...There was a moment of silence between us. After a while I broke it, "Okay, so Mr.Crazy, what makes you think that if you break up with Chiamaka, I'll date you?"

"You feel the same way about me", he said inching closer.

"What?" I asked my heart rate accelerating. 

"Don't you?" He asked. My breathing increased. His face was now less than an inch from mine. 

He tilted my head up a bit and I drew in a breath knowing what was coming.

Before I could properly process my next line of action, he crashed his lips against mine. 

I shut my eyes at the feel of his lips against mine. I tried to steady my breath as my heart raced in my chest. I felt the urge to kiss back, and somehow, it felt right at that point...

****

When Chiamaka became friends with Alya, the last thing she expected was for her boyfriend, Ifeanyi, to rekindle the suppressed feelings he once had for her new best friend.

Alya, a pessimist in the making, who lacks interest in a majority of things happening around her never expected her last year in highschool to be any different from the rest of her years in school. In simple words, she expected NOTHING to happen. But life doesn't always work out as planned as she has to deal with a terrible slip of a long time secret, a crazy best friend and a crush she's not so sure of coupled with a sudden uninvited guest. Could she have been wrong to imagine her final year in highschool passing JUST LIKE THAT.

One Rocky Term

"I didn't think I would see you again so soon," Ifeanyi said, the corner his eyes crinkling because of the broad smile on his face. 


I didn't need anyone to tell me that he was genuinely happy to see me. I hadn't really been more than a week since we graduated and I last saw him. I didn't blame him, he'd been busy with other stuff the same way I'd also had stuffs to deal with. 


"As I told you, you could always visit." 


I realized the implication of my words the moment I uttered them. He couldn't always visit, at least in about a month or less, it would be remotely impossible. 


I took a minute to drink in the sight of him, soak up the image of the boy who made me feel different things I didn't even know were possible for me to feel. 


Needless to say, I would miss him an awful lot but I couldn't help it. It was the way of the world, a routine, a cycle. We all meet to part. Sometimes I found myself wondering if it was better that we never even met to begin with. 
