It came to the day when we were to register for our exam. Nicholas and I applied for same college. Precious could not afford to go to the same university with me so she filled something different in the registration form. I tried as much as possible to be focus the week before. I was busy with my studies, I didn't get to speak often with Nicholas but I was cool with it. It's a good thing I'm off the drama to help me concentrate.
Finally we wrote our exams and I aced it. I was really excited, Dad must be proud of me, I thought. I called Jeremy on my way home to tell him I passed my exam. He was very pleased with me.
Lastly, I reached home hoping to get a better treat like never before but it was disappointing my dad wasn't satisfied with my grade.
"You can do better than this" he said.
Mom and Selena made my evening wonderful, preparing a fantabulous delicacy for me. LAyer on, I called Nicholas on the pho
I heard the beep of the heart rate monitor as I opened my eyes gradually. I sighted a lady in white standing close to me. I shortly became fully aware of myself. A name tag was pinned on her uniform 'Collins Abigail (PNO).'"She's awake" she told a consultant standing there.I glared at a ventilator in the room and there was a single bed in the intensive care unit which I was lying on, perhaps it was a private room with highly specialised devices. The few I could recognize was a blood pressure monitor, defibrillator, a dialysis machine and HRM.I looked around to see doctors on lab coat and stethoscope around their neck, surrounding my bed. Then I saw my mom at my bed side"Emily" she called softly looking worried and stressed, her facial expression shows she'd had a sleepless night.I wanted to lift my arm to reach her but I felt my thumb quite heavier than my othe
Playlist for this chapter;Ariana Grande - No tears left to cry.Here we are, college. A place far from home. They say education is the key, that is why I have made up my mind to be focus. No boys to distract me, not even negative friends.I stood at the entrance admiring the main campus gate boldly inscribed on it 'King's University'. I took a deep breath, diffusing the pleasant scent of the daisies around the school premises."Show me your ID" the security guard said.I brought it out of my bag and flashed it at his face. He seized it in my hand and looked vividly at it, adjusting his spectacle. "This doesn't resemble you" he said.I got really confused and requested to look at it also "Sir, please this is me" I said pointing at my passport.
I looked at Nicholas face as I introduced him to Alvin as my new boo. His eyes widened, then his eyebrows were lowered and pulled closer together, causing vertical wrinkles to appear between them. He narrowed his eyes at Alvin and tightened his lips. Alvin held out his hand, a defined wrinkle runs from the sides of his nose to the corner of his mouth. Nicholas reluctantly brought out his hand to meet with Alvin's. He clutched Alvin's palm in his hands and squeezed it tightly, faking a smile. Alvin reciprocated his action. The boys shook hands for longer time, showing each other's strength and stared awkwardly at each other."Babe, let's go" I said to Alvin.Alvin let go of Nicholas' hand in his grip and put his arm around my waist as we walked away, closely together."Babe?? What's going on?" Alvin whispered in my ears.
"No... I don't want another date" I cried out."come on babe, it was only one bad date, there's no guarantee it will happen again" Amie said.I scowled at her "Just one? Just one you say? This is the fifth one Amie. I'm done". I grunted."Well... You know what they say... Six is a lucky number" she made googly eyes at me."Oh please don't talk me into this. I said I'm done. Read my lips Amie D-o-n-e!" I frowned with my arms folded."What exactly did he do? I thought Mr perfect was a great match for you" Gina said."Well, you see... Mr perfect girlfriend showed up and embarrassed me. Can you imagine? After a romantic dinner with him, with candle lights and his charming eyes gazing upon my lips, I couldn't help with the sweet
I stood at the entrance of the bar trying to spot him. Oh goodness! Where could he be? I glimpsed at my phone for the millionth time zooming in his photo. Ah! I think he's running late. I should call him, I said thoughtfully. I scrolled through my contact to dial his number. I could hear a phone ringing in the bar. A short muscular guy with a squared shaped head and plumpy dark lips picked up the phone on the table and was moving towards my direction to answer it. Oh no no no.. This shouldn't be him. I closed my eyes tightly and zipped my lips, quivering when he walked passed me"Hello, yes. I'm right outside".Phew! What a relief. I sighed wiping sweat off my forehead as the guy I was calling did not answer the phone. Boy.. Am I so glad that wasn't him."Hey!!! Emily!!! Over here" A voice echoed loudly."Emily, Emily
"Oh! Interesting. So that was how you met Jason, I see... tell me how you ride in your relationship with Jason" said the female detective.I began to cry "I.. I didn't do it I swear. I.. I.. did not mean for for it to to ha-happen th-this way." I stammered."Here, blow on this" the male detective offered me an handkerchief."You crying makes it hard for us to understand your words. Take a deep breath and hey, I have an idea. Why don't you tell me the happy memories you remember of him. Like how it started. I know that would surely be milk and honey for you girls. Huh?" the detective said nicely."Okay.. If you want to hear it" I blew my nose. "...Our relationship wasn't milk and honey as you call it. We didn't go into a relationship when we first met. After the day I met him at the bar, he gave me a call and met
I stood on weak knees, forcing myself to my feet despite the fear overwhelming me. I felt guilt as a mix of sorrow, anxiety, shame, and an intense desire to make amends. Unfortunately, language is very limiting at times in communicating what we feel and perceive. I stood still, lips apart but words did not let out as my throat ran dry. "Hey Sandra, meet Emily. She would be your room mate too" Amie gave a radiant smile."Hi Emily, Nice to see you" she smirked as she brought out her hands to shake mine.I stood still puzzled. What is Sandra doing here? How did she... My mind was baffled."Shake hands with the nice girl Emily" Amie said through her teeth."Oh, pardon me, Nice to see you too Sandra" I shook hands."So... Whice of these bed is mine?" Sandra asked."Ooh, that one. Next to Mine" Amie pointed at Gina's bed.
I wrestled with my laced cocktail gown entangled in the shrub. I was too impatient and distraught with anxiety, I pulled my dress forcefully from the shrub and it ripped off, letting out a loud cry. "Damn you, Stupid plant!" I cursed angrily. I held my dress in a fancy way to cover the hole the stupid shrub caused, then I cat walked and flipped my hair to the side, trying to mask embarrassment. The guys there watched me with their mouth open. I arched my back, chin up with tummy tucked in... looking all bold and confident, I plastered a cute smile on my face; a smile I had rehearsed in the mirror and I was damn sure I looked absolutely gorgeous. I got to where Jason was standing. He seemed pretty upset."Hey Jay, why the long face?" I traced my finger up his chin. He seized the movement of my hand on his face "Let's go Emily".His deep gloomy voice tells it all. Something is wrong and I need to find ou