Walk of Shame
Grace watched them talk , they sat at the round table in the university conference room. she in the middle while a panel of six professors and the dean stared at her, her documents and files open before them.
“Grace micheals, you must understand why we called you here. We hope you would rethink your decision. You are one of our bright students. And it would be regrettable to lose you. You have great potential for a distinctive student and we would love to retain you here after your degree. You are something rare and rare finds should be kept close.”
Grace stared at the Dean, something about his glasses always sitting on his nose and the look on his face always wanted to make her laugh, but she bit her lower lip instead. She was tired They have been at this for a week.
She had no choice. They were relocating and she was an only child. She goes where her mother goes. No arguments. This was their second move in two years. And she hopes this was their last.
“Are you sure there is nothing we can say or do to convince your mother to let you stay in Lagos and finish your education. ??” Her Sociology professor asked. He had grown quite fond of her. He said she reminded him of his daughter.
“Am sorry but this is what I and my mother want, she truly appreciates your support and care but we would love to have the transfer scripts So I can further my education in Port Harcourt ” Grace replied, she hoped they would sign it . She hated the move already but the longer they talked about it the annoying it got and the more nostalgic she would feel.
She watched as each of them stared at each other and with a sigh of resignation, authorized the transfer and signed it. Giving her a copy, taking one for themselves and one to be transferred with her transcripts to her new school.
“We wish you success in your future endeavours and we hope you soar high. We would email your transcripts to your new school so they are aware of your transfer. Have a good day Miss Grace Micheals. you are dismissed.” he shifted his glasses again .
Graced thanked them and excused herself. Closing the door faintly behind her. The breeze kissed her soft chicks while she sucked in and expelled air.
They were angry she was leaving? what about her? She was the one being tossed here and there, who should be more pained? She sighed shaking the thoughts out of her head.
She checked her time…and then began running. She needed to pack.
…….***The Next Day***…….
She stood beside her mother as they sang “amazing grace” before the close of early morning mass. Then the thunderous clapping which ushered in “The Lord’s prayer “. The service ended.
It was getting late. The drive to port harcourt was going to be long, but her mother liked to greet and meet and discuss things in the wrongest of times. She bit her lower lip as she waited for her. A habit she began as a child when she was nervous, uncomfortable or annoyed.
Her mother came outside , a smile breaking across her face. .
“Sorry my baby, Let’s go ”
“No worries mother, I hate to drag you away from your friends but We do have to get going and you know how I hate first days of school? And I don’t intend to look cranky too.” They got to their car, and the driver pulled away, heading into the street.
‘You are a transfer student from Lagos. You should be used to the school environs by now Darlyn, it doesn’t matter if you are relocating again. Anyhow I had to tell them goodbye. I trust you didn’t forget anything. its a long drive back to Lagos and I won’t be gracing the seat with you ” Her mother stared at her. those looks that grace felt was staring into her soul.
Grace shook her head,indicating a no. She brought out her laptop , glad she remembered to charge it during the night. She clicked on her wordpress app and then began typing on her writing pad… “Journeying into the heart of yet another crowded city..” she prided herself for being a gossip blogger, writing about celebrities life ,journeys and publishing her memories.
****The Next Day In Port Harcourt****
Victoria rolled off the bed , strolling to her window naked,stretching. Leaving the snoring figure behind .
It was 9: 15. She sighed. The hangover from the night before made her weigh a ton, she dragged herself lazily to the bathroom as she was in no hurry to get to class.
‘Better late than never ” she mused as she strolled back to bed, bathed and fully dressed, kicking the stranger awake.
‘Get out. Am heading to class'” . He rolled off the bed, as she helped him up, stacking his cloths to his chest and nudged him out the door with her..
‘Can I call you??” His smelled of alcohol and overnight breath, his eyes groggy from sleep and hangover.
“Argh hell no!!”
She turned her face away not to inhale his bad breath, pushing him out she locked her door and didn’t spare him a glance as she walked out of her apartment and into her car . Forgetting the dude immediately; One of the many faceless men she had and didn’t bother knowing their name. Her radio on full blast as Katy Perry ‘s “Roar” graced the streets. The drive from her residence to Abuja campus in Uniport was a 10 minutes drive. Her class was well under swing.
She strolled in as Mr Bamidele was lecturing on social inequality . Eyes followed her.
” Young lady, how dare you walk into my class by this time?? In-fact see me in my office after this class. Nonsense! !”
He scolded her and adjusted his glasses. Victoria nodded . A mischievous smile on her face . A sullen look of some of her course mates who pitied her, some who desired her, others who feared her and an equally mischievous glint of the eyes of the few who knew her.
“Sorry sir. Yes sir!”
She said as she grabbed her seat. Sandra and bunmi, her sidekicks hailed her silently . Then the class went quiet and lectures resumed. She knew he was all bark and no bite. Another rendezvous in his office would leave him drooling after her.
