ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

"Me?" The so called new kid questioned, using her frail finger to point to herself shakily. After what her friend told her, she is sure her life is about to get doomed. And there are so many people there, none of them are going to try helping in this situation, she is hundred and eight sure of it. Besides, she is the novice rookie no one knows.

"Yes." Hayaat excitedly answered but her face is austere, not giving anything away as to what they have planned. She don't know what Fatima is going to do this time around though, her moves are always unpredictable.

The new kid named Fatima also moved forward and stand right in front of Maah, her eyes staring at her fingers anxiously. From what she's heard, this woman in front of her is going to do something messy to her, she could at least show she wasn't much intimidated. In reality, her stomach is churning the lunch she ate and her heart is running miles per nanosecond. She's never been in such situation, she is the quite type of kid.

She thought her life in this college will be simple, easy and peaceful like herself but she's clearly guessed wrong yet again. Though she's also studying psychology, she don't want to try reading this calculative gorgeous woman in front of her. Her own eyes are sharper, it is as if she is reading her thought with just that gaze so she'd better permit her eyes down wards. The fear is palpable, if she raise her head, there is no doubt she will see the apprehensiveness shining in them.

She's never been in such situation, it is making her anxious. She glanced quickly at Fatima before swerving her eyes away, badly wanting to ease her uneasiness but to no avail. She tugged at her maxi dress, thinning her lips then biting on the lower one to make it more peacher than it is, her other hand is gripping her bag in a vice grip, as if it's her shield against Maah.

"What's your name?" Some might mistaken the piercing words as politeness coming from Fatima and she is also surprised, she never asked for their names and dive right through what she wants to do.

"Fatima." The new kid forced a smile to her face, as if the burden is taken off her shoulders but that is not the part. She is amongst the ones that mistaken Fatima's question, she is in for a surprise.

"Ouu, your namesake!" Betsy giggled at the coincidence. She's never asked for their names but the one person she's asked turned out to be her namesake, she finds it funny.

"Have you ever cleaned someone's shoes with your month's allowance?" Fatima let out a cruel smile at the girl's horrified face, she loves the sight because it reminds her so much of herself. She could clearly remember that helpless terrified look she's always featured in the past. She enjoys seeing it on other people knowing she is the cause of it, it's thrilling.

"N-no." Came the stuttering reply Fatima was expecting so she clapped her hand, Bara's quickly brought a chair for Fatima whilst smiling nefariously.

Fatima lowered her height to the chair, place her right leg atop the left one before her brows raise in demand to the girl in front of her. She quickly stuff her hand inside her backpack to take out the one thousand notes she just cashed out from the bank. Her father told her to manage it for the rest of the week as she settles down. Trying to act smart, she removed few of them and knelt down in front of Fatima.

"Are you trying to act smart? Bring out the rest and clean my shoes attentively with them all." Fatima narrowed her eyes, seeing right through what the girl is doing, she's been there a few times. They think they can pass through her psychological brain just like that.

"Please, I don't have much money to eat food. I'm sorry, I'll do anything for you but please not my pocket money." The girl started crying now, tears rolling down her face to the yellow veil she wrapped in classic style. No remorse or pity visited Fatima's heart, she is that heartless.

"Does it look like I care, namesake?" She spatted out the word namesake with distaste so the girl hiccupped and started cleaning the Louboutin stilettos in amazement. She's never seen the brand face to face, only in magazines when celebrities are wearing.

At that exact time, Ahmad arrived at the location he was addressed to come to by that lady. He didn't want to leave the car to come see what is going on but he had to emerge from it after seeing the crowd of people surrounding certain people. It is his job to investigate and calculate anything suspicious so he strolled there with more grace.

His presence demanding respect and attention at the same time so as he glided further into the crowd, the students disperse for him to pass through unconsciously. They could feel the power radiating off of him. The strong posture, hard shoulders, high chin, chest out, walking with wide steps and his hands loosely behind his back. He is approaching the crowd with ease, like he's meant to steal the attention.

