The third girl stepped onto the podium, standing tall and confident. She took a deep breath before speaking in a clear, sweet voice.
"Good morning, everyone," she began, her words smooth and graceful. "My name is Fortune, and I will be joining the SS1 class starting today."
As soon as she finished, the room erupted into applause—much louder and stronger than before. Even I couldn't help but clap because, holy shit, she was breathtaking.
Fortune was beautiful—no, more than beautiful. She was gorgeous. Her body was incredible, with perfect curves in all the right places. Her breasts were full and shapely, her hips swayed slightly as she walked, and her backside was round and firm. She wasn't too tall or too short—just the perfect height.
But it wasn't just her body that caught everyone's attention. Her eyes were dark and deep, like pools of mystery, drawing you in. And her lips—oh God, her lips were full and soft, the kind that made you imagine what it would be like to kiss her.
The boys in the class went wild. They clapped, screamed, and whistled, their excitement impossible to contain. Meanwhile, the girls glared at them with pure disgust, their faces twisted in annoyance.
Fortune stepped down from the podium, and the fourth girl took her place.
This one was different.
She stood with an air of confidence that made even the teachers sit up straighter.
"Hello, everyone," she said, her voice smooth and commanding.
To my surprise, everyone responded—students, teachers, even the strictest disciplinarians in the room.
She continued, "My name is Nelly, and I will be joining the SS1 class starting today."
The moment she finished, the room exploded in applause—but this time, it wasn't just the boys. The girls clapped too, some even whistling and cheering. The teachers joined in, nodding in approval.
But I didn't clap.
I couldn't.
I was completely lost in her beauty.
Nelly wasn't just pretty—she was perfect. Her figure was flawless, her curves even more pronounced than Fortune's. She carried herself with a maturity that made even the SS3 girls look like children in comparison.
Her beauty was unmatched. If I had to guess, she was now the most beautiful girl in the entire school.
And then—just as I was admiring her—she looked at me.
Our eyes met.
She waved.
My heart skipped a beat.
I waved back, my hand moving almost on its own.
She smiled—a small, knowing smile—and my stomach twisted in excitement.
But then came the stares.
Every single person in the room turned to look at me, their eyes burning with jealousy. Some looked like they wanted to kill me. Others whispered to each other, pointing fingers.
"Hey, do you know her?" someone hissed at me.
I shook my head. "No, I don't."
But they didn't believe me.
"Liar!" they accused, their voices filled with envy.
Honestly, I didn't care if they believed me or not. The only thing that mattered was that she had smiled at me.
That alone made my mission a whole lot easier.
Maybe—just maybe—I would take Josiah's advice and ask her out.
The Warning
Once the introductions were over, Mr. Charles stepped back onto the podium.
"Alright, enough with the noise," he said firmly.
Immediately, the room fell silent.
"Now," he continued, "please, students, make sure to get along with your new classmates."
"Yes, sir!" the students replied in unison.
Mr. Charles nodded. "Good. Before I dismiss you all, I have one final warning." His voice turned serious. "For those of you who think you're above the rules—coming to school late, bringing phones into class—this behavior is not acceptable. Starting today, if you're caught breaking any of these rules, you will face the consequences. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir!" the students chorused again.
"Good. Now, you may all go to your classes."
With that, everyone stood up and began filing out of the assembly hall, heading toward their respective classrooms.
The Walk to Class
I started making my way to my class, which was on the second floor of the three-story building.
But before I could get far, I heard quick footsteps rushing toward me.
I turned—and of course, it was him.
Josiah.
God, why?
He ran up to me and slapped me on the back, grinning like an idiot.
"See?" he laughed. "I told you, brother! Aren't they beautiful?"
I nodded. "Yeah, you were right. They are."
Josiah smirked. "Hmmm, so you don't want to talk to me? Or are you already blushing over the new girls?"
I rolled my eyes. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Josiah. Yeah, they're beautiful, but I don't feel anything. There's no love there."
