I jerk up startled.
I just had the weirdest of dreams.
I turn around and make out figures in the dark.
Amaka and Sophia, my roommates and best friends, are in the room.
I heave a sigh of relief.
I make an effort to return to my bed, and notice the bathroom door open.
I head towards it close it and take a curious peek into the darkness.
I see nothing that stirs my senses.
"Thank God, Chineke dalu", I say and feel at ease.
I turn and head for my bed. Sophia would not condone it if I failed to wake her early, and I needed to rest.
I glance at my bed side alarm clock.
"3:00am", it read.
I had just two and a half hours to sleep, and I would not waste it.
I had to get back to sleep, but I couldn't no matter how hard I tried.
I reached for the handle of my bedside drawer and take out sleeping pills.
I pop it open and swallow two, replace the cover, and start counting numbers.
Almost immediately, I feel myself drifting into sleep.
A sudden, excruciating pain on my legs wakes me.
I wake up to see an angry Sophia glaring at me, with balled fists.
I quickly catch wind of what must have happened.
I reach for my alarm clock and peek into it.
"9:30am".
I swallow hard and wish quietly that the time would rewind.
I still feel drowsy, but sophia's angry stare forces me to sit up.
"I'm sorry Sophie, I also overslept", I apologize.
But Sophia would have none of it.
She jumps on me and starts, rather playfully, hitting my pillow, and my shoulder.
I laugh out loudly, and proceed to make muffled sounds.
I later burst out screaming and begging, pleading with Sophia to spare my life.
She gets off me, and we struggle to catch our breath.
Amaka bursts into the room and sees us laughing and panting.
"You girls did not even wait for me to join the joke, gbo? ", she asks in mock annoyance.
The three of us launch a new bout of laughter.
"Girls, I've got gist", Amaka declares.
Both I and Sophia ask her to hit us with whatever she has.
"A new transfer student has joined us", "a really handsome dude ohh".
Sophia sits up eager to hear the news, and I just turn around and set out to complete my critical reasoning note.
"He's even got eyes that are a perfect blend of grey and blue".
I turn.
In the depths of my soul, I wish I have heard Amaka wrong.
That she had not just said that this guy shared the same features with Mr handsome.
I walk gingerly to the bathroom and deep down I've got a bad feeling about this.
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The fear of the unknown is only the beginning of insanity",
*Unknown*
★★★★★★★★★
I set out to continue writing my note. Amaka and Sophia have recoiled to the end of the room to continue their discussion. They are both blushing seriously.
I take one last look at them and smile.
This was so like them.
The girls who would wet their pants because of handsome boys this moment and would be slapping the cuteness out of them the next.
It had to be them, my friends, my Bff's.
Sophia and I had met Amaka in our first year at the school gate.
She was new and so were we, but something drew us together.
We all wore glasses, and we had coincidentally fitted our glasses at the same time.
I remember the introductions.
Sophia had declared being savage as fuck. Amaka was the observant type, while I was the bookworm.
All I just wanted was to read, only read.
But now, it seemed and felt like the fates had other motives for my coming into the world.
"Ziterem!, stay there and be fantasising in silence oh! ". Sophia noticed and it made me blush.
"What's up? ", I inquired.
"I'm going to see the new dude with Amaka", declared Sophia.
"Alright then", I whispered but they were already gone.
I close my note and head towards the door to close and lock it properly but in the process, I hear a knock on the door.
"Who's that? "
"Open up and see".
That sure did sound masculine and whoever it was behind was going to pay for being rudely obnoxious.
I open the door and see nobody there.
I could have sworn that someone knocked. This just doesn't feel right.
I lock the door and turn back to my seat.
I almost run crazy as I make out a figure on my seat!
He has blue and brown eyes.
"Sorry, but I'm not used to taking the door", the figure declares. "Do not be scared, I won't let nothing hurt you, so long as Christian has claimed you".
I am certified nuts right now.
