He wasn't like that anymore, he seemed to have redeemed his bad boy personality. More yet, he was just my ex, but I'm still conscious around him. Out of habit, I guess.

I walked up to him. "Hi,"

"You didn't have to come over." He said indifferently. "You looked just cute together."

Well, that was the difference; he wasn't like that when we were together. He would have just ignored me completely as a punishment for pissing him. I liked it back then, the fear of not knowing what would tick him off or when he would stop and start talking to me again.

It was like going out with a wired person, not knowing exactly where the main switch was located or what would detonate it nor the time it would self-destruct.

That was what kept me hooked. Danger was what attracted me, you could say.

"That's exactly why I came." I looked up at him. "I prefer our unparallel ex-ship over a cute relationship with him."

"Childish." He looked away, murmuring loud enough for me to hear.

I stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear. "Your kind of childish." Rodney didn't turn to look at me but I felt his heart pick up speed and as expected, he had a shy smile on.

Whether he said it or not, we both knew we shared some real chemistry before and the residues haven't been used up yet. The reaction could still continue even if the products wouldn't be of the best yield.

I mentally knocked myself. Rodney was my ex, Javier was my boyfriend.

Pulling away from Rodney, I asked. "Where's Dawn?"

"Either in some empty class asleep or smashing with her boyfriend." Rodney double raised his brows at me.

"No." I told him. I knew what he was trying to get at.

"Dawn has a boyfriend?" Bruce asked.

"Come to think of it, does she?" I questioned Rodney.

Rodney smiled and shrugged. "Not one that I know of."

And that reminded me of one thing about Rodney from when we were dating. He was the master of lies. One believed his words at their own risk.

"I'm going for class. I'll see you around." I told the boys.

"Sure." Bruce waved.

"Hang out at my place after your classes." That was Rodney.

"Mmmh, can't. Sorry." I apologized.

"You're going to see Javier, aren't you?" he asked, not bothering to conceal the irritation on his face or voice.

"He is my boyfriend." I told him. "I'm sorry."

Rodney didn't bother with what I said. He simply turned away and that was my cue.

I left.

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By the end of my classes I was exhausted and in no mood for boys. I called my brother's driver. The ride home was quiet and short, unlike ridding the school bus.

I got off at th beginning of the street. I needed a walk to calm my senss. My phone rang. Sure enough, it was him.

"Hi," I forced a smile into my voice.

"Are you still coming over?" Javier asked. "I've been expecting you an hour ago but you're still not here."

"I... I'm sorry... The lecture was extended and I was too exhausted I decided to call the driver and just go home..."

"No need to tell me all that. Am asking what's going on because it's been an hour now and I'm just home waiting."

Well... I didn't know what to say. Javier was all cool and cute but he had mood swings more intense than a girl on her days. Or perhaps I could quickly freshen up and go over...

"Why aren't you talking? What's so hard about saying you found someone more interesting to visit instead of me?"

"No, jeez no. I'm not even with anyone now. I just got home and I was thinking..."

"Tell me if you're still coming or not." Javier said.

"At least listen first." I told him. "I'm on my way home now and after freshening up"

"Adey, are you coming or not?"

As much as I liked them bad, I wasn't a fan of being treated according to the second party's mood at a selected moment. I had a temper, a loose tongue and in that instance, I was too exhausted to control all two.

And I'm not just trying to make up excuses for myself, this was my character and that much I knew.

"No."

"What?"

"I'm not coming, Javier." I told him.

"And why the fuck is that?" I could tell he had lost it. "You told me you'd come over and made me stay home like an idiot and wasted my time."

And just like that, he ended the call.

A deep gash slashed down my chest. I had no idea what that was, but I know it happened whenever I was hurt. I didn't even know why Javier's words hurt me, but they definitely worsened my day. A day that I didn't know what ruined it in the first place.

Perhaps Rodney?

"Hi?"

I turned. Blinked. And relaxed my facial muscles that had tensed up with gloom.

"How are you, Princessah."