Hannah And I - S01 E06 (Story Episode)

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Hannah And I - S01 E06 (Story Episode)

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Mr Newton came in and flogged me seven strokes excluding the ‘dressing strokes’. Nigerian teacher will never miss that.

My revenge plan was countered, well countered. I thought she loved me but it’s now obvious that I was wrong. The day embarrassment was just to much to bear. I didn’t talk to a soul, even Tom and Ajay. I went home sad.

‘Maybe she was trying to protect her pride and dignity or maybe she doesn’t feel what I’m feeling for her.’ these were my thoughts as I walked along the bushy path that leads to my house. I just couldn’t bring myself to believing that Hannah could behave that childish.

When I got to school the following day and another embarrassment came my way. I was brought out before the students; juniors, seniors, friends, haters. My eyes was filled with tear as I stood before them. I looked my class line and saw Hannah crying too or was she laughing? I couldn’t get a clear vision as the liquid on my eyelids wouldn’t allow. I was flogged again and the principal said he ought to suspend me but since it was my first case with the school, every first mishap from every student come with forgiveness. The assembly got dismissed and every one went to their class but I stood transfix and swore never to have anything do with Hannah.

‘She can flirt and do whatever she likes for all I care and to hell with Delilah!’ I said and wept sorely.

Ajay and Tom later came to console me. I washed my face and got back to my normal self.

Things continued like that until one Thursday. A junior student came to me during break and gave me a small paper. I asked who sent her but she walked away. ‘Let’s meet in the library’ was written on the paper. I tried tracing the handwriting but couldn’t say who it belong too. One thing I was sure about is that it wasn’t Hannah’s. I passed the note to my friends and they told me to go and clear our doubt. I walked quietly towards the silent library. It was as silent as elites graveyard. I searched the library with my eyes and no soul was inside. I had became a joking and laughing stock to every one, even the juniors so the girl might be playing me, I thought and motioned to move out of the yellow painted room.

This made hot tears roll down my cheeks. Then I heard the sound, it came as if someone was crying. I trace it to the corner of the library and saw her, head down and crying like someone who lost her Christmas cloth.

‘Tell me why I am here’ I asked angrily but she didn’t reply. I hissed and made to leave.

‘I am sorry’ she said amidst tears

‘Sorry? Just that? Will your sorry undo the embarrassment? The pains? The feeling of dissappointing my parents?

‘I didn’t do it. I didn’t report, I swear with my life,’ she said confusing me.

‘You are not a good liar. Mr Newton is no god to know what happened in the class’

‘I went to call him for Mathematics, I don’t know how he knew what happened. I’m sorry for slapping you’
she said, crying.

A part of me wanted to believe her but other parts are pulling me back. I pull out the face towel in my pocket and gave it to her. She declined and I threatened not to forgive her if she doesn’t accept it. I forgave her and we went out of the library holding hands. I gisted my friends about what happened in the library and they said Sam was behind everything. He had a phone with him and could have texted Mr Newton that day.

‘The relationship between them is what I don’t know,’ Ajay said.

‘That aside, Phemloid, do you love her?’ Tom asked a question I had no answer for.

‘I…’ I was about to reply but I remembered Susan.