Chapter 3 THE NEW BOY

CHAPTER THREE THE NEW BOY First day of the second week, the assembly ground was full, and classes were noisy as students had resumed fully. We are having a combined Mathematics class with science students. Why must I start my first official week of school with Mathematics?! "Gen have you seen the new guy, I heard he starts today", Amaka asked as we were walking to the classroom. "No I haven't, I think Mr. Oyelami will introduce him to us", I replied, as she walked faster, leaving me behind.

I walked into the science class for the next lesson, desperately searching for my friend's seat, when suddenly someone bumped into me and all my books dropped to the ground. I looked up to see the person and it was a guy, who, I’m sure, must have been blind to have knocked me over like that. I was expecting an apology but rather he said, "Don't you have eyes? Watch where you're going missy!"

"What the-----" He was gone before I could complete the word. He didn't even pause for a second to help me with my books. I felt so angry and at the same time wondered who he was because I'd never seen him before, but then I don't know everyone in science class.

As I slid into Esther's seat, Amaka sat directly in front of me with Aishat. She quickly turned around to face me. "Why do science students have attitude problems, they're so proud, act as if they're the most intelligent students in the whole school and the boys are so handsome at the same time?" "Well not all of us are proud, e.g. me", Esther answered brightly. "Whatever! Gen when is that principal of ours going to tell us who the prefects are? I really want you to be head girl, not that busybody Funke!" Aishat stated.

"Hahahaha......" I laughed "Just because you hate her doesn't mean she can't be the head girl, even though I don't like her either." "It's not just that, you deserve it better than she does, I mean she's rude, too proud, too everything. In fact no one except her stupid group of girls who think they're the prettiest in the whole school likes her, not to mention her classmates!" Esther joined in. "Okay, let's just end this conversation here, enough about Funke", I sighed.

The Funke of a girl is totally a handful. She is that girl whose skirt is the shortest in the school. She acts like she's in a teenage movie where she and her minions are mean cheerleaders. Gosh! She's annoying, frustrating, if I start stating everything she is, it's going to take a long while. She takes after her mother who is a popular troublemaker in this school, and I just wonder how her father copes. I mean he's totally a different person, so calm, kind and very friendly. I've met him just once and we had a very nice conversation.

Few seconds later, our Mathematics teacher entered, and we all stood up to greet him. "Good morning Mr. Oyelami", we all echoed. "Good day class, you can have your seats." We all sat down. "Well for most of you who haven't met Jeremiah Eliot, he's a transfer student, Stand up Jeremiah so the class can see you" He continued.

Turns out Jeremiah is the same guy who bumped into me, and no wonder I didn't recognize him. Well this definitely wasn't how I pictured the new guy. I pictured him as a little nerdy looking guy, with glasses on, but surprisingly, and I hate to admit this, he's a drop dead gorgeous, totally a knockout!. As I glared at him he caught my eye and winked at me. Jerk! I turned around just in time to see Funke giving him the eye. She's such a flirt. When she noticed he was looking at me and not her, she frowned and gave me the (stay away from him he's mine) look. Something tells me these last few days of school are going to be quite interesting.

"We're going to start with the circle theorem, because most of you have serious issues there, most especially you Genevieve, so pay good attention" Mr. Oyelami pointed at me in particular when he noticed I was distracted. Great! Just what I need to start my day with.

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"I still didn't understand what he taught us", I whined. "Gen, were you even listening? We all know you hate the subject, you have totally given up on Maths", Aishat said as we walked out of the class. "No, I listened this time but I still didn't understand, It was as if he was teaching in another language, I got lost", I complained. "Why won't it be another language", Aishat mocked. "Well did you guys see the way Jerry was just answering all the questions in class, Omo that guy get brain! And did you see the way all the girls were ogling him even that nonsense Funke of a girl too" Amaka chipped in.

"Yes ooo, he is handsome, you gotta appreciate beauty when you see one, and I also noticed that he winked at Genevieve" Aishat said. "He's just a showoff jare, and a big jerk", I growled. "Well this showoff can help you with your problems in Maths, Miss Slippery Fingers", Jerry interrupted. Of course he had to butt in. "What did you just call me", I said angrily, turned to face him. "You heard me didn't you? I don't need to repeat myself or have you also gone deaf too?" Jerry said. "Just shut up, you're the one who turned blind and knocked me off, beside I'll rather fail Maths than ask for help from someone whose father bribed the principal to get into this school", I replied. "Just so you know (not that it's any of your business) no bribing was involved, my father only explained to the principal why I had to transfer so suddenly and he understood perfectly", he snapped. "Okay that's enough you two, Gen we have Literature class now, so you guys can continue arguing during break time but for now let's go, bye handsome", Amaka dragged me away. "What was that all about?" Aishat asked immediately as we entered the class. "Nothing serious", I replied, still angry.

Mrs. Omotayo, Our literature teacher, instantly entered the class. Thank God! She chose the perfect time, because I don't want to start explaining what happened with Jerry to my friends right now.

…………………………………………..………………………………………….. "So tell me, how many assignments do you have today?" Mum questioned me as I entered the living room. "Well just two", I replied, dropping my bag on the couch, obviously exhausted. "By next week teachers would start flooding us with tests, assignments, projects and so on.....", I continued, carrying my bag as I went upstairs.

I collapsed on the bed with my bag, I stretched my hands towards the table to get my phone but suddenly remembered what Mom said yesterday about seizing my phone. I quickly ran into the bathroom for a quick shower, and came out in a few minutes to reply to some messages on my phone while eating my lunch. I decided to do my assignment after I was done with the internet. I wonder how I'm going to do this math assignment. This annoying Maths is giving me a headache o, all this circle theorem gan sef.

Later on, I was summoned by my Mom to come eat dinner. I was so happy for the distraction because honestly my brain was starting to melt.