“Mr. Obi said he will delay a bit. He is still marking our assignment.” Bimpe, who had gone to call the chemistry teacher, announced. “In the meantime,” she continued, “y’all are required to keep yourselves busy with your textbooks; exercise thirteen, page two hundred and seventy-four.” Some hissed, and a few searched their bags for their textbook. Those who were indifferent comprised the majority. Evans continued with the novel he had been reading, before Bimpe’s interruption. He flipped a page, searching for the next paragraph marked with red ink. The new page had three paragraphs marked with red ink, and Evans started with the first: Jôse’s cock leaped each time her lips touched him. He felt his huge, erect member; and his desire grew. Amy saw the plea in his eyes, and she made his cock leap one last time before she took all of him in her mouth.
“Evans,” he heard, and he looked up. Ijeoma Nweze stood quite close, and Evans wondered why she had raised her voice to call his name. “I’ve been standing here, and you did not even notice my presence.” she said. As usual, it did not require more than one sentence for one to recognize that Ijeoma had spent most of her life in the village. “Ehn, what are you reading?” Ijeoma asked. She tried to reach for the novel, but Evans quickly moved the book. She hissed before she delivered her message. “Mr. Hassan wants to see you in his office, now.”
“Yes. Or, you don’t know him again?”
“Why?” Evans asked.
“When you get there, you can ask him that question. And others too, because I know you never run short of questions to ask.”
Evans stared at her, giving Ijeoma the false impression that her words had gotten to him. On the contrary, he was pleased. Evans had engaged her in a conversation just to buy himself some time—enough time to return to a flaccid state.
“Mr. Hassan said you should come immediately.”
“What’s your problem this morning?”
“My problem, abi? Don’t worry, when you get to Mr. Hassan’s office you will know that you are the one who had a problem all along.”
Evans stood to his feet. He also made his usual adjustment with his trouser.
“What are you looking at?” he asked Ijeoma who stood observing his ritual. She hissed and walked to her seat. Evans forced the novel into his pocket, knowing Ijeoma would search his bag for it. He would have dropped the novel with Emeka, but Emeka was not in the classroom.
As Evans walked down the stairs, he felt the urge to ease himself. He made a quick decision, choosing to answer Mr. Hassan’s call first.
“Senior Evans,” he heard. He turned and saw Jacinta standing close to the door of her classroom. Evans swallowed. The need to use the toilet also increased.
“Did I scare you?” she asked.
“No.” Evans replied. He walked close to her, though maintaining a reasonable distance, unlike in his imagination, that morning, where he had her pinned to the wall, before bathing her with his semen.
She smiled. “Sorry for the distraction, I just wanted to greet.”
“No, it was no distraction. And thanks for the greeting.”
“You are welcome.” she said.
“Wait.” Evans called, as Jacinta had made an attempt to run into her classroom. “Can I buy you ice-cream during the break period?” he asked. Evans tried to remember the amount he had in his pocket. At the moment, he could not.
Jacinta’s smile broadened, and Evans was pleased. Her smile was enough to show that she had accepted to spend some time with him.
“Okay. I’ll be standing at this point, right here, once the bell is rung for break period.” Evans liked the way Jacinta smiled. “I hope you won’t change your mind?”
“And I hope you won’t keep me waiting for long.”
“I won’t.” she said, and immediately disappeared into her classroom. She had suddenly turned red in the face.
Evans walked into Mr. Hassan’s office with a full bladder. He prayed their meeting would be brief. Evans also tried to steady his breathing, as he had run most of the distance.
Mr. Hassan looked up as Evans approached his table. “You took quite a while. I sent for you over an hour ago.”
An hour, Evans muttered. Either Mr. Hassan was exaggerating or Ijeoma had not been prompt with delivering the message, he reasoned. Evans accepted the latter.
“I’m sorry, sir.” Evans apologized. Then he added a lie, hopeful that Mr. Hassan would not doubt his claim. “There was a teacher in my class.”
