If at all flowers could grow in Sahara then he could probably fall and be fallen for.

To him, she was more than a Xerophyte.

She was all the shades of perfection. A blended mix of an artistic goodness. And the portrait of a flawless girl.

He wreathed into the class with both hands in his pocket. A lot was running through his mind. A lot was what he planned on doing.

And a whole lot was what he needed as a self restraint.

Paris moved further towards where Robert sat making his notes.

"You won't play ball with the others?" Paris inquired as he sat on top of his desk.

Robert nodded and pulled out his round black framed glasses.

"I would prefer continuing my research than whiling away my time in the field." He cleaned the lens of the glasses with the medicated wipe.

"How the fuck did I make a nerd my good friend." Paris wondered loudly.

Okay. If that didn't work. Then this will.

"Ruth is amongst those cheerleading the football players." He said trying to get a reaction.

And he got one.

Robert raised his face up from the glasses he was cleaning. He arched a brow first. And then, swallowed hard.

"Idiot." He cursed with a hiss.

Paris laughed briefly and then paused. "But you know that you're stupid, right?"

"How on earth can you want to date a bitch?" He asked in perplexity.

Ruth must have enchanted Robert. There was no excellent reason why someone as cool and collected as him would crush on Ruth.

Of all girls in Stardom Academy!

Well, he was obviously treading on a lethal ground and he would get scares later on.

Maybe he wanted his first relationship to be a thing of heartbreak.

But then, that was part and parcel of life. Risks and regrets would all compose our memories later on.

And later on, we would walk down our memory lane and see how we did things thoughtlessly and senselessly.

You know, no one eats his cake and have it.

Or else, you can take a bite and make some reservations.

But will the carnality of our body let that happen.

"Don't use that word on her." Robert raised his voice slightly.

He wasn't okay with the way Paris talked about Ruth.

There was something about Ruth that many people didn't know. Not that he actually knew either. But he was quite sure, that there was more than the eyes could ever meet.

"No one is judging you for liking Faith. So please, I would want to be treated the same." He added.

Paris was perplexed.

He knew?

Shoot! Was it that obvious?

"You think I like Faith?" Paris quizzed.

"Many of the boys know that you like her. It's so obvious. Like, we are looking forward to when you will claim her for real."

Hm.

He wanted to. He really wanted to.

"Having a childish affair is the least on my bucket list. I'm too young to be anybody's boyfriend." Paris stated.

He knew the pros and cons of a relationship. And he didn't want to get emotionally and physically attached to anyone now.

That kind of mutualism wasn't just needed.

At least, not now.

He had learned a lot from his parents' relationship. His mother taught how devilish and deceitful the female race could be.

And never ever would he want to walk down that lane.

He thought that he had talked enough with Robert. He didn't want to delve deeper into the topic at hand.

"I want to watch the match going on." He got down from the desk he sat on.

Robert snorted. "Or you want to see Faith."

"Shut it. I'm fucking going to watch the football match." Paris hissed.

Oh.

So it could pain him like this?

"Let me believe with fear and trembling."

Paris cursed before leaving the class.

Meanwhile, while he had been conversing with Robert a lot had happened.

Royal house members had already scored those of Imperial, three goals. With the latter still in Zero.

Paris smiled broadly. He really wished that he was part of the players. But then, he couldn't be there.

The referee blew the whistle and the first half ended. The players had to re freshen.

"Guy you tried o. You took the ball as your favourite bitch." Godwin rushed towards Fred and slapped him joyfully on the back.

"Abeg chill." Fred hissed while massaging the assaulted spot.

The Royal House were rejoicing while the Imperial frowned and plotted more strategic ways of defense and goal scoring.

Paris suddenly felt the need of easing himself. He walked briskly towards the male restroom.

He knocked on door one but unfortunately, it was occupied. Same went for the next two doors

Frustratedly, he pushed open the fourth door.

But he wished he didn't.

It was the sight of Ruth screaming in sheer pleasure as she reached her climax and Felix still thrusting inside her.

His earlier urge to urinate ceased. He at some point felt dehydrated as he soon swallowed his spit.

He closed the door with a scrunched up face. The two hormonal teenagers were still on with their exercise, caring less about who saw them or not.

Pity.

That was what he was filled with as he left the restroom. He really felt for Robert.

Should he tell Robert about this?

Hell no.

Seeing is believing. And it would be better if he caught them himself.

Having nowhere else than the music room to go to, he sauntered to his destination.

He would go there and just play the Piano and get out.

He reached his destination and opened the door slowly. The room was alive with activities.

That was why he loved the music room. You would never know that something was going on in there because the door was soundproof.

Mr King was nowhere to be found. But that was no barrier to what he wanted to do.

Slowly but steadily, he unzipped the black bag the Piano was put in. He then set the stand and placed the Piano on it.

He gazed at it for a minute, shook his head and then sat down on the blue plastic chair behind him.

Firstly, he began playing randomly. He would run the notes perfectly through. Before he now concentrated on playing the actual notes he intended to.

Meanwhile, Helen who was humming in accordance to the song Faith was singing in low key, stopped.

She was transfixed.

Quickly, she tapped on her engrossed friend who was pouring out her emotions into the song she was singing.

Faith groaned. "Did I get it wrong again?" She pouted, pushing out her small red bottom lips.

"Nah. I'm actually surprised I got to observe this before you." Helen told her.

"Listen and listen carefully. If you like what you hear then look around."

Faith sighed. She tried to drown all other sounds made by other students in the room.

Until...

"Eh? Isn't that Paris playing the Piano?" Faith dropped the sixty leaves notebook that she was holding.

A smug look formed on her friend's face.

Faith contemplated on going over to the Piano stand and compliment how beautiful he was performing.

On a second thought, she discarded that from her mind.

She would probably kill his vibes.

She stared once more at the young Pianist.

And the word that ran through her mind was Demise.