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Aalia waved.“Why is she waving?” I wondered, then turned to see Jeffrey walking toward us.They must’ve been texting.“Hey,” he said to me.“What’s up, gee?” I replied.“Looks like you two have been hanging out for a while,” Jeffrey said.“Not that long. We’ve just been waiting for you—class is about to start,” Aalia said, then grabbed Jeffrey’s hand.I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest.I thought she liked me. Now she’s holding Jeffrey’s hand? We only just met—how could I have been so naive?I walked behind them, feeling like the third wheel.Class soon started, and it was so boring half the people around me fell asleep. Meanwhile, Jeffrey and Aalia were laughing and talking through the whole lecture like I didn’t even exist.“Collins? Collinsss!” Aalia suddenly called my name.I’d zoned out.“Everyone’s heading for the club tryouts. Have you picked one yet?” she asked.I told her yesterday I picked boxing… she doesn’t even remember. Maybe she never liked me. I was just fooling my

I got home and saw Uncle sitting on the couch eating Doritos—lazy as usual.“You didn’t even come pick me up,” I said to him.“You're in college now. I can’t keep treating you like a kid,” he replied.I rolled my eyes. I wanted to tell him about the girl’s number I got, but she hadn’t texted me yet. If I told him and she ended up not texting, it’d be hell—he’d roast me all week.I went to the fridge, grabbed my lunch, microwaved it, ate, and went to bed.My alarm woke me up for boxing training. I took a shower, and Uncle drove me to the gym. Today's training wasn’t intense; I just did some mitt work, then sparred with two others. It wasn’t anything serious—just a standard sparring session. I wrapped up in under two hours, but Uncle made me do some road work before we got home. I wasn’t even tired. I’ve been through worse.I picked up my phone, which I’d left charging at home because Coach doesn’t allow phones in the gym. I opened WhatsApp immediately, hoping for a message from Aalia—b

The class representative walked to the podium and announced that classes were over for the day. I was surprised—I hadn’t expected just a single class. College is nothing like high school, where you'd sit through up to seven periods a day. “I’m already in love with this place,” I muttered to myself.“We have the school excos here,” the rep continued. “They’ll be telling you everything you need to know about the school before you leave. Please, let’s give a round of applause for the vice president of the student union of Royalty College.”Applause erupted as a tall, dark-skinned girl with striking beauty entered the hall and walked confidently to the podium, waving at anyone who cared. She looked like a supermodel and had an impeccable fashion sense. Raising her hand to quiet the room, she tapped the mic twice and spoke.“Thank you for that warm welcome,” she said. People clapped again.“You’re very beautiful!” one student shouted from the crowd.“I heard that—thank you, and you’re beau

In front of the Faculty of Science, three imposing halls loomed ahead of me. I hesitated, scanning the area, trying to decipher which one I was supposed to enter. Just then, I spotted a guy standing a few feet away, his expression mirroring my own confusion. He was tall, white, and dressed with effortless elegance. “This guy would definitely get a lot of ladies, that’s for sure,” I murmured to myself before approaching him. “Hello,” I greeted. “Hi?” he responded, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to place me. “Are you a freshman too?” I asked. “Yeah, I am. How’d you figure?” “Just a wild guess,” I said, flashing a small smile. “I guess you’re looking for the lecture hall, yeah?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied, relieved. “I don’t know where it is, but my friend does. She went to grab some snacks.” “She?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yes, she,” he confirmed. “You’ve already made a female friend?” I asked, surprised. “Not really. She was my classmate in high school. We j

Many weeks had passed, and tomorrow was the day for my registration and screening before I could start attending classes. It was 8 PM, and I lay on my bed, listening to Drake. The room was dimly lit by a multicolored light that didn’t shine too brightly. My mind wandered, imagining what college life would be like. The stories my uncle had told me only fueled my curiosity. I couldn’t wait to explore, maybe even fall in love.I had been in multiple relationships, but I had never truly loved any of the girls I dated. At times, I thought maybe intimacy would make me fall in love, so I had sex with some of them. Instead of growing closer, I found myself pulling away. I had decided that in college, I wouldn't get into any relationship unless I genuinely fell in love. I had spent my life chasing love and never found it—maybe it was time love chased me.I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, but the excitement wouldn’t let me. I felt like a child waiting to travel the next day. After struggling f

It was 8 PM when I heard my dad’s car horn. He actually came home early, just as he said he would. On a normal day, he wouldn’t return until midnight or later. I peeked through the window and saw him stepping out of the car. As soon as he entered, I went to meet him to take his bag. “Collins,” he called. I tensed up. He only calls me by my name when something serious has happened. “Yes, sir?” I responded. “I heard you got into a fight today?” His tone made it clear it wasn’t a question that required an answer. News had already reached him. Before I could speak, he added, “I hope you won?” I looked up, surprised. I had expected a lecture, maybe even an argument. I was still getting used to him—I hadn’t grown up with my dad, and there was still a lot to learn about him. “Yes, I did,” I admitted, “but I only fought because he injured Uncle and wouldn’t shut up about it.” “As long as you won, I’m fine with it. We don’t lose in this family.” He laughed, and I let out a relieved ch