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In the high school I attended, which was a boarding school, there were two things that I despised the most.

The first was the rice, specifically Thursday evening rice, which was always undercooked and tasteless, making it feel like I was chewing on sand, worse was that it never got better.

The second thing I detested was the public displays of horniness. Students like Nathaniel Johnson and his girlfriend seemed to believe that everyone wanted to witness their constant kissing, but it made me and many others uncomfortable.

They acted as if they were the only two people in the world, completely oblivious to the fact that there were other students around, junior students. Nathaniel was popular for numerous reasons, but in my opinion, he was shameless. I honestly expected him to carry himself with some degree of class and self-respect.

I cringed as his girlfriend of the term tried to swallow his face, wondering if he would get bored of her by the next term. His girlfriend, Senior Skylar Thompson, was one of the popular girls at school, with a figure that turned heads and attracted guys like Nathaniel. She was also the daughter of a fashion tycoon, a witch, and one of the labor prefects.

I looked down at my food, trying to hide my disgusted expression.

"Hey," my best friend Susan Oluwadare greeted me as she sat down next to me, holding her plate of unappetizing food.

A small smile formed on my lips. Finally a pleasant sight.
"What took you so long?" I asked. "I've been sitting here, watching Mr. and Mrs. whore exchange saliva."

Her dark brown eyes shifted towards them, and disgust filled her face. She looked away and whispered, "Why are they kissing like that?"

I shrugged. "It's Friday night, and we're leaving for a midterm break tomorrow, so I guess they'll miss each other a lot."

She stuck her tongue out. "Ew," she said, unscrewing the cap of her Fanta bottle. She had an obsession with Fanta and never went a day without it. "I wonder who his girlfriend will be next term," she added, taking a long sip from the bottle.

I played with my food, waiting for the dining prefect's bell, signaling the end of this sorry excuse of dinner.

"So are you traveling home tomorrow?" Susan asked.

I hesitated before answering. The day before, my mother had informed me through my school guardian that she was traveling for an important meeting for her career and couldn't provide details except that she wouldn't be back for a while. Which meant, there was no one to go home to.

"I'm not sure yet," I finally replied. "My mom is dealing with some things right now."

"You could always stay with me," she offered, and as sweet as it was, I knew it wasn't a good idea. Susan lived in Lagos, a bustling city. I had stayed with her twice during the three-day breaks last year, and while it was fun for short visits, I didn't think I could handle an extended stay. Plus, her parents were very religious, and although I respected their beliefs, it wasn't always easy for me to fit in. I also didn't want to be a burden again.

"I appreciate the offer, but I think I need to figure something else out. Maybe I'll visit my grandmother," I replied, hoping she wouldn't be offended.

She nodded, and I could tell she wasn't upset by my refusal. "I understand," she said with a smile.

I smiled back, relieved.

The bell rang and groans filled the air. Add night prep to the list of reasons why I hate this school.

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Prep was a waste of time.
Most of the class was gossiping or sleeping. The class was noisy and filled with excitement for the next day. Everyone except me was excited. Our prep supervisor, one of the dining prefects, had left barely twenty minutes before prep had even started.

I sighed as I flipped a page of the romance novel I was reading, titled "His Slut."
Don't judge a book by its title. It was an interesting novel, and it helped take my mind off other stuff.

As I continued reading, a delightful scent filled the air. I was so engrossed in my book that I didn't bother to look up and see where the scent was coming from. I was in my little world, oblivious to the fact that the entire class had fallen silent. It was only when Susan, who was my seatmate, kicked my foot underneath the desk that I came back to reality.

I turned to her, confused, and saw her wide-eyed gaze fixed on the side of our desk.

"His Slut, huh," a masculine voice said.

My eyes widened.

I followed Susan's gaze and nearly choked on my breath when I saw Senior Nathaniel Johnson standing next to my desk. The delightful scent was coming from him.

The entire class stood up to greet him, as was customary for all seniors who entered. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt weak, and my hands trembled. Why was I so nervous? Perhaps it was the way he was looking at me, his eyes focused on my face, a half-smile playing on his lips.

