Amanda couldn't forget that day...
How she wished...
And how she wished she knew...
As she stared right back at Temi, who had her arms across her chest, with a smirk on her face, Amanda's eyes began to water causing her to look away.
The school that they both attended did not tolerate trash...
It's a school of sense and nonsense...
The sense; the school was one of discipline and was well known for all its great achievements and children with outstanding IQ...
Amongst them were Temi and Amanda...
But after that accident, Amanda no longer participated in contests and competitions as she began hiding...
They were also recognized as the school I'm the whole country, and continent to come no.1 in producing children with an outstanding character setting, integrity, self-esteem, all the attributes, name them all...
They had it!
The nonsense was, although, they were of a high standard and stuff...
Had all the IQ, character setting and all that, there also were dark sides...
A student can do all the secrets in the dark and have fun...
But, do not, let the school authorities catch you if not, the end product is suspension.
If 95% of the students don't have one-night stands before they graduate or leave the school, then it's gonna be 90%.
And amongst that 5-10% that don't have one-night stands, Temi's among them...
While Amanda's not.
The school's also like a disciplinary home as it's so strict when dealing with night standers...
When the incident happened, the whole school had got to know the very next day.
How?
Only the Creator knows.
When the news had reached the proprietress' ears, she was disappointed and angry as she called Amanda as she had wanted to talk to her personally.
Afterward, the school authorities had wanted to report to her parents about it but had later thought against it and had decided not to...
But not without thorough discipline!
Later on, the news began to spread that Amanda Clinton, the top hottest babe at school had been through a 'One night stand' with Chris Mahon, the most top and hottest rugby player of the school that both girls attended...
Sure enough, he had asked Temi out but she had refused, and that had him frustrated.
He had never actually paid attention to Amanda even though most guys died for her and other girls 'died' to 'be' her...
He had eventually asked her out instead...
And then when he realized he couldn't hold himself anymore, to satisfy himself, he had asked her to go to bed with him...
And perhaps because it had been inside the school's building (being a boarding house), it was quite enjoyable...
Going in and out multiple times until she was almost lifeless and he was also out of breath...
Plus, he couldn't get enough of her...
When he had suggested the next day, she had arrived in front of him during the day, just to hang out and stuff, but she was shooed away by him...
The rest is story as the school authorities got to know and disciplined them both...
But Amanda more...
Plus her parents weren't informed...
If they were, that was the end for her...
"Amanda!" Amanda and Timothy's mother, Mrs. Clinton's voice called one more time as she waved her hand in front of her daughter to get her attention.
Snapping back to reality as she blinked her eyes multiple times and shook her head vigorously, Amanda replied;
"Yeah, Mum...?"
"What had she told you that had you daydreaming so soon...?" Mrs. Clinton asked as she placed the back of her palm on her daughter's forehead to check if she's okay.
"Are you sure you haven't gotten the flu...?"
Then all of a sudden, her hand went to her mouth.
"Are you hallucinating or something...?"
Gasping, Mrs. Clinton asked;
"Have you been drinking, lately? Who told you to drink? Who gave you that permission? Did the boys at school work themselves on you...?"
Mrs. Clinton kept throwing random questions that came to her mind...
When she asked the last one, Temi and Lucas snickered...
Alongside Timothy, as he turned his face the other way and began laughing...silently.
Even Mrs. Smith couldn't help snickering herself.
Amanda's face flushed red with embarrassment as she said;
"Mum...don't you think you're taking it too far?" She first asked.
" 'Cause, I don't think, we should mess with the Smith family...!" Amanda said.
Narrowing her eyes at her daughter, studying her daughter carefully.
"Are you being mind-controlled or something?" Mrs. Clinton.
Amanda looked at her mother sharply.
"Mum, what do you mean?" Amanda asked.
"Or did they drug you...!"
Opening her mouth as her hand flew to cover it, as she gasped loudly.
