“Confess it, you love when I become touchy-feely with you”, he winked.
Okay, I've had more than enough, I need to finish writing in peace without Blondie disturbing the hell out of me.
I stood to leave, but he stopped me, “I promise I will behave, I will be a good boy for the entirety of the class. Please don't leave me here alone with Reddy.
We're high princes, and should stick together”, he gave me a pleading look.
“ Promise?”
I'm still not buying his bullshit.
Blondie can charm a tortoise out of its shell. Trusting him is equivalent to trusting Ekwensu (the Ugali's version of a trickster).
“ I do, I won't repeat my follies, I promise”, he smiled, “I won't, I promise”.
I took my seat again, truth be told, I have nowhere to go. I know he will stop me if I try to leave, and that's why I did it.
Reddy gave me a side-eye, but otherwise, he didn't comment on what just transpired here.
True to his promises, Blondie concentrated on his work and allowed me to concentrate on mine.
I stood up after I had completed my work, looking through it, I made sure it's correct.
I was meant to submit it, but Blondie stood, “allow me to do the honours prince_cess, it's the least I can do for making you uncomfortable”, he smiled showing the dimples I can't say no to.
It's as if he knows of my weakness.
That's the only way to explain his smiles anytime he's requesting something from me.
“Okay, but don't peep”, I gave him my papers and sat back down.
He also took Reddy's paper with him.
Reddy grunted in appreciation but otherwise didn't smile at the favour he was given.
The teacher sat up minutes after Blondie submitted our papers, “class the five minutes have elapsed, let's go straight to the task in hand”.
She pointed at the group she chose first, "now you two, proceed with your task”.
They both stood up, the boy preceding the girl.
“Hi”, he smiled, “my name is_”,
“hold it there Sir, you're not to tell us anything about yourself, you are only allowed to tell us what you know or think you know about your partner just looking at him”, she sat back down on her chair, gesturing for them to proceed.
The boy cleared his throat, “looking at my partner I will say she looks more like an Ijema”, the girl smiled.
Miss Amara was busily ticking On some things in their submitted paper.
“Her favourite colour should be pink, her favourite food blood.
Her hubby sucking, she aspires to be an elder.
Her age will be somewhere around seventeen since she hasn't gotten a mark.
She looks like the last child, and she's an introvert.
I can't believe she didn't reply to my hellos and hi's, I will say she's a snub”, he bowed.
His words brought a smile to my face, "that person is a total badass”, I clapped, although no one else was doing it.
When the humans saw me clapping, they joined in it, I guess that's their way of supporting their high prince.