Chapter 103: The Fight
***THE FIGHT***
I held his both hands and bent his fingers upwards making him to go down oh his knees like he was pleading. Now the other four rushed at me as Cynthia withdrew even farther. As they all came, they got a hit from me. A single hit from me sends them staggering to the ground. Gradually, a little crowd started huddling, but no one seems to want to settle or separate the fight, I think they were actually enjoying the show, at least, so I thought. I was actual with one of the boys who seemed so terrified as I meandered him before I heard Cynthia calling on me. When I heard her call I turned around and found the same guy that I bent his fingers chasing after Cynthia. Immediately, I dashed at him, I tapped him from behind and then turned around immediately he turned to see who tapped him I greeted him with a blow on his jaw which sent him rolling on the ground, then I followed him up with a couple of more kicks while he was still on the ground. This was when the little crowds or should I say spectators who were watching ran to restrain me from inflicting more damage on him, his face was already bruised and bleeding from what I think was a broken nose.
The rash, the scales, and my new aggressive behaviour also led to a little drift between me and Cynthia, as time goes on, I began to notice that every little thing could trigger my anger, the only place where I could find comfort and peace was beneath the pool. Cynthia actually thought that it was the exam that was causing the drift, she thought that I needed a little space to read and focus on the exams, that was why she never bothered to ask why, I think she was also preoccupied with her Waec studies which were going on at this same period. Well, I can't say that all was bad at the moment for me, in fact, I never found it difficult reading for the exams because I never read carelessly, rather, I read strategically, I meant that I read with information based on the areas of concentration which I got. Hmm... I will say that there was also a gift that came with it this reaction. Yes, a very lucrative gift which later turned into a lucrative business through the help of Charity. This was the gift, I noticed that whenever I was in the pool, I got the areas of concentration on all the subjects that we were to write in the WAEC exams communicated to me, and the craziest part was that I have always got these areas of concentration communicated to me in the pool, and the voices was the same as that of the teachers taking us those same subjects as if to say that there was a speaker that was connected in the pool and a microphone hidden in the offices of the teachers where they communicated that information to me.
Whenever I get this revelation, I often go to Cynthia and the Super Cee and I will expose it to them, I often told them the right places to read so that they can also read strategically as I did, and it all was correct, never was there any time that the information from the faceless voice in the pool ever failed me. But why was I hearing these areas of concentration from the voices of our teachers? It was not like they even have a clue about the areas of concentration, they knew nothing about the exams, the questions were set by the WAEC board which is the entire West Africa, and my school was only a school in Abuja, they can't possibly affect any changes.
Gradually words began to fly as the exams forged on, people began to know that I knew the places to read, how they knew was something I don't know, I only told the three girls. Before long a rumor started trending that I have a connection in the WAEC board and that they send to me questions and answer, many students start trailing me for a drop of information. At first, I refused to help but was later advised by the super Cee to get their money and give them info, but never should I give all. Well you know, though all the members of the super Cee denied being the one who licked the informing that I knew places to read to the other students, I still had this great conviction that it was Charity who did it.