Chapter 2-Who is He?

"Mom, I'm done!" I yelled from my bedroom, the moment I had completed my bath.

I was wondering what dress to put on, I had this unusual flair for fashion.

I decided to wear a cute red floral gown, and trust me, I would not have cared much about my dress, had I not had a thing for fashion; it's not as if I had anyone in particular who I wanted to impress anyway.

Due to how uncomfortable I felt while wearing heels, wearing flats everyday became my obsession.

So, for today's outfit I chose to wear black flats, coupled with a red bow hair tie , and a black tote bag, which complemented my dress. This would do just fine, I guess?

I walked elegantly down the stairs, as my room was situated on the second floor of the house.

When my Mom saw me, her eyes smiled to me, she mouthed something, 'beautiful'.

It was our family tradition, to always compliment each other on every occasion. And trust my mother, she goes as far as exaggerating! She compliments me in such a way, that no one has ever done. This in turn causes me to live in a delusion, of being 'most beautiful'.

"My God, Selena. You look breathtaking!" My mom said, staring at me with love-filled eyes.

"Oh, stop Mom. Don't exaggerate things, you know I look like every average girl" I said, shrugging her compliment off.

My mom laughed heartily, which made me wonder when I became a comedian. She went further to say, "I birthed you, Selena. I saw you breathe your  first breath, take your first walks, your first speech. I am your Mother, and I know you in and out. You are beautiful. Now shut your mouth up, and go eat breakfast".

I smiled, my lips parting slightly. My mother is one amazing breed, isn't she?

"What's for breakfast, Mama?" I asked, with sheer curiosity.

"Toasted bread, and scrambled eggs. Your favorite morning meal, I don't want you going to school on an empty stomach". Does she ever forget things about me? No, never.

I remember telling her, that my favorite morning meal was 'toasted bread and scrambled eggs', while I was in Grade 9.

And ever since, Mom always, always prepared that for me every morning. I really couldn't ask for any other, she is all I need.

"How exactly do you always remember everything, Mommy? I mean, I told you this years ago. 4 years ago, Mommy. When I was 14, and now I'm 18. How?" I asked, pressing her for an answer. 

She simply said "You're my child, Selena. I don't forget anything about you". My mom is the sweetest person I know, I always felt special when I'm with her.

"Thank you Mommy, I'm really blessed to have you" I said with an emotional ladened voice. I was indeed blessed.

"Sure, cry baby. Come sit down, you have classes remember?"

I pulled out one of the many chairs, and sat down. The food smelled heavenly, and looked really good, it was mouthwatering. Yes, I eat a lot, and of course, I don't grow fat. I am just an average slender girl, who never adds weight no matter how much she eats. It is a blessing sometimes, and a curse other times.

We both ate in silence, my Mom hates talking while eating, and she made sure to inculcate that principle into me too. When we were done eating, I cleared up the table, and took the dishes to the kitchen, and yes I do the dishes. My mother is Nigerian, and no typical Nigerian woman would do the dishes, when she has a grown ass teenager around.

My Dad on the other hand was from the United States, so I was a mixed kid. People found it hard to believe that I was Nigerian, because I had a fair skin, but I was still Nigerian.

Hurriedly, I turned on the kitchen tap and washed the dishes. I had barely 20 minutes remaining, I had to be in school by 9;00am, and this was 8;40am already. Sweet Jesus, I had completely forgotten about time! Now I am late for my first class in college, just great.

When I was done, I dabbed my hands with a towel, and dashed out of the kitchen.

"Oh, look who's late for her first class!" My mom said sarcastically, which made me roll my eyes.

"That's because I had to do the dishes, c'mon Mommy. See you later, bye". I said, and I made for the door. I turned the door knob, walked out and gently shut the door behind me.

I checked my purse frantically for my car keys, and yes I do have a car.

My mother got me one, the day I turned 18. I had waited impatiently for that day, I was desperate to be an adult. I wanted to have control of my own life, and make decisions myself, without anyone constantly reminding me that I was a child. It really was sickening, I wouldn't deny!