When he made it to the front of the crowd where five ladies are, he halted to examine the situation before pouncing. Seeing an innocent one kneeling down in front of another mighty one looking superior on a chair cleaning her shoes. In just a few seconds, it clicked to him what is going on and who the leader is. There is a bully with her minions and a victim there, kneeling below the bully.

He narrowed his eyes at all the women standing first, keeping eyes on each of them. The trio standing there are just smiling at the situation looking bored, like this is least of what they were expecting which it is. Fatima never stays with this simple bully, she always create chaos and havoc but she is clearly keeping it light for the sake of this girl who happens to be her namesake. And maybe because the girl didn't cause them much trouble, they like the headstrong ones for it is much better to watch.

Knowing where he should pounce on, he made his way to the center not caring about the gasps coming from the other students. The three girls standing atop of her automatically meander to look at him, their eyes scrutinizing his moves but that didn't falter his moves because he didn't gift them a single glance. His eyes are focused of the two Fatimas rounded in the middle, they are his target not her stooges.

The girls' jaws hit the floor in amazement, wonder and astonishment. There is no doubt this guy coming towards them is not a Nigerian or live half his life somewhere far abroad under air conditioner and have no idea how it is being in Nigeria. His stance, demeanor, move, charisma and posture screams majesty, mystery and enigma! Just the way he walks is something you need to take lessons on, not to talk about his own looks and appearance.

The air around him itself screams power!

His austere face is what makes him more intriguing and dangerous at the same time. He is the definition of those scary malignant mafias making their entrance at a crime scene orchestrated for him. His eyes are hidden by his sunglasses so they can't gouge out his exact reaction to what is going on. Not that they would've stopped Fatima, the girl is unstoppable by anyone but her own instinct so they didn't waste their breathe nor try to make it look as though they are intimidated.

The guy is drop dead handsome though, way handsomer than any man they've ever seen their whole life. It's not like there are no handsome men finer than him, but he's managed to fill in everything in their imagination. The clear buttery skin, perfect height of six ft two, just a bit muscly that might've come with love for sport and correct fashion sense to merge along those qualities. It should be too much for him, he is too perfect.

He is exhibiting casual tawny chinos, onyx cotton shirt that tightened across his upper body to perfection. His feet are covered up with jean classical sneakers, casual yet sexy.

"What is going on here?" Ahmad's voice is emaciated, thinning his rage down a bit to give them a chance to prove him wrong of the situation.

But the girl he is talking to didn't raise her head to look up at him!

Instead, the one cleaning the superior's shoes with what he found as money looked up at him but didn't answer. It angers him further like an avalanche sliding down his body making him hot with more wrath. He's heard that he has anger issues, he never agreed to that because he only gets mad when ignored. There is nothing Ahmad Hakim Al-Hafiz hates more than being ignored intentionally, it makes him lose rationality. Just like what is happening right then.

"Nothing is happening, Sir." One of the three girls answered, it was Betsy because she is sure this man isn't any ordinary man. The way he spoke, it said a lot of things about the power he has so they should emaciate more suspect.

"It doesn't look like it. Is this a browbeat?" He didn't remove his eyes from Fatima though his eyes are shield with sunglasses, no one knows what he is looking at. He is close to strangling her pretty long neck, in mere seconds.

"It is not, just a bit fun." Another answered, it was Bara'a looking nervous about the situation they are in. No one ever questions them which means this man is either new there or has so much power to think about crossing Babagana's daughter.

"Is she mute?" He inquired through gritted teeth, pointing at Fatima. She is still sitting there nonchalantly, as if commotion isn't going on atop her head. As if her friends are not endorsing her so closely.

"She doesn't like talking." Hayaat chirped, her answer sarcastic because no natter where it goes, at the long run, they won't end up locked up by anyone. As long as they are guarding Fatima Musa Babagana.

