She felt like embracing the letter, which she considered the best note she had received. Not knowing, such letter would be seen by many art students as either immature or wrong in the real sense of it. But she didn’t care whatever anybody saw wrong with the letter.
Though, she had not really had any approach by Peter before but it was obvious what his intentions might be and she wanted to give it a shot.
`Peter isn’t bad anyway!’ She soliloquised and smiled as though she was mentally deranged. One lost in the euphoria of what she wanted and hope she could get.
She thought about what she would tell her friend and their reaction if she said, she wasn’t going home with them today. It might cause some argument or fight between them but she doesn’t seem to care.
Fatimah was already in love with Clinton while Mariam was also getting approaches by guys. What then was wrong for her to have her way too? She asked her thoughts.
However, she thought on the negative side of it. What if Peter should try to harm me? Boys can’t be trusted at all and no one was a holy hermit. Just some touch or caresses and things could get really rough, would get going. And for such youthful bodies that were just adapting to controlling their body mechanism to urges, it was some serious issue – since they were just passing through puberty.
She dismissed the thought of rape and tried to settle her mind on how she would convince her friend she wouldn’t be going home with them today.
She couldn’t miss such opportunities that had presented itself before her. At least, she wanted to experience her first love. So much she had read about in novels and no matter how she tried to paint the picture in her head or understand the feelings attached to love, – she had often failed and it most times hurt her.
She took her seat and didn’t care the noises or what had been happening before in the class. She had been placed upon, a form of assignment and she had just few hours to decide what step she would take – as it was very close to break (time).
Whereas, Bala had rose from the floor now. He didn’t seem to notice Baba 70 had gone to bring something but he went ahead, trying to deck Izu.
“come, are you crazy or what? Do you know who is standing in front of you?” The Head boy spoke plain english.
This one was caught in a battle and still had guts and mind to rattle out fluent english from his mouth. He really hadn’t seen anything called real confrontation.
Baba 70 didn’t say anything, he just kept locked his gaze in the head boy’s face and their head locked like two Sallah rams/goats – going through their last round of fight before execution.
At the other side of the class, some guys had restrained Izu from venting his angers on Bala. Yet Bala was restless as he was trying to break loose off Maxwell, Lazarus and other’s restraint.
It seems most of the people rather wanted the humiliation of the head boy who had prevented Baba 70 from carrying out his intentions, if they were not just a bluff. They really wanted Baba 70 to display his madness. So no one held him or tried to separate them. They left them and attended more to Izu and Bala.
“What is happening here?” The student-teacher Miss Yemisi entered and there seemed to be normalcy returning to the classroom. Baba 70 left the head boy’s presence.
“Guy, you no get mouth o” he said leaving his presence, smiling. He was vexed but still smiling as though nothing had been happening. That was the way he was, especially in such scenario.
While the head boy went after him and held the waist part of his trousers. It seemed the appearance of the NYSC teacher had strengthened the head boy.
He dragged Baba 70 and shouted “follow me” but he couldn’t resist or defy him, since a teacher was in the class.
Baba 70 now, had broke out laughing at the cowardice the head boy was displaying. He couldn’t act when no one was in the class but now, his powers had suddenly been invigorated.
The people who held Bala and Izu had left them, yet Bala wanted to also show his powers and he held Izu by his T-shirt – of which he restrained by swiping Bala’s grip off and 2 buttons flew off his shirt, leaving the uniform rumpled and stained with palm’s prints.
“What was that for, mr man?” Miss Yemisi was surprised at Bala’s display. Though she had ignored the head boy dragging Baba 70 out of the class but she wasn’t going to let further disrespect to her person slap her in the face.
She had allowed the head boy to drag Izu off because she didn’t want to get her first time teaching in service horrific with some disrespect from a student. But now, it was clear for her to be respected as a teacher and not just a child/youth, she had to face anything it took to succeed in service and to preserve her dignity.
She had called Bala mr man cause she didn’t know his name and she wasn’t ready to know. He should have respected her.
Bala didn’t reply but tried to grab Izu again.
“Will you stop that! Or what do you think you are doing? If you don’t mind, leave this class,” she frowned and walked some few step to where Bala stood panting and struggling with Izu, who had gave him elbow in the mouth trying to prevent his struggle.
He felt in his mouth blood and was really going to drag this fool out but once Miss Yemisi got there and pointed towards the way out, he walked, snapping his fingers in the air.
“I go catch you when school close for bus-stop,” he boasted.
Where had the head boy dragged Baba 70 to?
Only time would tell.
Meanwhile, a fight had been set for bus-stop at the close of school, today.
To Be Continued….