"What am I to be impressed for?" It took all the control I had within me to answer him without sounding foolish.

He shrugged. "I pleased you?" Now he was both sounding and acting creepy.

Why would he want to please me? Why would he even think so? No. Something was wrong somewhere.

C'mon girl, nothin' is wrong. Just on and cruise, Faith.

"And you both...what's going on?" The prep prefect turned and faced us questioningly.

We both answered at same time. "Nothing."

Now, nothing definitely sounded like something. In fact, many things.

I gave him the accusing look of, see what you've caused. And all Mr Long did was shrug.

God, I felt like a legit trouble maker. Now I was mentally calling him Mr Long, I wondered what he called me in his mind too.

"Return back to your seat." The prep prefect immediately ordered Paris with a suspicious eye. The latter winked at her before complying.

"Stop right there," Paris froze midway to his seat. "Get out of the class." Now Paris turned to face her.

"Hey," He chuckled. "I was just flirting." The manner he said what he said was as though he didn't just do something wrong. Like hitting on a senior girl who probably was hitched with some other guy.

There were few comments dropped by his classmates.

"Just flirting?!" The furrowed brows of the prep prefect that was arched finally relaxed. "Meet me after prep then." A sensual smirk settled on her lips.

Hot dang!

Like drum rolls, time passed and it the bell was struck, signifying the end of the night prep. On a norms, everyone was meant to get to their various hostels for night devotion. But SS2A class members falsely busied themselves with one thing or another.

I myself left the senior's side to Helen's desk where we also pretended to be solving some extra maths work.

No one wanted to miss what would go on between our dearest prep prefect and that boy called Paris.

Paris! Not just any boy!

I rolled my eyes heaven ward and Helen looked at me bothered. "What's off with you?"

I smiled a bit. "Simply pissed with myself. Just pass my case."

Helen nodded with a confused smile. "I will." Her smile ceased. "You're doing your introvert thing."

"What introvert thing?" I ran my hands over the textbook that slumped on my laps.

"Like talking inside your head and imagining stuffs. Somehow I'm jealous." Helen opened up but I wasn't pleased with her answer. Perhaps, because I was yet to decipher if it was a compliment or an insult.

"Wait, I didn't say you're a lunatic or whatever you might start accusing me of." She defended, once she saw my expression.

"Isn't this prep over?" The prep prefect stood up from her seat and faced the class. There were mutters here and there. "What are you guys lagging back for?"

"I wanna read a little more." One of the girls responded. "Shut up and leave." Came a reply to her.

That was brief and harsh. Straight to the point. I felt really bad. Wanted to see what they would do. But then, I really felt somehow. I didn't want her to do anything with him.

Him. Yeah, loud it. Paris.

I waved Helen and left for my own class so that I would gather the books I would like to read back at my room.

"Are you mad at me? Let's go back to hostel together." Helen called after my retreating frame.

"Don't wait for me, Helen. Go." Without turning to her, I replied before leaving her class.

I got to my class - SS2B. Our stern prep Prefect was gone.

"Bitch!" Something hard hit my face. I gasped as my face flew the sideways. "You're born dirty. That's why you're born into this world."

Disconcerted, I slowly turned only to be met this time around with a huge chemistry textbook flying with a high velocity towards my direction.

Run, but I couldn't. My brain processed an instruction but my feet refused to comply. It stood glued to the ground.

Bang!, The thud came about when the textbook finally hit my forehead hard. Immediately, tears streamed down my cheeks and my frail heart felt heavy as my breathe seemed locked away.

"If you ain't ashamed of yourself then you're no worse than a pitiable rotten spirited trashy asshole."

I nodded slowly.

This time around, almost everyone in the class bursted out laughing. And the chords of my heart almost snapped off as I watched even those I went along with make an object of mock.

Ruth walked towards me. "You're despicable. A big hypocrite. But sorry dearie cause you won't take what's mine."

Hot tears spilled down my aching cheeks down my sweaty neck, settling on top of my moderate boobs.

What the hell happened? Nah. Where in the hell was I?

"What's yours?" I choked after managing to say that out. "Paris!" She yelled. "He's mine. And I don't mess around with what's mine."

"Cunt!" She abused me.

Another uproarious laughter by my class members followed. But it died down as soon as it began.

"I heard my damn name...what?...Holy crap!" The familiar voice of Paris filled the heated air. The few people that gathered around me moved away for him to move further to me.

He's eyes widened with a whole wave of unpleasant surprise. He swallowed his saliva, turned around, seeking for an explanation.