Not able to take it, Ahmad use his hand and yank Fatima away from the chair so she is now standing on her feet with the help of Betsy. She is wearing heels, and he took her by surprise so she had a hard time standing upright but after that happens, she leisurely rose her head to look at the man who dared to do that to her. No one has ever crossed the line with her. The farer they go is talking, no one ever used their hands on her and goes unscathed.

"What are you?" Her quite sweet alluring voice queried, eyes directly catching his own even with the shades. No doubt, he didn't expect her to be this beautiful and majestic.

Her skin isn't fair neither is it dark, it is this beautiful warm tan colour but with the makeup, she looks to be light tan. Her eyes are doe-like, filled with so many layers of secrets and darkness that he had to double take. What had she gone through to be so sad and malevolent? Most of all, they look depleted!

Not wanting to even study her beautiful face any further, he licked his punch lips in annoyance and decided to brag his title, shelving the fact that she said what are you instead of who are you, he will allow that to slide. "ACP Ahmad Al-Hafiz."

"Whatever, Police Officer." She rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to the other Fatima still kneeling down on the floor. She decided to let her go, to be lenient on her because for the first time, she didn't want to punish her anymore than she did.

"You can go, namesake. Come get me whenever you find yourself in trouble." With that, she strutted away like nothing happened, her minions endorsing behind her like shield. He couldn't believe what just happened!

Is that how Nigerians are or is she just too haughty and arrogant?!

"Sir, she is the Fatima you were asking for." A woman from the now dissipating crowd informed Ahmad, he swerved around just to see the girl she pointed at, the lady that just bullied some kid and arrogantly dismissed him like no one ever does. Not even his seniors back in Texas dismissed him like that!

"That lady?" He stuck his finger in condescension, disdain taking over his facials. He couldn't believe that girl is his Aunt's stepdaughter! How does she deal with such person in her home?

"Yes, Sir." The girl confirmed, following his finger to stare at Fatima talking to her friends while they listen attentively while turning around to look at the man himself.

"Thanks." He appreciated before sighing in aggravation, he still needs to pick her up and take her home. Darn it, how he wished he can ask someone to do that for him but unfortunately, he is new there and knows no one.

Another deep breath of iffy left him before he made his way to the incubus. He didn't lose her sight so it was quick for him to catch up with her and brought their movement to a halt by blocking their path, standing in front of them. She didn't react and instead, gave him a bored stare as if she is tired of his drama which hurts his ego more than he would ever admit.

"Aunt Adeelah sent me, I am going to take you home." He didn't like that she was staring at him like she would her crushes, he is a darn police officer who was bored of hearing his mother and Aunt rant and agreed to come take her haughty stepdaughter.

"Ou, I got a new driver who happens to be an ACP? I'll have to give it to her, she's done a great job for once." She smirked, her eyes searching him from head down to his toes before she nodded in appreciation. Irking Ahmad to no end!

"A driver? Stop acting like a brat and follow me." Was his curt reply, he don't have time to argue with her about him not being a driver but high ranked going police officer. What the heck is this little brat thinking now? That his Aunt got him as her new driver? And for once? He concluded, this girl respects no one and his Aunt is not excluded from this offensiveness.

"My drivers don't order me around, dude. You are the one to follow me around till I'm done what I want to, get it?" She inclined her head to the left side, sending her right eyebrow aloof.

"For the nth time, I am not your driver! Kindly follow me to the car before I lose my temper." He frowned at her, if only she could see his red eyed staring disdainfully at her figure. Even her stooges are quite, seemingly enjoying the interaction between their girl and this handsome officer.

"Not my driver? Then why are you here to pick me up? Who are you? Do you know me? Don't try me!" She is now losing her temper, not enjoying the little tryst she thought of this to be. She was almost enjoying the deep frown, it's cinch to irk the man it seems.

With another quelling glare sent his way, she swerved around and chunk down the lane again, not bothering about the new crowd again. Why are people so eager to see something to gossip about? He doesn't care about the people either for the wrath that is getting influx inside of him is greater than that. With his echelon, this woman is daring to do this nonsense with him? Who does she think she is?!

And with that, he made a rash decision and act on it that second!