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Chapter 2 - Mr Peterson

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

The sound of an alarm clock ringing pierced the air jokingly, signalling the start of a new day, the sound was distinct in the silent bedroom.

The girl on the bed stirred and groggily reaching for her alarm and hit the snooze button before changing to look at the other position.

The door creaked open and in came a middle aged woman.

"Wakey,wakey, school time princess." Her voice was cheerful but firm."didn't you say you have a math test from that mafia Prof?" The woman nudged the girl gently.

"Let me sleep alittle, still early ma." She grumbled while enveloping herself in the blanket completely.

The middle aged woman went to open the curtains. " Sure sleep to your hearts content, wasn't it you who was saying how Prof. Peterson is a hard not to crack?"

"Prof. Peterson?" That woke her up.

She hurriedly untangled herself from the blankets, wore her slippers before running to the bathroom.

Five minutes later she had already taken a bath sat at the desk blew her hair while skimming through her notes.

She had forgot to read through the notes when she had a test today.

Ring.

All the ladies with big bam bam,

Why look proud when they fought pa pa pa,

Too hard to the point of separation ta ta ta,

Lets swagger as if it is still one. Beep.

Ring.

Lena picked up her phone, ' hello, don't even think about it I forgot to read the notes after watching videos there on tiktok up to midnight... Yeah reading through them right now... How good is the gossip?... Hot men? Let's talk about it."

Lena hurriedly took her bag that was on the table, put in the notes before closing it as she went downstairs to have breakfast.

"Morning mum, that is why I love you to death." She said happily while she sat on the round dining table drinking the warm milk in the glass and a toast of bread.

"You didn't change your phone ringtone even after your father told you to do so?" Lena's mother chided.

She was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Lena prefers drinking milk in the morning so hers was already prepared.

"What is wrong with my phone ringtone, dad keeps saying it is unholy in his eyes what is Holly? Mommy, this is hip hop what we teenagers listen to." She grumbled while eating bread.

"Manners, how many times have I told you to mind your manners." Lena's mother premanded her.

"What is manners? My manners are only retrieved on weekends but on weekdays they are sold, bye mommy?" She wiped her mouth, standing up.

After saying her goodbye she took her bag storming outside followed by her mother's shout.

"Come here, can't you even move utensils to the sink, what kind of a wife will you be in the future?" She shouted at her dissapearing back.

"Mother keep your gentle persona even if it is for one hour." She shouted back slamming the car door.

She made faces at her mother in the car window when she saw her mother was mad enough she zoomed out.

Her car passed through the busy streets before heading to country T university.

The get looked magnificent with a bold motto of you are our future leaders of tomorrow, state your rules today.

She passed through gate A and went directly to the parking lot.

After making sure her car was well packed, she alighted, took her bag, closed the door and run to the lecture hall.

There in the lecture hall, she found the always handsome Prof. Peterson already there giving exam sheets.

She hurriedly run to her sit that was kept for her by her friend Caren, in time of receiving the exam sheets.

Lena's eyes skimmed through the questions before grinning.

Most of the questions are what she revised on except three which were difficult to tuckle but she will do her best.

"Alright everyone." The Prof smirked.

He always did like that when he was up to something demonic.

"The test is based on last week's topic."

Which was wrong.

"You have up to three hours to tackle everything." He announced before pushing his specs up.

Prof. Peterson is the youngest Prof in country T university. But that isn't what makes him be feared.

Students fear him because of his stern teaching and his extensive reading comprehension from different subjects.

Or maybe his Mafia family's status.

As Lena was cracking the questions, she felt something soft hitting her back.

She saw a scrunched up paper on her legs. Opening it up there were words written and she knew the sender.

Hey, you look hot today but how is the exam in your side,to me it is harder than a rock I can't even manage to crack a question.

Lena looked bemused, when she was planning to reply back she felt a stern stare from the podium and with embarrassment, she hurriedly finished her exam papers, handed them to the professor and hurriedly slipped out of the exam hall.

Lena dramatically caught the unseen fleeing heart as she stuffed it in her chest forced fully.

Lena exhaled a relief after she was far from the exam hall.

She thought she would be the unlucky lamb to be slaughtered from Prof. Peterson punishments.

Thank God she was saved.

Lena moved to her dorm, changed clothes to light ones before running to the canteen.

The aroma of different foods was waing from there while students were lounging in the morning sun like tomorrow is never there.

Boys were talking about football while ladies were gossiping about other ladies and the hottest students in school.

She could even hear some boys gossiping about women life's.

Babies Mama's, she sneered. How can they be talking about women in groups?

Lena went to the canteen and chose a seat in the corner waiting for Caren.

She ordered, chips kuku with soda.

Drinking while scrolling memes on different platforms, she would sometimes giggle to herself.

"Can I sit here?"

Lena raised her hea to the owner of the voice.

The woman had curly hair with big black eyes. Her face was fair with pouty lips.

She was wearing boots with shorts and a white baggy shirt.

In one of her hand, there was a fruit drink and chapati in a plate and the other hand had almost three to four books.

Lena looked at her with amazement, the woman's look was one of a kind.

"Sure." Lena replied nervously.

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