My mother got me a used Toyota Corolla 2014 model, I did not care if it was used or new, I just needed a car.

Luckily for me, I had my car keys with me, I needn't waste anymore of my time. I inserted the keys into the door lock, turned it, and unlocked the door.

Again, I slotted the key into the ignition, turned it clockwise, and the car roared to life.

I checked my phone for the time, and it was past 9;00am, oh my goodness! I was late, freaking late.

This car had better not put up a show, I prayed silently. I placed my foot on the clutch pedal, still silently praying the car doesn't give me problems today, as it usually does.

Thankfully it didn't, I thought to myself sighing with relief.

The drive to school was one of 15mins, and trust me that was the longest 15mins of my life!

I drove into the school's parking lot, and turned off the engine. I was late, I was damn late!

Hurriedly, I got out of my car. My head was slightly bent towards the ground, as I was arranging my 'so many books', I clutched to my books tightly, because I felt it would fall out of my hands.

With my head still bent down, I walked away from the parking lot, I checked my phone and it was 9;30am.

Lord, help me. I had no idea where my class was at, as it was the beginning of the semester. I didn't know any office, or class, or whatever in this school, this was college after all.

I had not even walked completely past the parking lot, when someone bumped into me, causing my books to fall to the floor. What the actual heck ??

I lifted my gaze, to stare at this audacious human who lacked the morals of apologizing.

My eyes met the most beautiful person I have ever seen, I know my Mother exaggerates a lot, but I don't!

He was freaking gorgeous, I was dumbstruck.

He had oceanic blue eyes, a well defined nose, sharp jawline, one that I could assume was as sharp as a knife! His tan skin was beautiful, everything about him looked so good.

Wait, what I'm I doing?? Swooning over a jerk who bumped into me, causing my books to fall in different directions, yet lacks the common sense to apologize? I was still lost in thoughts, but suddenly jerked back to reality when I saw him roll his eyes, and walk off.

What? He didn't only lack morals, he was also rude. I wasn't going to let this man walk over me.

"Hey, you! Stop right there." I yelled, as I walked briskly towards him. He refused turning in my direction, so I walked in front of him. I stood there, belligerently placing my hands on my waist.

"You got a problem"? He asked, his voice was the sexiest I have ever heard, it sounded so husky, so good. Damn, Selena! Get a hold of yourself, c'mon.

"No, I don't. But it is crystal clear who has one. You bumped into me, causing my books to fall to the floor. Yet you pretend to be ignorant of this, and refuse to apologize." I said, still maintaining my hands on my hips. If only he knew what he had gotten himself into.

"Oh, that. Darling, you were walking down the hallway with your head bent towards the ground. What were you expecting?" He answered, sarcastically, as he started walking away. But I was not going to let this pass, until he apologized.

"Yes, I was. But you have your eyes opened, yet you bumped into me. Also don't call me darling, apologize now." I said, standing my ground. He had no right to lecture me on nothing, and I couldn't care less about how gorgeous he looked, if that was what made him so egotistic, then I have to remind him that a fine face isn't all there is to life!.

"No, I won't. Get out of my way, shortie." He said again, still in refusal. He asked for it, he asked for it.

I grabbed his arm, and turned him around. At this point, so many people had gathered around, wondering what exactly was happening. They were in awe, to see him being flunged by some strange girl. I saw people staring blankly, some pulled out their phones, and took videos of the altercation.

I was surprised to see how people had gathered around, like he were some celebrity. And even if he was, I didn't care.

When I had turned him around, before he even got the opportunity to speak, or ask what my problem was, when clearly he was my problem, I lifted my hands and slapped him across his face. He asked for it.

Afterwards, I pushed him backwards and watched him try to find his stance.

"I told you to apologize, peacefully, yet you refused. I get the fact that you feel like you are 'so pretty' or whatever, but not every girl is going to swoon over you. Even if you were the last man on Earth, I still wouldn't settle for a jerk like you."

I said, and walked off. It was at that moment I remembered I was late for class, in fact I wouldn't even make it anymore, it was 10;30am already. Sweet Jesus, what a way to begin my day!