CHAP 2

I'm Arthur Wills daughter.

I'm Jenny Will's daughter..

But The foreign guy beside me wasn't singing me praises as a celebrity I was

Ohh, shit I felt like punching him hard

on the face.

"Greetings Class" I said springing up.

"Good Morning, Miss Funmi" we greeted.

"Morning To you, get seated."she replied.

We Sat down as she began with her head–aching–Chemistry.

I sometimes wondered how she learnt chemistry.

Gosh, the class was so boring all I heard was:

"Exothermic Reaction, H²0, NaCl, chemical equation"

"ok, Zikora, would you mind giving us the definition of "oxidation" Miss Funmi our chemistry teacher said waving her cane here and there, giving a halt to my thought.

WAS THAT MY NAME BEING CALLED.

"ZIKORA!" she called.

"yes!" I mumbled.

"Give us the definition of oxidation?"

WAS I THE ONLY ONE IN CLASS? WHY WAS HER ONLY TARGET?

I stood up looking straight to the teachers eye.

WELL, THAT WAS BECAUSE I FEARED NO ONE AND I WAS SOCIALIZED WITH PEOPLE.

"Err... oxidation means,,,,, err,,,,, oxygen getting,,,,,errr"

"speak up" Miss Funmi said.

"ok, oxidation actually means...." I stopped abruptly feeling someone's touch on my laps.

I looked at the direction of the touch and I saw Fred and his green forest eyes. in front of him laid a paper, which he urged me to look at, which I did.

ohhh, it was the definition of oxidation.

"Zikora, you're wasting our time" Miss Funmi screamed politely.

"OK, oxidation is a re–reaction.... in which oxygen combined.... with another substance" I explained with difficulty unable to see his extra small cute handwriting.

"That's good, that shows that you read before classes, give her a round of applause" Miss Funmi said.

The class clapped and she began with her teaching.

"Thanks" I said, sitting down.

"Why?" Fred asked not taking a glancing from me.

WHY DOES HE ACT LIKE HE DOESN'T KNOW? FOOL!

"for helping me out!" I replied.

"look, that was nothing!" he said.

"OK!" I said facing my book maybe in anger or frustration.

Gosh, it was like I had another competitor in class! oh, how I needed to read extra books! my name would've been dragged to the mud if I hadn't answer the question correctly. Now I had to give my undivided attention to my teachers.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

"Fred, we need to leave!" a strange girl declared.

"why?" Fred said giving her much attention.

"School hours is over, we need to go!" the girl screamed angrily banging her hands on my locker.

"Hey, watch out girl, if it gets spoilt you get me a new one, worth millions of dollars," I said sarcastically still applying my lip balm on my soft plumy lips staring at the mirrors.

"ohh, that's zizi Kora, oh, please can we take a picture or maybe an autograph would do" she said her hands together.

"OK, angry fella!" I said posing for the picture.

"kuchuku!"

"Another One please"

"ok!"

"kuchuku!"

"that's enough!" i said.

"OK thanks, love you, forever your fan, Fred you're sitting beside a celebrity" she shouted drawing the attention of my other classmates.

I glanced at Fred, he wasn't staring, his face expressionless, he was packing lots of textbook to his bag.....

"oh, whoa! you're gonna read all that!" I exclaimed.

"so?"

"you're too mean, men" I said slapping him at his back.

" 'cause I hate celebrities"

"but...."

"Zara, let's leave" he said dragging her away.

"wait but....."

He dragged Zara, like I heard him call her and trailed off.

"gosh, he's so arrogant" I said.

"Zikora, don't mind him, we all know he's a loser" Bernard said.

"Don't talk bad about someone, behind his back." I snarled angrily.

"OK, I'm sorry"

"Now Why are you following me?" i asked my pace getting slower.

"The Hang out, please, I now you're to busy! but please!" he pleaded.

"Ok, Ok! I've heard you!" I screamed, my palms against my ears.

"Thanks, so much, Ok, I'd pick you up by 9:30am"

"9:30am, that's way to early!"

"ok,12pm"

"cool, to where?"

"RSVP restaurant"

"OK"

"bye!"

"I hate lateness oo, you should be at my home before 12" I said running to the cars direction.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I could hear the screeching of Bernard's car, I wasn't so excited, but I had to look my very best as a celebrity.

"Miss Zikora, someone's here."

"Get him to my room"

"ok ma'am"

I took out my lip balm and rubbed it on my lips, put on my accessories and then my Chinese made bracelet worth $1.2 million dollars, expensive dad bought me.

"Hello" a voice said.

"you're here? I asked staring at the mirror.

"yeah, gotta nice room" he complimented.

"thanks" I said staring at him from the mirror.

"are you done?"

"yeah, we should be leaving!" I said dragging him outa the room and turned in the lock.

We Trailed off to the car.

it was a Lamborghini veneno roadster.

WAS HIS PARENTS SO RICH?

He Urged me to enter, as he impressively opened the cars door. I was really impressed.

Ok.

I was on a tartan short flare skirt, on a pin stripped shirt, on a knee length pin stripped boot and on a tartan neck tie.

While Bernard, wait lemme steal a glance to know.

ok.

He Was on a knee length fur coat, in it I could see a pain blue T-shirt and a baggy black jeans and a fur like slippers. ok, it seems like a designer slippers.

"You Look beautiful, Zikora" he complimented.

"thanks!"

I was feeling uneasy at the constant or long stare I felt he gave me. and every moment, I noticed his stare I felt like shrinking.

Finally, we were at the restaurant, it was a thirty minutes drive.

I've been in RSVP restaurant a lot of number of times. but for my readers sake I'll describe. its a very beautiful place, the first time I was there it was fancy. it was designed in its modern style architecture and lots of menu. it offers international dishes and burgers, plus a patio and a poolside bar.

I went in and sat on the chair, while Bernard went for the menus.