Who do you think you are?

THE SCHOOL GATE WAS crowded with students jostling for a space in one of the cheaper danfo buses.

Eniola knew that if she spent one more minute in the hassle, she was sure to be late for her first class. She stared at the swarm of motorcycles jam-packed at the far end corner of the school gate. 

Their faces were rigid and sweaty under their rusted helmets. Most of the students opted for the danfo buses because the fare was cheaper, while the okada riders wanted double the normal fare.

Eniola would have preferred to ride in one of the buses herself, but she was running very late already. And getting to class late meant trouble with the lecturer. She held her arm forward and the motorcycles as if attracted by an invisible magnet, huddled around her.

She climbed aboard the nearest one and told him where she was going to. Eniola grimaced as the motorcycle sped past the sight and the morning air rushed to her face, carrying the smell of rotten food.

Arriving at the venue for the lecture, Eniola paid the okada rider and waited to collect her change. She was about to leave when a black Lexus car full of girls-windows down-and music thumping speeds past her.

"What the...?" She shrieked, inspecting the damage the mud water had done to her outfit.

"Ah, sisi mi. Nah like dat all dis small small boys dey do. Sorry ehn." The okada rider said, before speeding off to carry more passengers.

The car pulled over beside the large Oak tree that held her department's signboard. DEPARTMENT OF LITERATURE.

FINALLY COMING TO a screeching halt in front of his department building, Dayo kissed Mercy on the lips as her friends 'aww' in the backseat.

"So dinner tonight?" Dayo grinned, stroking the bare skin of her laps as her mini skirt had traveled up her thighs. 

Mercy wore a seductive look. "I'll bring some wine. You don't mind if Kelechi joins the menu, right?"

Why the fuck would I mind?! Having the two hottest girl in their class in his bed aroused him more than it should. 

"I'm game. The more the merrier." he said, slapping her ass as she alighted from the car.

"Bye." Mercy giggled.

Dayo turned slightly on the car seat, watching her ass jiggle as she walked away with her friends. Damn!

He picked up his phone and sent 'DONE' to his guys. The terminator has striked again.

A knock on his window jostled him from his thoughts, 'who is this one?' he thought.

Eniola stepped back as the guy alighted from his car. With her hands pinned tightly on her waist and face twisted in anger, she almost prayed that she at least looked intimidating. 

"Yes?" 

Eniola raised her chin up, as he towered above her small stature. "You splashed me with your car," she stated, awaiting an heartfelt apology for him.

"What the hell should I do about that?" he said, giving her a once-over. 

How can someone that is so good looking be as rude as him? 

There was no denying that he was handsome. His deep chocolate-brown eyes was sure to make every girl melt right under his stare. The unbent pattern of his braided hair was outlined under the red durag that matted his head. 

His nose ring glimmered in the morning sun, attracting her gaze to his equally pierced ears. Streaks of ink peered out of the corner of his crisp white shirt...

Dayo shifted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Tell me when you're done." 

Eniola teared her gaze from his full lips, "Done doing what?" she asked, confused.

Dayo smirked. "Eye-fucking me," he said.

The nerve of this guy! 

Eniola cleared her throat. "You know this would be a lot easier if you'd just say a simple sorry," she huffed.

Dayo pressed the button on his car key and turned to leave. "I'll get you a new dress if that's what you want. But right now, I have to run."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Her question was left unanswered as he rushed off to his destination. 

Did that just happen? Eniola thought as she burned holes through his back.