What damned explanation?!

"Now listen up lover boy. It's either you fall in love with me or none. At least not with her. This thing...here for your information is a chronic bed wetter. Date her and stink with her!" Ruth screamed her mind out.

Gasps filled the air. And I thought that that was going to be my last moment on earth. I wanted to be swallowed up by the ground. But I couldn't be.

"Shit." Paris bit on his bottom lips. "You're insane. A crazy whore with a twisted mindset. And fuck, you need an electric chair for this."

He hissed and strode toward me. He held my arm and I immediately shivered, pulling away ferociously. I almost fell down. With a high intensity, I slammed my right hand on his right cheek.

Another gasp filled the air.

Paris hissed again. He groaned and pulled me by my wrist. When I pulled away again, he held my wrist tighter and roughly pulled me out of the class.

Ruth's shriek was overheard by me as I winced in pain. "Won't he even carry her?" She whispered.

Another, beside her stared accusingly at her. "I thought you said that he's romantic."

"Wow...so Faith Daniels is a chronic bed wetter?!" Someone chipped in and the class became very much alive with my topic.

Outside the class, Paris dropped my wrist like a hot lead. He stared weirdly at me before sighing.

He turned his back around me. And I felt more dejected. "Hop on." He instructed in a low tune.

"Eh?" I whispered.

"If you're not going to let me carry you and stop lagging behind then I'll just..."

Before he could finish his statement, I hopped on his back and he carried me. My hands were around his neck and he walked away to where I wished to know.

By impulse, I turned my head back to see many of my classmates staring from the windows and doorpost.

"It seems like it will rain." I finally uttered when I felt lower than low on life. I just wanted to talk. And the drizzling droplets of an imminent rain gave room for that.

"That's why you're meant to shut the fuck up and help make this journey faster." He snapped.

We passed many students. Then fewer and fewer students till it was just we alone. The environment I found myself was a bit familiar. I remember here as where I got lost the first day I entered Stardom Academy.

The school is a big one with lots of uncultivated hectares of land. I gripped Paris' shoulder firmly getting a bit scared. "Stop me." I stated.

He stopped without arguing it with me. But he didn't let me drop to the ground. That was me having trust issues. "Where to?" I proceeded to ask.

"To the moon. Where on earth do you think I'm heading us to?" He spat out with bits of sardonicism.

I cleared my throat but wouldn't speak again. Now the rain was no more coming down upon the face of the earth like drizzles. It was now raining. And I loved rain just like the darkness. They always got rid of my sorrows. At least, momentarily.

"Shit." Paris moved us faster. And I felt like telling him to stop let me come down and be of less burden to him. But something told me to keep shut.

And that I did. He walked more metres but my hostel still wasn't in view. Now I knew his intention. He probably wanted to take the longer route so that it would pass a bit of time before I get back to hostel and be dished out with heart wreaking words and scenes.

Why was he being so kind to me? So extra. So caring and...

"If you don't stop giggling I'll throw you down." He threatened. My eyes widened. Was I really doing that? How on earth? In this mood?

I twitched my lips and just then the heavens opened its flood gate of rain fell mightily upon God's creations. Including, Paris and I.

"We should wait till the rain stops and then continue to hostel." He cornered to somewhere else.

I pouted. "There's always a room check by eight or something. I don't wanna be suspended for something I'm not..."

He released his grip on me and I almost fell, had he not grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards a small building, where I learnt to be the former store house.

"You'll catch the flu." He warned as he finally drew me into the safety of the old slightly dilapidated building.

"It worths it. I love feeling the rain. I love being under it. There's this feeling it comes with. Like, it washes away all my tears."

"Aren't you scared of here...like the dark?" He probed.

I shook my head. Anywhere it rained was my favourite. The heavens quavered and thunder struck the walls of the earth, sending shivers at all its angles. Then lightning presented itself with a mighty and fiercer downpour.

I stepped out of the shade, hugging myself as cold shivers ran down my spine. Under the showers of the rain, I smiled, feeling the raindrops roll off my skin and bounce back on. And then the cycle continued.

"Faith! Get your ass back here." Paris sounded a bit scared and I smiled at him. "Stubborn girl." He muttered.

Thunder bolted again and there was black out. The rain decreased in its rate of downpour but the wind got chiller and fiercer. My bones almost rattled as my teeth gritted against each other.

Darkness was my solace but now I felt alone in the dark. I was scared of it. "Paris!" I yelled.

But I was greeted back with my own echoes. My heart sure skipped a beat at that moment as I ululated with everything within me.