When she walked into the class, she had the attention of the class. D1 tapped me,
"Kwesi! Kwesi!"
I had my face buried in my phone writing some erotica and I was slightly crossed that he was invading my bubble of concentration. I raised my head to know what he wanted while removing my earphones - as my bubble went pop! - the noise in the class came rushing in like water claiming a sunken ship.
"What?"
"Two O'Clock"
I only had to turn my head a bit towards the entrance and the prettiest girl I have ever seen was standing there. She was talking to a friend - I suppose - while another girl pointed towards my direction but they were in the shadows while the spotlight illuminated her.
Petite and curvy in the right proportion, with a complexion that must have inspired Beyoncé to write 'brown skinned girl', she was in snug denim pants with loose top on. A crown of thick black Afro hairstyle graced her - one that 2face's African queen definitely needed. A tote bag printed 'Dior' hanged from her shoulders.
"This one here sure goes as my African queen" I thought.
She started walking towards my direction and I had to forcefully take my gaze off her not to be caught staring.
How fitting that I was writing an erotica when she came in, fitting into my pages, maybe she might be the one for me, I'll definitely like to dandle her on my knees.
"Stop dreaming Kwesi" I muttered, facepalming.
Trying to go back to my notepad app, while plugging in my earphones.
"You're sitting on my seat" a silky voice said behind me. I didn't bother because that definitely wasn't me she was referring to. Then I felt a soft tap on my shoulders.
I raised my head a second time and turned, only this time, it source of my disturbance was my African queen standing in front of me.
My breath caught, my voice went on a vacation, swallowing became a chore but it was the only thing I could do. One shouldn't look so sinful. Her scent took me to fields of lavender. I knew I was staring but I just couldn't help it.
"Hello? Can you hear me at all?"
That snapped me out of my trance.
"Oh right. You said what again?" I asked.
Trying to get my composure, knowing I might have just embarrassed the masculine species in the last few seconds.
"Now that you're done staring, can you stand up from my seat." she replied.
That undid whatever spell she had cast on me.
"Well, I doubt that. When I saw this seat, there was no indication that it was occupied and no one said anything, so you'll have to look for another seat" I said, ignoring the rush of blood to my cheeks at her first statement. After all, I was the one stupid enough to get caught staring.
"My legs are available though if there's no empty seat available" I added, finally reverting to my cheeky self.
She gave me a look that was similar to the one my sisters give me when they think I'm rude and turned to go.
"Women" I muttered, sighing.
"What's your name" I called out surprising both her and myself.
"Why do you want to know my name?' she answered.
Yeah. Just like I expected. Answer a question with a question.
"So I can annoy you some more when next we see. Believe me, I thought this course was gonna be boring but I think things just got interesting"
She frowned even more and left, looking for another seat to sit on.
Even when she's frowning, she's still beautiful as hell and that's so wrong. God must have had a special place in his heart for her parents because how can someone be so physically favored? But she's still a woman and a woman will try to stop you from breathing the same air she breathes if she can.
Plucking my eyes away from her retreating figure, I turned to D1 and found he was looking at me with a stupid smile on his face.
"Odé, I just dey look you. How could you go from drooling to being a jerk? Telling her to sit on your legs" he said, deftly switching from Pidgin to English.
"I actually thought you were going to stand up for her. You could have been the gentleman."
"Nah, not me. That'll be disappointing to Shola, after all he has done for Nigerian guys. Besides, I didn't drool, but I did stare because omo, that babe fine die!" I replied laughing.
I adjusted my chair and faced the board as the lecturer - a young beautiful woman in her late 20s or early 30s - occupied the podium and introduced herself. "This course is really going to be more interesting than I thought" I said smiling.