“Okay. I wanted you to meet the parent of a new student in JSS three.” Mr. Hassan said, while his hands adjusted his eyeglass. “The boy, though smart, he still finds mathematics to be too difficult, hence the need for assistance. And as my best mathematics student while you were in junior school, I felt you can handle the situation.” Mr. Hassan paused, then he continued, “The kind gesture will surely be appreciated.” They both smiled. “Only a fool will accept that a teacher’s reward is in heaven.”
“Sir!” Evans hailed, trying to uphold the teacher’s joke.
“By the way, hope you still top your class in mathematics?”
“I do try my best, sir.” Evans responded. Though he acknowledged to himself that he had dropped two positions.
“Is the proposal something you can handle?”
“I’ll try my best, sir.”
“Good.” Mr. Hassan said, before he turned to a boy who knelt at a corner in the room. “You, go to JSS 3A and call me . . . Oghenekevwe Walter. Then you can go to your class. But, next time don’t fail to submit your assignment.”
“Yes, sir.” the boy said loudly, and scurried away.
While they waited, Mr. Hassan tore a sheet of paper, and on it he wrote a mathematical problem. When he was done, he passed the paper to Evans. Evans was grateful that Mr. Hassan had chosen a problem from the topic Bearing.
“Good morning, sir.” someone greeted and they both turned towards the door. Evans turned first. “Good morning, senior.”
“Come right in, Walter.” Mr. Hassan said. And in walked the most handsome boy Evans was sure he had ever seen. He considered the features of the boy that walked in: dark, slender face; low, natural-curly hair and fine broad shoulders. A perfect description of a teenage boy, Evans thought. He suddenly felt hard in his short, and he was unsure if it was a product of his full bladder or the presence of Walter. Evans blamed it on his bladder.
“You sent for me, sir.” Walter said with a bow.
“Yes. This is Evans, senior Evans. He will be your guide in mathematics. I’m sure you’ll learn a lot from him. Evans is a good boy too.” Walter had a shy look when he turned briefly towards Evans. He quickly looked away as their eyes met. Evans smiled.
“When do we start, sir?” he asked.
“That’s for you to decide. You are the master here.”
“Let’s start today, during the break period.” Evans said. He had completely forgotten that he had made a proposal to Jacinta minutes earlier.
“Perfect.” Mr. Hassan said. “There seem to be a bond between you two, that I can sense. And I love it.”
Evans smiled. Walter smiled too.
Emeka walked the stairs slowly. He had spent a reasonable time in the biology laboratory, as Mrs. Bassey had asked him to clean the windows, his punishment for coming late to school. After Emeka walked into the laboratory, it did not take long for him to observe that it looked same as it had always been. He guessed it must have been a minor re-arrangement that Evans had done the previous afternoon, also considering that Evans had not stayed there for long. Emeka pushed all thoughts about Evans and the laboratory as he saw Jacinta approaching.
“Hi,” he greeted.
“Hi,” she responded, and tried to walk past him. Emeka stood in her way. He had always wanted to talk to her, but never summoned the courage. He was not shy, neither did he find it difficult talking to a girl. Jacinta was the only girl he had such difficulty with. He believed that was how true love was meant to be.
“Can we spend some time during the break?” He prayed she would be kind enough to say—yes. “I could forfeit my lunch money for you.” he added. He thought his offer would make her smile, but it did not.
“I’m sorry. Your friend asked me out first, and I accepted.” she said. “And obviously, three persons would be quite a crowd.”
“Evans?” Emeka asked.
“Yes.” And she freely walked past him. Jacinta took few steps before she turned. Emeka had remained fixed on same spot. “Do tell Evans that I prefer the vanilla flavour; he’ll understand.” She smiled, and continued on the stairs. Emeka knew Jacinta’s last sentence served only one purpose—he should stay away from her, far away. And she had delivered it well.
Emeka smiled. If I can’t get you, neither will Evans, by hook or by crook; he muttered.