She can't

On getting to year 8 we had only one new classmate; Yash, the head teacher's son, he was a tall slim, light pale skin boy, his dark curly hair was accompanied with caramel brown eyes, he has this piercing gaze that made one want to bend to his wishes, his voice was no different, his thick husky voice could be picked miles away, when I first saw him, I had mixed emotions followed by a lot of questions, like why would he be her son?, why was he in my class?, to be honest, the latter scared me more, 2 years of being the best were something to be proud of, but then he came, a handsome competition, I didn't let my face weaver though, I was going to show him who was boss here.

Luckily or would I rather, unluckily his chair was beside mine, I knew one way or the other we would have a conversation, one that deep down I secretly yearned and hoped would happen soon. But no conversation happened anyway, not in the first week, it was easy to notice that he loved being in control and not being controlled, although I couldn't tell what he was thinking, I hoped that he was a little scared of me.

Weeks flew by and soon we were both paired up together with one of our mates, I broke first though; I spoke to him " What materials would you provide?" I asked, expecting an answer he instead replied with a question" which do you need?" I wasn't shocked I just replied and he left the discussion immediately. Part of me felt belittled but I didn't show it, normally no one walks out on me, I either do the walking out or it doesn't happen at all.

We carried out the project successfully and we topped the class, I guess that was the end of teamwork for us. Teachers never make the mistake of paring too good people together after knowing their ability😏, SUCH CRUELTY.

Days went by and I stopped thinking of Yash, but as faith wanted it, something happened just when I didn't need it. During a class, our tables were moved together and we were asked to copy from a laptop together, at first there was no problem, but after flipping pages, our elbows began to rub each other, this was the first time since I was born that I felt something tie in my belly, I knew something was wrong and I started fidgeting, I began to wonder "What sort of reaction was this?" my random movement got his attention and we looked at each other simultaneously, I gulped, he was looking at me, I couldn't see through him but I could feel his eyes on me, searching for something, I began to feel hot before I knew it I was blushing, I never knew I could blush, I suddenly started blinking, this was normal for me, I do so under tension, something my mother passed to down to me. My thoughts were soon cut short when he spoke" What's wrong with you?". I immediately jacked my hand away due to shock, he didn't even touch me, our elbows just rubbed a little, " what's wrong with me?". I bit my lip and ignored the thoughts that flooded my mind, it was high time I focused.

Some weeks to exam our sits were moved backwards and also switched, I now sat towards the wall and had the other boy( the one I tried to befriend) at my back, weirdly both of them synced and liked talking to each other. I wasn't affected by this, but most of the time, I had the luxury of thinking without being disturbed, I was literarily separated from both Ahji and Kara.

One Saturday morning, I sat at home and was thinking of Yash, " what if I could make him like me?" I thought " maybe when he does, I'll break his heart and show his mum, that feelings can't be controlled easily, then she'll realize for blaming me all this while for any affair in school" not that she continued, I just resented her for those she did. I also shared that resentment with Yash, but it was hidden deep down and was nowhere to be found whenever I was around him. I didn't think much of this weird revenge plan but I carried it out anyway.

I lowered my wings and began to help Yash any way I could, although the saying is "food is the way to a man's heart", I had 2 problems with that, first Yash could not be classified as a man yet, also there was no way I was going to cook for him, I was still in high school, besides I knew little about cooking, maybe if I cooked for him, he'll just hate me forever🤣, anyway I never tried it. Instead, I helped him the way I could without expecting anything in return, not only did I make sure I wasn't seen around him often, but also made sure he was using my things i.e my laptop, my books, anything of mine could be used by him and I wouldn't mind. But guess what, after all this, we still fought a lot, I did things he didn't want me to do, I got him mad easily, he never said it with words but he showed it when he looked at me, his eyes were full of disgust and hate. He always found a reason to make me look sad, once I was moving my chair and I mistakenly hit his eye, " What is wrong with you?" he boomed, I said sorry immediately, this he ignored, nevertheless, I tried checking it out and he slapped my hands away, his long fingers drew marks on my hands, I was hurt deeply.

I knew I was on the verge of crying so I left out as soon as possible, I was not going to let him see a drop fall from my eyes, I ran straight into the loo and as soon as I stepped in a teardrop fell, it was like it was waiting for me to get away,😂thankfully my body understood me. As soon as I was done crying, I swore to myself he wasn't going to get away with this, no matter how nice I become, I was never going to be foolish, I smirked to myself, repaying does not mean I won't stop helping all I need is a chance and I'll make something big out of it. This I got😈.

One afternoon after school closed, I decided to wait back in class at my corner, it was the farthest from the class window and was not easily seen, it usually attracted the attention of students once school closed; an unsuspected hideout. Soon enough males trooped in one after the other and gathered near me seeking shade from the unpronounced hideout, I didn't mind this as far as they were not disturbing me in any way. While they were talking, Yash rested on my table and I pushed it forward, he also pushed back but mistakenly scratched me with a scissor, my skin reacted quickly my getting red and swollen, I immediately called out to him but he ignored me. I was happy with this reaction and I said I was going to report, one of the boys immediately said I couldn't," Is it not Daisy, she couldn't do it" he sneered.

I only smiled at this, normally I wasn't going to report but I have been waiting for a moment to strike back. I stood up and left the class, I went straight to report to a teacher. I told him Yash pushed my table and I pushed back, then he scratched my hand with a scissor which I showed him, I continued by saying I also showed Yash but he just ignored me.

The teacher's reaction was just what I wanted, he told me to lead the way, on getting to the class he told Yash to bring out a book ad write this exact words " I will not take the law into my hands next time, I would report to the authority instead" which he was meant to do on 5 foolscap sheets to be submitted next morning. Yash's face immediately darkened, I smirked at this reaction, I knew I had gotten revenge.

I looked happy, but deep down I knew I was not, I didn't want him to feel this much pain, the daggers the other boys threw at me with their intense gaze were enough to kill a cockroach, "what have I done?" I asked myself " Was this the right move". The answer was no, but I refused to admit it, instead, I packed my bag and left for the day, it was a long day, after all, I still have a hand to mend.

Was this going to affect the original plan? well..... it's a story for another🥱🥱🥱🥱 Chapter.😉

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