HER FRIEND PETERSON

"Hey, you."

I turned back to see that student who would dare address the senior prefect girl with no respect.

It was just Peterson.

Remember Peterson? The one who my mom compared me with. The one who is sharing my father's first name.

Yes, I sincerely can't stand the sight of him.

"So what is it?", I asked

"Nothing..."

"Hold on! So what are you still doing here? Shouldn't you be at your duty post?"

I know I sound really rude. I know.

Well, what if Peter deserves it?

You probably don't know what this Peter boy has done to me.

He is devil's incarnate who has just turned a new leaf after getting exposed.

Fine. I'll tell you the story. You're probably wondering... what story?

Well, it's the story of my friend Peterson....no, my friend who became my nemesis.

It was five years ago when the Alabas and the Gbesinros became family friends.

That was how I met Peterson. We were very fond of each other that his mom started calling me his "wife".

I also liked Peterson.....as a friend though. He was sweet and kind. We were best friends.

Although I was few months older than him. We attended the same primary school and were in the same class.

That year, I can clearly recall, I was so excited to find out that my best friend and I were going to attend the same secondary school.

On my first day in school, I noticed this new student sitting in the front seat. I decided to switch my seat so as to get a better view of this new student.

Yes...it was a boy. A boy who I believe was my age. Since that time, I had a huge crush on him.

So one day, I decided to write him a love letter as I had no nerve to walk up to him.

What was I thinking? I didn't know what I was thinking at all, because the letter ended up in the wrong hands.

In Peter's hands!

That evening at home, Peterson and his parents had come visiting as usual.

I noticed that Peter was moody. He wasn't himself at all.

If only I had known that the name his mother used to address me was getting into Peter's head I would've protested.

Because at this point, Peter had fallen in love. Crazy right?

He was just ten but was already nursing anger and jealousy because I didn't return the affection.

I know you think my reason for disliking him is petty but I'm not done yet.

Out of jealousy, Peter did a very petty thing by telling my parents that I'm not studying in school anymore. But that instead I write love letters to strange boys.

This is why I call him petty Peterson.

What a petty move!

My parents were disappointed because he even showed them the love letter which I believe he had confiscated.

Well, now you know the story.......