Raising her hand towards her daughter's forehead, Mrs. Clinton moved her hands from Amanda's forehead to her cheeks, and then before you out know it, all over her face...
Pushing her mother's hand, Amanda subconsciously touched he face as she shouted;
"Mum...!"
"I don't think I'm gonna let this one slide...!" Mrs. Clinton said as she pulled her daughter by the arm and dragged her behind her.
Pointing at Temi, Mrs. Clinton said;
"You...!"
"I don't know what you said to my daughter to have her scared...but let me tell you, your threats don't work on a Clinton...!"
"Even though, this tiny nerdy brat of yours that y'all call a part of your family...you...!" Pointing at Temi, she said;
"You call him your brother...and you...!" pointing at Temi's Mother, Mrs. Clinton said;
"Mind your tongue, Clinton...!" Temi's Mother warned.
"You take him as your son...!"
"And so what?"
"He ain't just some ordinary son, he special...just like my other kids...!" Mrs. Smith went quiet for a while.
"You're talkin' 'bout my boy, what 'bout your boy? Have you taken a look at him?" Mrs. Smith asked.
"Are you jealous of him...?" Mrs. Clinton asked as she crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at Mrs. Smith.
Mrs. Smith laughed.
Pfft.. excuse me...?" She asked.
Pointing at Timothy, Mrs. Smith asked again;
"Have you taken a look at him?"
"Just say you wish your boy...or boys were as handsome as he is...!" Mrs. Clinton said.
Mrs. Smith's eyes shot open in surprise...
Surprise, not admitting whether the boy they were currently discussing had a pretty face or not...
And surprise from the fact that...
Had she taken a look at her son at all? To be able to defend him in public...?
"Sissy...!" Mrs. Smith called
"Hold up, hold up, hold up...!"
"Have you ever taken a good look at your son, before...?" Mrs. Smith asked slowly.
As Mrs. Clinton was about to refute, Mrs. Smith said;
"Nah, I know your boy good...he good I've seen him countless of times before, whenever I go to my boy's school, alright?"
Mrs. Clinton could have held her head up high, but for some reason, she didn't...
She narrowed her eyes at Mrs. Smith, knowing fully well that there was something else that she was going to say...
But when Mrs. Smith didn't say anything else and just stared at Timothy, with a sly smile...
Looking at Mrs. Smith and then at her son...
At Mrs. Smith and then at her son...And then noticing how she's staring at him, she frowned and then asked;
"Haven't you had a pretty good look at your son?" Mrs. Smith asked.
Mrs. Clinton then gave her son a pretty good look causing, Timothy to hide his face by looking away and then using his left hand to hide his face...
Realizing what Mrs. Smith was saying, Mrs. Clinton remained adamant as she raised her head and said;
"And so what? Have you seen him before your useless son destroyed his face? He was an angel sent from God...he's got the looks and the body...not until your coward son came along...!" Mrs. Clinton then pouted as she humphed and crossed her arms over her chest as she looked away.
Realizing something, she looked down at her son, who, she caught staring at her...
When he had hidden his face, he was so ashamed of what was being said about him and he promised himself to seek revenge on Lucas...
Clenching his hand as he tightened his fist, tears were threatening to spill, but when he heard his mother's voice and what she was saying to defend him, he slowly looked up at his Mother...a look of happiness and admiration beaming from him.
He couldn't believe that his mother was saying those things about him...
Had he been that handsome?
He couldn't help but smile...
But then he tightened his fist again...
Lucas had ruined the little good face and body that he had, and gas made him armless.
How was he going to beat the hell out of Lucas if he ever wanted to?
As he was deep in his thoughts, he saw his mother turn in his direction with her eyes squinted...
Although he had been daydreaming, he didn't fail to acknowledge his mother's facial change...
She was looking at him in some sort of a disgusting manner...
"Timothy...?" Mrs. Clinton called.
"Mum...?" Timothy, snapping fully out of his 'daydream' state answered his mother's call.
"How was Lucas able to beat you?" She asked