Chapter 6

Yawning, I picked the call hurriedly removing the earpiece from it's mouth. It was emeka and I didn't want to take chances. I wanted him to hear me and I wanted him to hear me. I couldn't trust the earpiece.

"Hey babe." His tiny voice rang out. I wasn't still used to this, the endearment, "Hey babe" it made me smile each time.

"Hey."

"How are you?"

"I'm fine." I replied.

I always replied him with I'm fine when he ask's on the phone until we got to see. Then I start pouring out all my frustration on him. I was writing less this days. Writing sometimes was mainly for me to vent, for me to pour out my emotions. But then since he came into my life, I just vented to him. And I felt too giddy, too happy to actually concentrate on anything.

He had become my personal diary which was strange because I hated to share. Telling others about me always felt like I was leaving pieces of my life with them. Pieces I was scared to leave because I feared that one day I would open my eyes and they would no longer be there taking a part of me along with them. I guess with him it was different because no one was leaving. I was ready to share myself with him.

"Can you come out? I'm at the faculty." He asked. God! I wish I could talk to him forever. I loved him voice.

I wanted to tell him it was time for prayers and I couldn't leave. That's what I would have told anyone. But he promised me adventure and I promised him too. And i knew that there will be no adventure if i wasn't ready to break rules.

So I said. "Yes I'm coming out. I'll call you when I get to the faculty."

"Ok babe." He said and hung up. And I swear I could feel him smile. I hurriedly rushed to the bathroom. Damn me if I didn't smell nice and brush. Even if I knew we weren't going to have sex and probably won't kiss I just needed to be clean. A girl cannot take chances.

I put on a short gown which fell just above my knees and let my braids out of the rubber, so it fell down to my waist. I had taken chances and used brownish gold attachment. "Fuck law." I had thought while making the hair.

Unlike other faculties, ours was very strict when it came to the dress code. You either used a black attachment or a brown one, no in between. You just had to look like a professional even though you were still a student. Like they say, "Law is a sober profession and you had to be sober." Yen yen yen.

I see the reason why people hate law students now and believe me the hate is real especially from other faculties who feel inferior. "It's not our fault that they feel inferior," I'll defend to my friend. Even though I knew better, we carried ourselves like gods. Like we were better than everyone else. And of course they would feel inferior.

I used to think being a law student will not affect my ego in anyway, that I would still be the humble IBO girl. But as the day goes my I feel pride take over especially since I met Emeka.