Chapter 23

I practically almost ran to the faculty. One leg was before the other even before one could reach the ground. I know I walked fast but this here, was beating my record.

I thought about him the whole day and dreamt about him. He was everywhere. Everywhere. I had to see him.

When I got to the faculty he wasn't there. I wasted no time in calling him. I hate to be kept waiting except I was waiting in the confines of my room.

"Hey where are you? I'm in front of the faculty and I'm cold" I shuddered. I was really cold.

"Sorry I'm still on my way." He said and I hung up immediately. It was a bad character of mine I wanted to stop but didn't know how to. I am always the first to cut the call whether I am the one who called or not. I just felt the need to hang up immediately I was done saying what I called to say and hearing what I wanted to hear. It's just, I hated phone conversations. Not only were they tiring because of my hands, I had a very delicate ear that tells the story of a long phone conversation.

I walked to the library sitting on the bench outside. I wanted to chat on WhatsApp but I felt too weak to. I was too distracted without him. He was like a drug addiction, the kind that weakens you if you didn't indulge in it in a day.

I was already getting sad a little when he called.

"Where are you?" He asked and I didn't need to answer because I saw him.

I waved at him but then I remembered that he was short sighted so I replied, "On the chair in front of the library." Then I hung up.

He looked towards where I was sitting and our eyes met. He walked to me with a fast pace that had my heart beating loudly against my chest.

"Hey babe." He smiled.

I didn't reply him immediately. I mean I had to feign anger a little at least he couldn't just leave me waiting here for like 5 minutes. I knew his hostel was farther to the faculty than my room was, but then why didn't he come here and wait for me. What if you Couldn't make it? My mind added.

Ignoring the argument going in my head I smacked his hand away when he tried to touch my shoulders.

"You kept me waiting for five minutes. Seriously Emeka. Not nice. Not nice at all." I frowned.

"Sorry. And you know the parish house is closer." He said sitting down.

"Whatever." I said rolling my eyes. He laughed and tickled me.

"Why are you always dramatic? yet you say Chika is the drama Queen."

Just when I wanted to say something a couple came to sit down besides me. They were laughing giggling and holding hands and I fought the urge to not puke.

I think I puked, an inner puke.