Josiah sighed dramatically. "Come on, brother! Love doesn't work like that. You have to be patient."
I shrugged. "Whatever, Josiah."
Just as we were walking and talking, two more of our classmates joined us—David and Gift, both guys.
David was a tall and slim young man with deep brown eyes. He had a habit of acting in ways that some people might consider playful or even a little too friendly—so much so that his friends often joked about him being gay. But David didn't care. To him, it was just how he showed affection.
Gift was also tall and slim, with the same warm brown eyes, but unlike David, he wasn't the smartest guy around. He wasn't book-smart, but when it came to women, he knew a lot—or at least, he thought he did.
As the group of friends walked together, David suddenly crossed his right arm over Josiah's shoulders in a casual, brotherly way. But Josiah didn't take it lightly. He immediately pushed David's arm off and glared at him.
Josiah looked David straight in the eyes and said, "David, are you gay? Only gay people hold someone like that."
David laughed, shaking his head. "Dude, it's a normal thing, na! Why do Africans always see this as being gay?"
Josiah sighed deeply, clearly annoyed. "Guy, leave me like that," he said, pointing his finger at David to emphasize his words.
"Josiah, I've been warning you," he continued, his voice firm. "Stop these nonsense games. I'm not gay—I'm straight, for crying out loud! I love women!"
David's face turned serious. "Josiah, you're calling me gay when I'm not one."
Josiah didn't back down. "Then if you're really not one, stop holding me like that. It irritates me!"
Nearby, Peter and Gift watched the drama unfold and couldn't help but laugh.
David turned to them, frowning. "Why are you both laughing?"
Gift, still chuckling, said, "Brother, don't be angry. It's just funny, that's all."
Peter nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I mean, almost every morning, you two argue like this. Maybe you should just become a couple already!"
Josiah's face turned red with anger. "Brother, if I didn't respect you, I would have given you a hot slap right now. This isn't funny anymore. Let's just end this topic."
Gift, trying to calm things down, tapped both Josiah and David on their backs. "Alright, we've heard enough. Sorry, Josiah. And David, stop acting like you're gay, okay?"
Peter added, "Yeah, it's annoying most times, so just stop it."
David nodded. "Right." Then he turned to Josiah. "I'm sorry, brother. Forgive my reckless act."
Josiah sighed. "Dude, don't apologize. It's weird, please."
Peter burst out laughing again. "True!"
Gift, eager to change the subject, said, "Alright, now that we've moved past that, what do you guys think about the new students? I mean, they're all hot… except Cynthia."
David laughed. "Dude, you already have a girlfriend. Why are you looking at another one?"
Gift shot him a look. "I don't remember asking for your opinion, David."
David raised his hands in surrender, like a cop telling a criminal to freeze. "My bad. I won't speak anymore unless I'm asked to."
Josiah smirked. "Well, to be honest, I'll go for Fortune. She's my type, and she's in our class starting today."
Peter laughed. "Josiah, dream on! Don't forget you're not the only one who has eyes on her. Every other guy in school is watching her too. Right now, these new students are like a cold bottle of Coke on a very hot day—everyone's going to fight to get one."
Gift turned to Peter. "And what about you, Peter? Aren't you going to ask anyone out?"
Peter shook his head.
David finally spoke up again. "Dude, you're even lucky. Nelly looked at you and even waved at you earlier."
Peter shrugged. "I know, but it's not important. I'm not really interested in dating anyone right now. I can't even love. I don't even know what it means to love."
Just as they were deep in their discussion and about to enter their classroom, a figure suddenly appeared right in front of them—Nelly.
She stopped in their path, leaving all of them speechless—except Peter, who didn't seem to care about her sudden appearance.
She smiled at them sweetly. "Hi, sorry, guys… but can I speak with Peter?"
All of them answered in unison, "Sure, no problem!"
As they walked away, Josiah quickly leaned in and whispered into Peter's ear, "Don't mess this up, brother."
Peter simply looked at him and sighed.
To Be Continued…