It was Sunday and everyone of us in the room anticipated the return of Ruth just as she promised.

It wasn't easy for us last night. We had to convince the hostel mistress assigned to check our room that Ruth was very much around. And that she was only using the restroom.

"Weren't everyone mandated to be in the hostel by this time for the room to room check?"

I was busy drinking cornflakes with plenty of powdered milk while Fiona and Melissa defended their friend.

I couldn't come and kill myself for someone who wouldn't do the same.

"Yes?" Fiona sounded doubtful. "You see, she's on her period and she normally uses the toilet more than usual."

"If you doubt our words, Ma, you can return back in some minutes time to check if she's back." Melissa added.

Fiona stared at her.

I gulped down more spoons of cornflakes.

"We are not liars, Ma!" I shouted from where I sat with cornflakes still in my mouth.

The woman stared at us for some time and then left.

And never returned again!

Today we waited and waited for Ruth's return but all to no yield. She came back after the Parish, breaking her promise.

"Babe are you high? Didn't you tell us that you would comeback before parish time?" Melissa snapped angrily at Ruth once she came back to the room at the ending of the sermon and prayers.

Ruth looked apologetic. "Something came up. Did you sign the attendance for me?"

"No," Melissa rolled her eyes. "When you will be having the signature of witches, how will you expect me to do that?"

Ruth's mood drastically changed. She would be in for it, if no one signed for her.

"Luckily for you, Fiona helped you out. I don't know how she did it."

Ruth sighed out of relief.

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Amethyst hostel was not calm at all. Not after the arrival of a rich, handsome guy who seemed sensible and collected.

That was it. They were known for innocent looking but rotten boys.

The way the new boy presented himself when he entered the hostel, specifically, his room, was just good.

His roommates plus their friends hung around him when he settled down on his own bed.

They discussed the issue of girls with him. Well, that was usually the centrality of most guys discussion.

"Did your former school have fresh girls? Like...babes who package themselves well." One asked the new boy whose name turned out to be Paris.

"From a scale of one to ten rate how hot and generous the girls were." Another requested.

Paris himself was the least interested in the discussion. But he managed to answer half the questions so as not to appear rude and proud.

"Ugh! My class girls are actually...I don't even know what they are made of. Worse still, they will be forming big girls." Jackson who was coincidentally one of his roommate lamented.

With this, Paris wondered if he made a right choice of leaving his previous school.

He was here for a reason. And that is to study and make a name for himself not to chase or date girls. Right now girls were at the bottom in his scale of preference.

Once they came back from the parish, he surreptitiously left his room for a serene place to read.

Definitely, no part of Amethyst hostel was a serene place to read. Not when every nook and cranny of the hostel would have sex and it's styles echoing around.

He asked if the class could be used for reading during Sundays but he got the negative answer.

However, just as Jackson had answered him. He could go there since it was just few hours away from the prep time.

Just before Paris could exit Amethyst hostel, he beheld the sight of a tall broad chested guy locking lips with a short light skinned girl that stood on her tippy toes.

Now, he knew what he signed up for, by accepting to school in Stardom Academy.

So female students could surreptitiously enter the male hostel without being caught and punished?

Well, He thought. He wouldn't get entagled with such nonsense here.

Paris dated only twice. The first one was his childhood best friend while the other was mistakenly, his cousin.

He broke up with her the very day his father told him of one of his cousins that would come visiting them soon. Then his father showed him her picture.

He nearly choked. Breathe, he couldn't.

That was when he took a huge break on relationships. Although, he was friends with an extra with so many hot girls.

"Stop walking like an idiot and look forward whenever you walk!" A yelp fore runned that statement.

He swam out of his sea of thoughts. He stared belligerently at the tall, light skinned girl that had her hair made in neat corn rows. She was looking murderously at him.

"If you actually used your brain when I was walking like an idiot, then you wouldn't walk foolishly into me." He retorted.

He wasn't pleased by what he saw. She was way off his league of bitches. Not that she wasn't packaged or pretty.

She was, moderately.

