Wirbingham College, 12:05pm
Chris ran out of the biology lab into the hallway, shirt unbuttoned, shoe laces untied, and his hair in a mess as he laughed in mischievous excitement. His friends followed suit, their dressing not suffering a better fate. They'd already reached the class area when he suddenly froze, eyes widened in surprise, or more correctly, shock.
'O my goodness. Is that....a boy?'
One of his friends had accidentally run into a junior boy, and sent the books he was holding crashing down to the floor. He was then helping him and apologizing when the boy looked up, and their gazes met.
The boy was dark skinned and very lean, with jet-black laid-back hair that reached the nape of his neck. He had arched brows and a small face with features so small they looked completely feminine; with a tiny pointed nose and and very thin lips that appeared fuller the more he bit on them.
His eyes were large, covering a large portion of his face, then winged up to give that covetous falcon look. And with those thin yet long curved legs, Chris's throat had to dry up completely. He couldn't stop staring, till the boy broke his gaze and took the adjacent hallway, and his friend returned to the group.
"Hey ol' boy! What're you gaping at?"
His best friend, Derek, nudged him, bringing him back to reality. He smiled and shook his head. "Nothing really. Just went into thoughts".
"Hmm", the boy by his right who was involved with the earlier accident, Omotayo smirked. "Hope not casting us. Master fiddlehead certainly won't let us off after feeding his cat black bullet".
They all laughed. It was part of the lesson they wanted to teach him, for letting his cat poo on the class test scripts. Atleast now that the cat was going haywire, he'd learn to keep the animal out of his work space.
"No joor. It's just that, is there any ju boy that I don't know about in this school?"
"Ju boy?" Derek made to think, then smiled. "Yeah there's one in SS1. I heard he's a transfer student from Australia. A half caste tho'. Seen him once or twice and omor, aswr that boy be typical asa, even with his dark skin".
Chris nodded slowly. "What's his name?"
"Name? Uh.. I think it's Viola.. kor Violet.."
"Abeg shut up. Just open mouth waa dey talk rubbish"
They all laughed while Derek pouted. Alfred was such a brutal maniac.
Omotayo then remembered. "I saw his name when I helped him pick his books. 'Onyesouwa Chukwuka Velvet'. That's his name."
"Isn't it 'as smooth as velvet'? Why such a feminine name?" Chris was still confused, or interested, to put it right.
Omotayo shrugged. "It suits him tho'. Doesn't it?"
They all agreed. By that time they were already Infront of their class, and Alfred, who'd been leading the way ever since they stopped running, opened the door. "C'mon guys. It's almost time for chemistry. You know that Sir Adepola behaves like a psycho. Let's settle down".
Meanwhile Chris' mind had wandered off yet again as they settled in their various seats. Something about that boy attracted him an unwholesome lot. Who was he kidding? Everything about him screamed appeal and attraction.
A small notion of danger hung around him though. He'd looked so fragile, like he was glass or sm'thing. That wasn't the primary concern Chris harbored in any way. He absently licked his lower lip. That boy was going to be a very important target for him from then on. He had to act soon, and fast.
It was obvious not only him had thoughts like that for the new boy. Very, very obvious.