I managed to stand.

"Good evening, Senior Nathaniel," the entire class chorused, and Susan squeezed my hand as if asking why the whore had come from the senior secondary three building (S.S.3) to our senior secondary school two (S.S.2) building.

Girl, I didn't know either.

He nodded. "Sit!"

I sat down as he took the novel from my desk. Out of reflex, I tried to take it back.

He raised an eyebrow at my action.

"Sorry, Senior," I apologized, withdrawing my hands.

I fidgeted with my sweaty hands as his amber eyes skimmed over the open page. Why didn't I close that book? I knew exactly what he was reading right now.

I winced internally when he chuckled.

After a moment, he closed the book, but I noticed a finger between the pages I had been reading. "Follow me, Olivia," he said, turning around and walking out of the class. Murmurs erupted from my classmates, and Susan's eyes were so wide I feared they would fall out.

"What does he want?" she whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

I adjusted my short daywear uniform. I was screwed if the conformity prefect saw me. I wore it because I had already washed and packed my other daywear uniforms. Ugh!

My hands shook as I grabbed my cardigan from my locker and put it on. "I don't know, I don't know," I mumbled.

I rushed to the door, saw his back in the distance, and ran to catch up with him.

The truth was, I had always known Senior Nathaniel.

Weird, right?

Our mothers were roommates and best friends at university, and they still are. Nathaniel and I, however, were a completely different story. We were from different worlds. We didn't speak to each other when he and his mom came over to our house two years ago which was the first and last time they ever did. Or whenever my mother insisted we visit theirs. We simply ignored each other, and even in school, he acted like I didn't exist.

It was understandable, and I was not complaining about it.

His grandfather, P. Johnson Innoson, founded the first-ever Nigerian automobile brand, Innoson Motors. After years of setbacks and fierce competition with foreign cars in the Nigerian market, the brand became a huge success. Today, the brand thrives not only in Nigeria but in other African countries as well.

Innoson Motors is now worth billions, and Nathaniel's father, Mr Chukwuma Johnson Innoson, oversees the company. He wasn't just a national figure, but internationally recognized.

His father is the reason I could afford to attend a prestigious and expensive school like Ever High Rivers State, which was the high school of the wealthy. Because of my mom's relationship with his wife, he paid for my school fees and other expenses, which were not cheap.

My mom had even suggested that I go to a cheaper and more affordable school, but he had refused, claiming that I was like a daughter to him, and as long as Nathaniel was attending Ever High, so would I.

My father had left my mom and me when I was nine after losing his job, and life became unbearably difficult. But Nathan's family had helped us in ways like putting me through school, getting us a decent apartment in a really good area in Imo State because my mother had rejected the offer of a full house, opening a huge store for my mom, and helping my mom get back on her feet to cater for us.

I was grateful, but Nathaniel was still a whore.

We walked in silence as we moved further away from my classroom building towards the Junior Secondary School (JSS) building, specifically the JSS 1 building. The JSS 1 students hadn't resumed school yet, so the building was empty. It was a popular spot for horny students who couldn't control themselves.

Why were we coming here?

He still didn't say a word to me as we entered the empty, thankfully lit building and turned a corner to enter one of the classrooms. The door had a card that read JSS1A.

I stood awkwardly near the door as he sat on one of the desks.

He placed my book on the desk, shoved his hand into his pocket, and dug out a pack of cigarettes.

My eyes widened slightly, he smoked?
Cigarettes were contraband.

Then I reminded myself that he was the sports prefect, popular and loved among staff members and students not only because of his looks but, of course, his family name, which meant he could get away with a lot of stuff.

I watched as he took out a stick and, with cool grace, placed it between his lips before lighting the end up with a lighter he fished out of his other pocket.

I scrunched my nose, smokers were red flags for me.

He took a draw of the cigarette and let out the smoke through his nose.

"So," he started his deep rich voice washing over me."You like to read porn during prep."

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