Him and Her

Precious POV

I was jolted awake by the sound of loud noise. Picking up the alarm clock, I slammed it into the wall and groaned at its interruption. That's right, not a morning person.

"Precious" I heard my name being called and Funke soon, walked into my room already dressed while I'm still trying to shake off the sleep in my eyes.

"Are you not going to class? It's your first day and you already want to be late" she said, shaking her head at me.

"I'm up, I'll be down in a minute" I laughed. See what I did there? No? okay. I tried to stand up, to show her that, I was serious about being awake.

Standing up, I stretched a little as Funke left the room and entered the bathroom to brush my teeth and have a shower. I looked at my coffee wound of yesterday and frowned at the fact that it was getting worse and it still hurts. Confused as to why it hasn’t started healing, I made a mental note, to go back to the clinic.

Walking out of the bathroom, I dress up in my favorite black, round neck, long-sleeved top, and white jean.

I took a sit in front of the standing mirror to brush my hair down. Although, I'm a Nigerian I have long black hair courtesy of my mother.

I picked up my backpack, and put in my notes, purse, phone, and pen, before heading out to the sitting room. Funke and I thought it would be more cost-efficient if we got a place just outside the university premises. So, we chose a mini apartment, that had two bedrooms with bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen.

Leaving the apartment, Funke and I got to the university in under fifteen minutes and walked towards the master’s degree building of the school. Since I studied Food science and technology at my university at home, I decided to take business administration as a master's program, so, as to make my own company one day, without lacking in that area.

We walked to our first class, maneuvering our way to the lecture hall. Since they sent us our timetables online, we already know what to expect, so taking our sit in the middle row of the hall, I brought out my books.

Funke and I talked about when we’d go get groceries until we heard the lecturer enter. I looked up and to my wonderful surprise, ladies and gentlemen, we have Ethan white.

To say, I was shocked was an understatement, my jaw literally dropped and Funke must have noticed this because she pinched me, hard.

"Ooow, what the hell, babe?" I yelled in no more than a whisper, and pouted, rubbing the area, she pinched.

"Sorry, just wanted to make sure you are not an alien. Why were you gawking at the lecturer? Wait, isn't he the one who brought you home last night? He's fine o. Isn't he too young to be a lecturer?" she asked me softly not bringing attention to ourselves.

"I don't know, you ask him," I said, still caressing the pinched area. I had a very low pain tolerance.

We stopped talking and listened.

"Good morning, everyone, I'm Ethan white as you all know. I've been asked to just introduce you to business and its downsides for the rest of the week. I hope we can have an interactive class, which is why, I have the materials you need up for downloads, so you can just follow me as I explain and ask questions where necessary" Mr. Abbey said. Yeah, I gave him back his nickname.

The class went on well, with me trying to jot down points, even though my arm ached and I have to say, he was making sense.

"Alright everyone, time's up. I'll see you guys tomorrow" he said, packing his laptop.

I had to leave before he sees me, and since I had to rush to the clinic, it gave me something else to focus on. I packed my stuff quickly and told Funke to go without me as I was done for the day and she has another class.

Carrying my bag, I quickly made my way to the exit, that's until I heard my name. Deciding to ignore it, I keep going, but no, the universe was against me, as I felt someone grab my burning hand. I winced at the sudden contact and reflexively smacked the person until my eyes landed on him. Uh oh.

"Ooh I'm sorry, it was just a reflex action" I apologized but was just welcomed by his famous smirk. Rolling my eyes at him, I stared at him with a frown on my face.

"What do you want?" I asked with urgency; my hand felt like it was on fire. I quickly went to hold it, with my other hand and, Ethan managed to notice this.

"What's wrong with your arm? Isn't it healing?" he asked, concern lacing his voice or, at least I thought it was.

"I'm fine, it's fine, I have to go, what do you want?" I rambled on, because the longer I stayed, the more, I flinched from the pain.

"You're not fine, I mean seriously, you're wincing at every point," he said, making me groan. Thanks for pointing that out, captain duh.

"Okay fine, you caught me. I'm going to the clinic; I think I'm allergic to whatever that doctor put on it" I said and turned around to leave, only for my hand to be grabbed again. Oh great, note the sarcasm. I turned to meet his eyes but we are already walking and people were now staring. I didn’t like the attention, so I used my spare hand to cover my face.

"Leave me alone, where are we going? You can't just grab me anytime you want, you know. I'm my own on person." I rambled, not liking the stares I was getting. I know he's Ethan white people, jeez.