Their deal was simple. .” He gives her good grades and she caresses his libido’ . The rest was just for show.
……**** The Dean’s Office****…..
Anthony waited for his father to be done with his meeting. He strolled into his office as he watched a group of people walk out.
“You wanted me pops??” He asked standing behind him. His desk separating both of them. Just the way they have lived their lives ever since his mother died.
“Yes yes!!” He turned placing a file on his desk.
“A new student is being transfered from lagos and she is already in the waiting area. Year three. As the student body president I need you to make sure she is properly orientated. As it’s your department ..so get to it.'” He dismissed him.
His father had always being a man of few words. He times everything to importance and priorities. He never mixed personal issues with business. Not even to ask how his dear son was doing. Money and fame wasn’t everything. what happened to love and care?? What happened to family??.
As his father had no time for words. He also had no patience for disturbance and unnecessities.
Anthony sighed. He wondered why his father had to disturb his alone time for this. He had no time for newbies too.
“Right” he lifts the documents Off the table without opening it and went to the reception area. He searched for her eyes until it rested on him.
“Sweetheart. . . Don’t you look breathtaking this morning ?” he strolled to her and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Her eyes followed his handsome face and then she blushed.
“Oh you naughty boy. What do you want now?” she vividly remembered what he looked and felt like a week ago when he took her to paradise and back.
“Well to greet you, plus Can you do me a favour?. I got this assignment am working on and pops wants to put me on a newbie ‘ s case. Please find another scapegoat. I am on my deadline already. Please ??”
He touched her hands tentatively. She smiled. He may be younger but he was a fine damn lover. And what his father didnt know wouldn’t hurt him. She was his secretary and that was it. But on one occasion, sometime last week Anthony had made her feel good. A pity it was a one time thing, he doesn’t date older women. But she was grateful. Her husband was a bore in the sack. A little fun albeit once was deeply cherished.
” Ok fine. Give me the documents and get going. I will handle it “. She laughed. He kissed her cheeks and left.
He wasnt about to pass up free drinks and a lady’s thighs just because his father said so. He was even skipping class. He got his father’s brains. Intelligence was in his blood. But a lady’s heat made him boil. He smirked and left.
She walked to the waiting area..
“Grace Micheals ??? ” She watched as a pretty girl raised her head from her computer and got up. She was pretty. Too pretty.
” She might break a few hearts” she mused. The pretty girl with an innocent eyes walked towards her.
“Welcome to the University of Port Harcourt. Come, I will take you around and get you settled. Classes have already begun . Here are your documents and other necessary details you will need and rules and regulations .”
She walked ahead and urged the girl to follow.
“Everyone please make her feel at home”. Mr Bamidele urged his students as Grace was directed to his class by the Secretary, after he did the proper introductions.
Grace thanked him and walked inbetween students, a few guys offered her a seat close to them. A few girls welcomed her. And one stopped her from taking the seat infront of her.
“That seat is reserved…for the student body president!”
The girl said. Her makeup too heavy, her nails long and cloths too skimpy for a class.
Grace looked around, ” is he a ghost??” She wispered. Anything could be possible, she didn’t see nobody
“You will be if you seat on it”. the girl threatened. Grace ached a brow.. a girl tapped her.
“Come, newbie. Seat here” she pulled her down beside her, away from the girl who looked ready to pick a fight over an empty chair.
” ignore the banshee . ” She wispered .
Grace shook her head and sat down, thanking the girl. Class resumed.
‘Hi am Rose. And that is Victoria. She is queen around here. You don’t want to mess with her” the girl said, giving her, her hand to shake while pointing with her index finger towards Victoria.
“Thank you. Am Gra–” Grace began taking her hands in hers but gets caught off.
“Yes grace..lag transfer. I have good ears. Don’t worry, I will show you around and try to keep you from trouble”she smiled. Graced smiled back. Already warming up to the girl.
Victoria already knew she wasn’t going to like the new girl. she seemed Like a stubborn weed. She liked to prune stubborn weeds. She smiled dismissing the new girl as another thought seeped in.
“But where the hell was Anthony??”
She wondered . The only guy she craved for other than chocolates . The only guy who seemed to be oblivious of her charms.. and the only guy she wanted for herself …and no one dares to go for her toys…much less her prized possessions.
She knew it. They knew it. He doesn’t know it yet but she was working on that. She hoped the new girl did too.
She pretended to concentrate on Mr Bamidele ‘ s class but in reality she was fantasizing about the guy who was making all the girls swoon in school.. The only guy she had been crushing on for three straight years. Love was a strange thing. And if she knew what love was or meant…Or if love was a man. Then love was “Anthony.”
“if only he would listen ” she sighed.
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