Chapter 5

JAYDEN'S POV

She waved at me and I waved back, she was beautifully made, she turned around and damn her ass.

Her body!

She stood and watched me drove off.

I like her.

She was unique, she spoke to me like I was every normal person, she ignored the fact that I was a dick, a popular school playboy, she was rude and tough, she was never paying attention to me whenever I tried talking to her, she was giving me a very hard time and I kinda liked it.

She was different, unlike most girls in school, who would send me flirty text, send me nudes, jump at any opinion I would give, throw themselves at me and fight over me.

We were in high school for crying out loud. They drove me nuts.

My fuckboy tendencies started when I was 10. Moyin —our house help— started giving me blowjobs, she allowed me touch her. It was all fun and games, until Moyin got pregnant for me when I was twelve. My mom wasn't  having any of it, I watched her beat the hell out of Moyin and I stood at a corner and acted like I knew nothing, she sent Moyin away and said Moyin was lying.

Tragic! But I don't give a flying fuck.

Next time she wouldn't go around shoving little kids dick in her mouth.

I got to the my father's villa in Banana island and I honked my car horn and the security man opened up the gate, I parked my car along side other fleets of cars and SUVs. I got down and I walked into the house.

"Mide, what took you so long?" I heard my dad say, as he emerged from the stairs.

This man and his wahala. [His problem/trouble]

"I ran into something and--"

"Shut your mouth and give me my file." He snapped at me and I gave him his bloody file. "I'm getting reports from your principal that you're flopping in your mathematics. You're off the football team!" He yelled angrily whilst sitting on his favourite arm chair in the living room.

"What? Dad, you can't do that!" I almost yelled back, but this is Nigeria. 

"I just did." He said placing all his attention on the newspaper in his hand. 

"What if I get the maths grade up? Would you allow me back on the football team?"

"Get your maths grade up, then we can talk. Now, get out of my sight and don't come outside until I send for you." I walked away, head down because I was fuming with anger.

Yeah, you just met my dad.

Mr Olumide Coker.

He was never like this, he died the day he lost his mom. That was the first time, the almighty Coker cried in front of everyone. I was two years old then, and my mom was pregnant with Miranda.

So when Mimi was born, my dad believed his mother had reincarnated through his beloved daughter.

Africans and their superstitious beliefs.

That's why Mimi was his favourite and I was my mom's favourite. They both loved us unconditionally but my mom remind us 'how much she loved us' at every given opportunity while my dad barely told us.

People really don't have to say they love you before you know that they really do, sometimes their action says it all.

Myself and Miranda were spoilt rich kids that had always gotten what they wanted, but yet Mimi was so humble and she didn't let the money get to her head, but me, I let the money intoxicate me.

My father was always strict with me but he was always playful when it came to my sister and all my cousins, both maternal and paternal.

I got to my room and slammed my door, I could hear Mimi and someone laughing, I rolled my eyes.

I laid on my bed, looking up at the ceiling like there was something interesting about it, I was in another world until my iPhone rang and brought me back into reality. 

Incoming call: Babe 💕

"Hey baby." I answered.

"I'm bored, I was thinking maybe I could come over or maybe we could go out." She said and I could imagine her playing with her hair.

"I'm actually busy, right now." I scratched my head.

"So that means you're not gonna take me out?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I promise to make it up to you tomorrow." I promised.

"Babe please, I just wanna go out today, please, please, please, pl--"

"Your nagging has become just too much, can you stop already? I said I'll make it up to you tomorrow, just get the fuck out of my phone, will you?" I finally said and hanged up.

Fuck. I'm just so sick of her.

Ever since we got into SS3, she had been annoying me non-stop. She was my holiday booty call and I made it —our relationship— official on her birthday, which was last year. Ever since then she had been acting like she owned me, nobody owns me, nobody and nobody at all.

How about Olivia? 

I don't know.

After Moyin sexually abused me when I was a kid, I had learnt to fuck a girl without emotions, I became a dark soul, I didn't know what I was doing because that was never how I planned to lose my virginity.

Yeah, duh. There are some guys that actually care about keeping their virginity for their wife.

Even if it was fun having sex at that age, I still felt the trauma of being abused. It might not be a big deal to some people but it was a big deal to me. Moyin made me hunger for sex after my mom sent her away. 

I don't mean to brag though, but girls had always been attracted to me, so it was easy getting them into my bed at a very young age. When I was in SS1, a girl had an abortion for me. I thought I was a big boy then.

That was how much my father's name and money had intoxicated me.

I feel girls are just too easy. I want someone who would give me a hard time. Olivia had started possessing such attitude and I liked it.

I picked up my phone and placed a call over to her.

I had to call for the fifth time before she picked up.

"Hey baby face." I grinned.

"It's Olivia, for the very last time and not baby face. Why are you even calling me?" I imagined her rolling her beautiful almond shaped eyes.

"I just wanted to confirm if you got into your house safely." I said.

"Nope, someone kidnapped me, right after you left." She  jeered. 

I laughed.

"The party's by 6:00pm."

"Okay, bye."

"Why are you in a hurry to go?" I questioned.

"It's uncomfortable."

"What's uncomfortable?"

"Me, talking to a guy who isn't my classmate via phone call, it's just...weird." I heard her chuckle in discomfort.

"I'm not a serial killer." I rolled my eyes.

"You're my senior in school!"

"Are we in school?" 

"No."

"Good. Now, can I ask you for a favour?"

"Yeah, that's if it's within my power." She answered.

"I want you to tutor me on mathematics." I spilled.

Silence.

"Are you there?"

"Yes, I am. But why me? I mean I'm one grade below you, don't you have another person who can tutor you?" She hurriedly said .

"Yea, I do know someone, but I just want you to tutor me."

"I'm really bad at maths." 

"Don't lie." I told her.

"I'm not lying."

"Baby face, I've been through your academic profile and you're leading in all subjects, especially maths." I chuckled 

Silence.

I knew she would have no choice but to concur to it.

"So you're one of my many stalkers that Dele talked about."  She revealed, and my face switched into a frown.

"Speaking about Dele, what's your relationship with him?"I blurted out, so dumbly.

"How's that any of your business? He's my friend just like you're my friend." 

"Ouch." I dramtically placed my right hand on my chest, even if she couldn't see me. "I thought I was gonna make it to your list of prince charming."

I heard her chuckle and I loved the sound of it.

"So are you gonna tutor me?"

"Okay, everyday after school, in the library for at least 30minutes."

"Thanks, see you tomorrow. Bye, baby face." I found myself smiling really broadly before I hung up.

She kinda had an effect on me.