Who was this being?
And how the hell had he gotten inside my room.
He gestures to the door, "speak of the devil and he appears".
Immediately, I hear an authoritative knock on my door, and glance to the door and back.
The figure is nowhere to be found.
The only thing on my desk is a note.
"I am David, nice meeting you".
The knock comes again.
"I'm coming! "
Whoever was there seemed like they could use a patience management class.
I open up and see Mr handsome at my door.
"Hi, I'm Christian", he says and offers me his hand.
I immediately feel like I'm carrying the world and slightly lose my balance. Christian catches me quick and I feel his chest, the strength in his grip.
Oh God!
I feel myself drowning.
I feel a mind shattering sensation in my hips and my hairs stand out at every point.
Christian carries me in his arms and carries me to my bed.
I want him to lay in it with me, above me, while he ravaged my firm breasts.
There was something about him that made me want to give my all to him.
I wanted to feel what he felt.
I wanted to know what he knew.
I wanted him all to me, no sharing.
I wonder if Christian knows what I'm thinking as a smile dances its way to the corner of his lips.
"There's always time to get dirty, I only wait", he says finally.
With the last strength in me I feel the urge to ask him to stay, but he looks like he's figured that out as he adds his interest in watching me sleep.
I think about Sophia and Amaka, what would they say if they saw this man sitting very close to me in bed?
He looks at me, not the concerned look, but that type that announces passion.
His perfect mixture of blue and grey eye colour was one I would rather have to myself.
"Do not bother about knowing me just yet, just successfully pass through this phase ". He says.
"Oh crap! So this is a phase? ", I wonder.
Christian holds my hand and says, " I know we only met, but I do know you are the one in the prophecy, it is you. I've waited so long for you and I could not wait any longer to claim you".
Hello! Somebody had to tell him that I'm Ziterem, Ziterem okonkwo. And I belonged to nobody.
Who gave him the rights over me.
"I wield every right over you Zito", he says as though responding to my thoughts.
"Your great great grandparents dedicated you to me.
I have only waited patiently to collect and own the collateral.
I loved him calling me his possession but I did not quite like being called a collateral. I was going to deal with him.
God help me.
This all felt wrong, supernatural.
Christian stood as though to leave.
"No, no, no, you can't leave yet", I panic.
Yet again he responds my thoughts, "I have to, or else it'll be disastrous".
He goes to the door, turns and declares, "I am Christian Amadi, I look forward to knowing your name when next we meet, and I would have stayed on, but for your besties searching for me".
He was telling me he was leaving me to meet up with my besties?
I suddenly felt like my heart was being ripped out.
Christian had to be mad.
Who were my friends and what did they matter.
He had better not dare!
He turns the knob and opens the door, and takes one last look at me while I focus my thoughts at making mental pleas to him to not leave me.
He shakes his head as though disapproving my new found jealousy, blows a kiss, and leaves the room.
He shuts the door behind him leaving me to judge my self and my selfish thoughts.
I just met him, but he seemed to wield a power over me that annoyed me.
I take these thoughts with me to dreamworld as i fall asleep, the shortest I've ever had.
I wake up and start regaining my consciousness gradually.
I was going to give him a run for his money. I was going to find out where I could drive him crazy, same way he did me.
I was going to find his Achilles heel.
"This surely was becoming interesting", I thought as I started making mental notes on what I'll ask Christian when next we met.
He had to have answers. He surely had to. And how did he read thoughts?
The door opens and a familiar figure walks in with my bestie's.
"Ziterem, meet Christian Amadi who thinks I'm cute", Sophia declares.
What the hell was he doing telling Sophia that she was cute.
Did he want to raise her hopes?
"You want dirty Christian, I'll play dirty".
"Hi, I'm christian", Christian says while offering me his hand.
But I wanted more. I wanted his heart too. And his being.
"Hi, I'm Ziterem okonkwo", I say accepting his handshake.