3 -Stage Fright

Nicoles  POV;

I get to school feeling a bit off and annoyed by what happened at home this morning.  I can't believe this is happening.

"Hey, biggie!  "Johans voice calls in her usual high spirit.

"I told you to stop calling me that. "I reply. She calls me biggie in reference to my butt. At first, it was funny,  but now it's kinda offensive. Sure I know I have a big butt, but when I was coming here, I didn't expect it to be the second biggest on the whole of senior school. My senior Deborah has the biggest butt of all the female students. That girl is built like a woman.

I know it's a very awkward topic to discuss, but it becomes a normal thing if you're an endowed girl in an African setting.

"Sorry. "Johan apologizes as she takes a seat beside me.

"So, have you figured the club you want to join? "She questions and I stare blankly at her.  I hadn't thought about that. I would have if my mind wasn't clouded with the crap going on back home.

"I haven't. "I reply honestly and Johan nods.

"Why not join me. I'm in the dance club, and we by far,  are the most interesting club in the whole school. "She informs and my brows furrow.

"You dance? "I question, and she nods.

"Yeah, I do. What do you take me for? The list of talents I have is endless. "She brags, and I chuckle.

"So,  what do you say? "She questions and I sigh. I dance, but it's my first week in this school. I don't think I'm ready to toot my horns yet.

"Okay. "I reply and she squeals.

"Yes!"

"Quick question though. Do you dance? "She questions, and my jaw drops.

"You didn't think it necessary to ask this first before inviting me to the dance club? "I question in bewilderment, and she rolls her eyes.

" It skipped my mind. Just answer. "She says and I shake my head.

"I do. Just a little. "I reply, and she smiles.

"Awesome. Welcome to the family. I'd introduce you to Amina. She's the president of the dance club. "She says, and my brows furrow.

" Amina? The same one in our class? "I question, and Johan laughs.

"Yes. The same one in our class.  Muslims dance too you know. "She says, and I pout my lips and nod my head.

Amina is so quiet, and gentle. It just feels odd that she's the president of the dance club. Well, this is just my fourth day in this school, I guess I haven't observed enough.

"By the way, we have a club meeting last period after school today. "She informs, and I nod.

"I'm having a presentation today too. Wanna see it? "She questions and I nod.

"Sure. "I reply and her round face splits with a big smile.

"Alright! "she exclaims before running to the lab's door.

"What are you doing? "I question in confusion.

"Keep quiet and watch. "She replies, as she shuts the door.

We are the only ones in the school's biology lab. Although this space is small, I prefer it to the school library.

The biology teacher is a friendly young man, who doesn't mind me staying away time in his lab. While the librarian is a bald, hideous man, who seems to have a talking and mental disorder.  He's always talking and telling stories, yet he yells at whoever makes a sound in the library.

Johan walks back to where she was standing, which is on the other side of the table. She puts her hand in her skirt, and my eyes widen the same moment my heart stops.

She sees the expression on my face and begins laughing as she pulls out a phone from between her legs.

"Relax. I'm not a lesbian. "She jokes, and I exhale in relief before joining her in laughter.

Once our laughter has settled, she begins to play music from the phone, and I watch her dance to  Maradona by Niniola. She makes a few mistakes, but after correcting them, the dance turns out to be a beautiful routine.

"How was it? "She questions and I smile as I applaud her.

"It was beautiful. And to think your round self could dance. "I reply and tease.

"Hey! I'm not round, nor fat. I'm just thick. And so are you. "She replies, and I burst into a fit of laughter.

Johan is a cute shortie, who is indeed thick. She has a portable stature and isn't in any way fat. I just felt like pulling her legs. I watch her open her legs, and out the phone between her legs. Back up there, somewhere.

"Where are you putting that? "I question and she laughs.

" When you're a determined, hardened, criminal, anything is possible. In my tight of course. "She replies, and my jaw drops on the table.

" Aren't you scared of cancer? "I question in awe and she rolls her eyes.

"Cancer is the one that should be scared of me. "She replies as she walks over to the door, and I can't help but just stare at her with an open mouth.

.She opens the door and walks back to me. She laughs and my expression and comments.

"You never see anything. " She says in pidgin, and I can't help but laugh.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, and I sit in the back role of the school hall. The hall's setting is like that of a cinema so, I can see the podium clearly, although I'm in the back roll. Johan told me, the school gave the dance club the school hall, as it's the most populated hall in the whole school.

The hall is fully packed, with an empty seat beside me. On which my bag and Johan's is sitting. I did so, to ensure Johan has a sit for herself when she's done.

After opening prayer, Johan's dance is what is meant to open today's agenda. I look at my short friend standing in the middle of the huge podium, and I flash her an encouraging smile.

The song she danced to earlier today, begins to play from the speakers, but Johan stands frozen. Causing my brows to furrow. Does she have stage fright?

I throw her a questioning look, and she apologizes to the whole room and requests the song be started again. Her request is granted, and the song starts again. She starts dancing but keeps making mistakes.

This version of Johan varies greatly, from the Johan I watched dance earlier today. She suddenly stops dancing and runs out of the hall.

Although the hall is relatively large, I can see the tears streaming down her face. On her exit, there is an uproar of laughter in the hall.

Oh, dear! I get up and rush out of the back door to find Johan. When I finally make it out of the hall, I find Johan not too far off, with Mason, and some other boys. Mason is the only one talking, and the expressions on their faces makes it known that whatever Mason is saying, isn't nice.