''We will be examining a corpse tomorrow so
you guys had better not be late. If not!.." Prof. Adeleye threatened the
lecture room full of exhausted and famished medical students. They had been
immersed in an ocean of lectures since the inception of classes in the morning,
with an ephemeral break serving as the only breathing space. The sun was
already weary after a long day of beaming its smile and was already slumbering
into the west in recess for the day. While students heaved sighs of relief as
they trotted out of class in retirement for the day.
Demi was not really
hungry but he was completely exhausted. What had kept him going was the undying
yearn to see the girl who now apparently controlled his 'pons'. As everyone
trotted out noisily, Demi hurriedly cleared his table of his books, with only
Ofada kitchen topping his priority that moment. Even waiting to greet his
friends seemed too much a delay. But just as he was about to step out of the
lecture room, a swith sensual voice stopped him. He shut his eyes tight and
sighed, muttering
‘’Annabel’’.
"Demilade!"
Annabel called from behind as she hastily packed her materials from the table,
clutching them all to her chest just to catch up with him. Demi hissed under
his breath, turning to face her sassy smiling face which instantly got him
disgusted.
"What do you want?" Demi asked, coldly.
"Take it easy, champ. Do you hate me that much?"
"I do not have time to waste. Say whatever you want to say now. I'm in a
hurry" Demi replied with a grim face.
Annabel's smile turned sarcastic. "You must really be in a hurry, huh?
Fine. When can we meet then?"
"I have no reason to meet with you. So say whatever you want to say
now."
Annabel reached for his hands but before she could touch them, Demi jerked
backwards saying "I can see you have nothing to say. Goodbye."
Demi turned to leave but was stopped by Annabel's
heart felt utterance. "Can't you just look at me for once? Am I really
that elusive to you?" Her smile had drowned in the sea of grief, mirroring
her hurt emotions.
