After school, I told my friend, Linda, that we couldn’t leave school together. She was surprised. We always left for home together. I didn’t want to tell her yet that Charles wanted to see me. I needed to know what he wanted to see me for before I would tell any of my friends anything. “The head teacher said she wants to see me,” I told her.
“Head teacher, why? What did you do?” she’d asked, puzzled. “Nothing. I guess she just wants me to do some things for her but I have no idea how long it could take,” I replied.
We agreed I would stop by at her place on my way home by the time I’m done with the head teacher. I waited for her and my other friends to leave the school premises before heading towards the library to meet my ‘new friend.’
The door to the library was not locked when I got there. I turned the knob and was half surprised the door was unlocked. Usually, by that time of the day, the library would’ve been locked and no one would be able to have access inside until the following day. I got inside and was scared at first when I looked around and couldn’t find Charles anywhere. I was about to turn back and leave when Charles emerged from the inner office of the library and smiled at me. I was a little nervous. I smiled back at him. “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” I answered, trying to keep my gaze steady on his face. And I didn’t want him to notice I was a little nervous.
“Did anyone ever told you no female student looks as cute as you look in our uniform?” he complemented me. I liked the way he sounded when he said it, there was this sincerity in his voice, like he truly meant every word of it.
“Thank you,” I said calmly. “You said you wanted to tell me something,” I said to him, trying to make out I wasn’t fazed by his complements.
“Yes, that’s right,” he moved closer to me and then reached for my hands and held them softly in his. “Okay, I wanted to tell you that it’s about time you and I stopped playing games. I want you to be my girl, I want you to be the girl that everyone will know as my Queen.”
I let a faint smile play on my lips. Charles was the first guy that had spoken to me with so much confidence. He was cool. He took charge of the conversation. Most of the guys who dared to approach me could barely meet my gaze when they talked because the minute they said hello to me I would give them a stern, scary look that unsettled them all through. But Charles was different, he was as cool as a cucumber. He knew he was a fine boy and of course, he’d dated some of the prettiest girls in school as well.
“And have you thought about what your legion of girlfriends would do to me if they find out that I’m trying to take their place?” I’d asked him. He held me by the waist and pulled me close to him, our bodies making contact as he pressed his chest against my breasts.
“I guarantee you that you’ve got nothing to worry about, sweetheart, most of what you hear about me and girls are not true,” he whispered into my ears.
I shook my head. “And you expect me to believe that, right?”
“Well, it’s your call, really. I cannot force you not to believe what you want to believe.” And before I could think of a response, he leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. I froze. I wasn’t expecting it. That was the first time I would be kissed by a boy. I was so nervous I didn’t quite know how to react, whether to push him away or let him continue. Truth is, I had an idea what he was trying to do, but I wasn’t ready to stop him. Physically, mentally, I was too weak to do anything. And as he probed into my mouth with his tongue and kissing me very deeply, his hands slowly began to run up my boobs and finally, his fingers found their way inside my bra…bad boy had gotten me where he wanted!
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