"We are going to the clinic of course," he said, in a duh tone. I rolled my eyes and willed us to stop walking.

"I can go on my own, thank you very much," I said, removing my hand from his and folding it, only to wince at the sharp pain.

"Don't be stubborn, I caused this, so, I'm gonna fix it" he said, and his tone was void of emotion. Right, he’s a bipolar jerk.

"Stubborn? What's that supposed to mean? You come near me acting like a bipolar jerk, demanding that I go with you and you’re calling me stubborn?" I whisper-yelled. God, he infuriates me, a bit. I turned again to leave, but like always, he grabbed my hand. I’m beginning to think, this was becoming our thing.

"Let's just go, I can see the way you keep scratching your hands," he said, more calmly, making me look at my arm, and, he was right, I've been unconsciously scratching it. I groaned, knowing it was going to bruise.

"Fine, let's go, only because, I can’t stand this pain” I replied and we both walked towards his car and drove off.

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He took me to another hospital, where, the doctor just examined my arm and, turns out, I was allergic to the brasc something ointment, I was first given, so, he used another relating to my skin choice.

And here we are now, in his car again. I stared at him briefly and wondered why he has been silent all through. Sighing and positioning my head on the headrest, my stomach grumbled, reminding me that I haven't eaten today. I groaned at the thought of missing my afternoon meal.

We stopped at a restaurant, and I turned my gaze to him but he was already down and coming to my door. As soon as I noticed what he was about to do, I opened my door and stepped out.

"Why are we here? I want to go home" I asked as my mouth turned into a pout. I just wanted to eat and sleep.

"Come on, you’re hungry, I'm paying," he said, making my ears perk up, while I just smiled mentally. Why would I, refuse that? 

"Well, since you keep being stubborn with me, I’ll allow you to win this fight. Let’s go, I’m thinking of having a big sandwich" I said with a grin, and walked inside, without hearing his response.

We ordered our food and ate while the male waiter kept on coming back to ask if we needed anything. The way he stared at me made me roll my eyes. We ate quickly and left.  Lo and behold people, I'm grabbed by the hand again but this time, tightly.

"What's wrong?" I asked, confused at his actions. He just tightened his hold, but not so much that it hurt, and opened the car door for me. What's up with him?

He entered the car and just drove off. I stared at him and noticed; that his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. Poor steering. Since I didn't know what made him angry, I decided to be quiet.

Soon enough, he pulled over at my place and I got down and walked to the driver’s side.

"Umm, thanks for everything again Mr. Abb- I mean Ethan" I chuckled nervously under his gaze. He was just staring like he was looking at my soul.

"Mr. Abbey," he asked, with confusion and a hint of amusement. I groaned at the thought of being caught. Damn, my impulsiveness.

"Yeah, it’s short for arrogant but beautiful eyes" I stated while grinning confidently. He smiled softly and I took it as my turn to leave, but as I walked to my door, I heard my name.

"Precious" Damn, my name sounded nice, coming from him. I turned around to look at him but he just stared at me. Creep!

"What is it?" I asked, feeling warm under his gaze, which was weird.

"Nothing, goodnight. See you tomorrow and take care of your arm this time" he said, shaking his head before entering his car and driving off.

I stood there for a few seconds, before walking into the apartment to see Funke there, already watching a movie. I freshened up and joined her brushing off the thoughts of how much that man affected me.

It's weird.

Ethan’s POV

What was this girl doing to me?

She’s just simply, so different from the ones I’ve met and even dated and I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

What made her so different? That’s what I couldn’t seem to put my hands on. I’m a billionaire and most women flocked around me for my money but this girl? She even covered her face, so as not to be seen with me. I scoffed, at the nickname, she gave me and couldn’t help but be amused at everything she does. Even when that waiter was shamelessly staring at her, I had to resist the urge of plucking his eyes out.

"What's wrong with me?"

I sighed, ruffled my hair, and walked into my penthouse, but stopped when my phone rang. My best friend's name flashed on the screen. Sighing, I answered the call.  

"Hey, man" his voice blared over the music in the background.

"Joel? what's up? Where are you?" I asked him, not feeling like going out. He mutters 'on my way'.

"In my car, I'm coming over. I think… I think I found her, man" he said, sounding frustrated.

"Yeah? me too, dude" I replied with a small voice. I rubbed my hand on my face and fell on the couch.