Chapter 12

'I first met Tristan at the car park when I arrived. He greeted my mother and helped me with my luggage. To me I found him extremely handsome. His hair was dark brown with his milky skin marked with tattoos. His eyes were the most beautiful ocean blue eyes I found the pleasure of looking at. My mother even found him to be an amazing boy and advised me to give him a chance if he makes a move on me. It was like love at first sight. We became extremely close because he is just down the hall so we meet each other almost everyday. I told you that he is also a resident of Adams House. At that time I didn't know he had a girlfriend, he actually told me that he didn't. The feeling kept getting stronger every day. He even expressed interest in me. He broke my virginity which I gave him. He all of the sudden stopped calling me, he ignored my messages and treated me like he doesn't know me. When I confronted him about it in the presence of Becky who I didn't know was his girlfriend, that's when I found out that all along they were dating while we were dating. Tristan is a player Seyram. I kept warning you because I know the kind of people they are'.

'Wow, I never knew about that, I am so sorry. I am sure you were heartbroken', I commented.

'I was. I got so damaged that it still eats me up but I am working on it but meeting friends and keeping myself focused on the reason why I am here. I didn't want you through the same thing I went through but yours is worse'.

I could barely process what she had just told me. She was also involved with Tristan. How come Becky and her are aquintances but when I introduced them, they pretended like they haven't met before.

'I also found out from Richard that Becky planned all this. I have no idea what I did to her but I know I will swim out of the swamp I am in. It will be difficult but I caused this mess' and I will deal with it ', I told Amahle.

'It's crazy how those two boys are like devil of lust. They know how to get girls at their convenience. It's honestly sickening '.

'I don't know if I could apply for my room to be changed. I can't sleep with a demon. She could do anything to me while my eyes are closed'.

'I will do that. First I need to talk to my parents and let them know my situation. I know they will flip out on me. The room selection is not in my hands but I hope I get the room opposite yours.'

I sent a text to my family page to make them know that later on I will call them and only them, Enam should not be part. I went back to my hostel. The devil started greeting me like she doesn't know what she has done. She could plan something against me and still have the audacity to look me in the eye and pretend like everything is fine.

'Hey gorgeous. How was the conversation with Richard?' she asked.

'Why don't you text him and ask him yourself. You snake', I clapped back.

'What is wrong with you? She looked confused. How I wish I could strangle her to death and not face the consequences.

'You are a two-faced devil. I can't believe you are pretending like you don't know what you've done ', I rebuked her. Anger filled my veins. I hate her. I hate Tristan and I hate Richard.

'What are you talking about?' she still feigned ignorance.

'Richard told me how you planned all this. I don't know how you predicted that I would end up hooking up with Richard. You introduced him to me and kept urging him to seduce me and I ended up succumbing to all his seduction'.

'Well you deserve every bad thing that has befallen you ', she now blurted out.

'What did I do to you to hate me?' my voice was mixed with anger and confusion. I was on the verge of ripping her head off her body but then again I have too much mess on my hands to add her to it.

'You remember how bossy you were when you first arrived. You came into the room without knocking, interfered with Tristan and I our private time and thought you could start giving orders to someone you met in the room and you were rude about it too', she vented out.

I placed my hand on my hips. I couldn't believe she took our encounter so seriously. I thought we apologized and moved on but I guess some people carry grudges around.

'You are something else, you know. That happened more than a year ago and you held it to heart'.

'Did your stupid friend forget how my boyfriend slept with her after she fell head over heels in love with him and thought he would fall for a stupid South African girl like her', she started laughing hysterically like a maniac. I didn't like that.

'You are the stupid American girl. She would make a great journalist one day, while you rot in poverty. You disgusting idiot, I lashed out on her.

'What about you? The worthless piece of slut you are. You are pregnant and the man who is responsible doesn't want anything to do with you. You are poor and with the pregnancy, I don't think you would last long in Harvard and you will return to your jungle'.

Oh she didn't just term my country as a jungle. She just offended about 31 million people and I will not let that slide.

'You sad goat. With all your craziness, you need a psychiatrist. You want to gloat over my problem but I know certainly karma would hit you were it hurts the most. Your boyfriend Tristan is a player and guaranteed he sleeps with you, you will be more heartbroken than I am right now', I concluded before storming out of the room.

I went to the computer labs and signed in to the residential portal and clicked on the Housing Forms. I was hoping I could be transferred to Adams House. It's going to take sometime for them to accept my application which means I might spend more nights with an anaconda.

Two weeks passed after my argument with Becky. I stayed away from her as much as possible. I blocked her number but no matter what I must tolerate her because I was in the same room with her. The good news is my application to transfer houses was approved. The bad news is I got Kirkland House instead of Adams House. Anything is accepted as long as I am away from her.

Kirkland House is one of the smallest houses at Harvard. It's very close to the Anderson Bridge and it is a desirable home and convenient place to dine for Harvard athletes. They have very lovely traditions too like; a Holiday Dinner and Dance, Secret Santa week etc. It has a gym, lounge, game room, meditation rooms and performance and event spaces for students. Moving in was hectic but worth it. Everything was settled and I have a new roommate.

She is called Chioma and she is an Igbo lady from Nigeria. Yes,the jollof wars is on. She speaks very fluent pidgin and I am able to use the little pidgin spoken in Ghana to relate with her. Kirkland House is relatively welcoming and it's easier to make friends. I have a Puerto Rican friend called Paco. He has brown curly hair and an upturned nose. He is also good looking but he hasn't hit my heart as hard as Richard did and as much as I hate to admit it, I still have feelings for Richard. I have made friends with a lot of fellow Africans, some Europeans, I have a Brazilian friend as well and so much more.

About my pregnancy, I haven't had the courage to tell my parents about it. I can't stand the judgements and heartbreaking comments that could flow out of them. The pregnancy symptoms have become so much better and thanks to Chioma and Amahle I have been able to go through this well. I have been going for Antenatal care and the doctors have given me education on my nutrition and substance abuse etc. I had taken so many tests like STI tests, Urine test for pre-eclampsia. I fear the reaction of people when my belly starts protruding.

One morning, some officials from the agency sponsoring my education summoned me to have a word with me. That was when I received the most heartbreaking news ever.