The day was sunny, the sky bright. I stood in front of my department building, staring at my H.O.D’s office. I was scared, I’d messed up. I walked into the building and went to her office.
Surprisingly, Paula was already there sitting down.
“Come in, Daniel,” Mrs. Patricia; Our H.O.D said with a low voice.
I could see the fear in Paula’s eyes. Surely, she knew what was about to happen. I sat down on the chair next to Paula, opposite the H.O.D.
“Now, let’s get down to business. Mr. Andrew told me about the incident at the motel,” She looked at the both of us weirdly. “Would you like to explain what actually happened?” She asked.
I looked at Paula, I looked at Mrs. Patricia. ‘Who’s she questioning,’ I thought.
“I’m talking to you Daniel.”
That Night at the Motel:
Our lips froze at the sound of Mr. Andrew’s voice. I got up quickly, as did Paula.
“So what were you two doing?”
“Uh……,” I muttered
“And before you say anything, remember I have two naked eyes as my witness,” he continued.
“I don’t know what to say,” I responded with fear.
“Perfect,” He replied. “Now would you go to your separate rooms?” He added.
I felt this fear within me, ‘what if he calls my parent?’
“Daniel! Are you still with us?”
“That’s exactly what happened ma,” Paula interrupted.
“On cases like this, I’m supposed to notify your parents. But I’ll let this slide.”
I sighed, on hearing that. I’d already pictured how my parents would respond, if the school called and told them.
Paula and I took our bags and left her office pronto. Vickie was waiting outside the office for her, likewise John for me.
“Did she punish you guys?” He asked.
“Um, nope. She just asked about what happened.”
“Did you tell her?” He asked with fright.
“Not everything obviously.”
That Night at the Motel:
I opened my room door, john woke up immediately. The sound probably disturbed his sleep.
“Why’s your face like this?”
“Mr. Andrew,” I replied with my head bent down.
He got off his bed immediately. “Seriously?!” I sat down slowly on the bed, thinking of the various outcomes.
“Did he say anything?” John asked.
“No, he didn’t. That’s what bothers me,” I replied, looking at the window.
“What do you do now?” John asked.
I and John sat down at the cafeteria eating. Vickie and Paula sat at another table.
“Is this how things are going to be now?”
“You tell me. You’re the relationship expert,” I replied.
He laughed at my response. I looked at him and then use it as an opportunity to ask the question that has always been on my mind.
“Moreover, what’s with you and Paula? I can see your eyes connecting to her like Wi-Fi.”
Written by Praise Osawaru