But then he had a thing for dark skinned girls. He loved how their skin glimmers when the sun shines.

The girl eyed him up and down and walked away. Not after sending him a spine chilling hiss.

Paris continued to class. From the direction he got, he wasn't far from it. He hoped the classroom would meet his taste and standard.

He would accept nothing less than perfection.

On getting to the senior classroom block, he sighed out of relief. Finally, he would come to a halt after so many minutes of walking.

Something caught his eye. He saw that girl that actually dared to run her mouth like a brat, coming out of a class that had the card SS2B written on it.

From Mrs Rose, he knew that it was a science class.

Deliberately wanting to rile someone up, he walked in brisk strides towards the girl whose name he badly wanted to know.

Eh?

Was this him thinking of this?

"Get out of my way, Mr long!" The girl gritted her teeth as she seemed frustrated.

A frown quickly settled on the once bright face of Paris. "I have a name. Don't call me that again."

Was it a warning or correction? Paris himself that uttered it, couldn't tell.

"I'm an art student and you can kindly direct me to my class." He said, wanting to know her reaction.

Was he for real? Faith who happened to be the girl, chuckled deeply.

Each class had a card in front of it, indicating not only the class grade but whether it was art or science.

And from her observation, the guy in front of her still had his pair of eyes.

Every action has a reaction.

From the insulting look on the girls face he could tell what was going on in her mind. Surely, she was a big time sadist.

Well, not sadder than he was.

"It depends," Faith faked a sweet smile. "on the capacity of your brain. Perhaps you might just fall into..."

"Good way to show how smart you are." Paris interrupted and walked off.

Leaving Faith to boil within her.

"I will break that brat's bone." She hissed.

So this was the almighty new boy that caused waves among the girls?

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The long awaited eight pm reached and the bell for night prep sounded. Everyone was to leave the hostel to their individual classes.

Ruth wore the tightest of her peach day wear. A long black socks and her fluffy slippers, plus a generous application of rollon, made her good to go.

She picked up her Physics jotter just so that it would be that she entered the class with something.

"Wait for me!" Faith yelled, not wanting to go to class all by herself.

Reserved, Unpredictable, Moody, and diligent was a brief description of Faith.

Ruth turned, surprised and annoyed at the same time. She didn't know Faith would have the guts to tell to wait for her, after everything she had done to her. But then, why would Faith tell her to wait for her?!

"I'm not prepping in our class!" Ruth said harshly.

Tonight, she was going to prep in SS3A - the art class.

And she had her reason.

The prep prefect of the class was yet to come and she was grateful. She darted her eyes here and there and smiled when she beheld the new boy.

Her smile broadened as she neared his desk. How could a guy look so tantalizing and formidable at the same time.

The fluttering of the multitude of butterflies in her stomach made her heart flip multiple times.

Never ever in her teen age, had she felt so connected to a guy.

The feeling was just divine.

"Hey," She smiled wryly at him. He looked way hotter now he was at close range with her. "I'm Ruth but you can just call me babe."

Paris arched a brow. He looked lost.

Ruth laughed softly and stopped. "Well, I'm actually here for you to help me solve a complex question for me in Maths. I heard you're good at it."

That was a lie, though.

Paris stifled a smile. "Where is your Maths textbook then? Or even jotter"

"My bad!" Ruth feigned forgetfulness. "How could I leave them in hostel?"

She then added. "But you can use yours for tonight."

An unoccupied nearby seat was what she sat on. Perhaps, someone ditched this class for another, as well.

His skin was beautiful. It was caramel. Damn! Those sexy hazel eyes and thick feminine lashes of his.

Paris eventually smiled at her and then brought out his own textbook. Ruth was almost transfixed. He was way more beautiful with that killer smile.

While he thought her a topic she chose, all that she learnt was that this guy was a beautiful creature.

An artwork that she wasn't ready to auction, if he gets to be hers.

"So you now understand how to solve differential calculus?" Paris looked up and asked.

Oh.

Ruth scratched her hair. "Yeah."

Even when she understood nothing.