A scooter, Yamaha Aeorox drove in, sleek and clean.. but not too loud. The kind of ride people would look once, twist their face and hiss then pass. The engine cut out at the school parking lot where sleek cars, inlays bathed under the afternoon glow. They didn't just gleam, they shimmered. These weren't just cars but machines. Sleek, sharp like a bullet. Each of the rides looks like they dropped from heaven, carved from obsidian. Alivan university is not just about books. To some students, especially the rich folks, it's a space to show off. A wide arena to flaunt wealth and intimidate the lessers on campus or compete with others who claim to be rich and superior. Looks like even the cars were in competition themselves, each one glossy and eye catching more than the next. Some students... probably those who were not used to wealth, paused and watched. Some took out phones and...‘clicks’ Cameras flashes. Some of these cars cover the annual income of a superior lecturer in the scho

The weight of the silence. If it fell, it wouldn't shatter. Thicker than glass yet fragile like silence. At exactly 10 seconds later, the clinking of a pin drop could be heard in the hall. What teremity! What could Elijah have swallowed that gave him the shoulder, the sheer balls to even speak before Mrs. Joanna. The fucking poorest boy on campus! Their thoughts though. Elijah stepped forward but Dave held his wrist back. He was shaking like the engine of a car that had been roaring ceaselessly for 100hrs. “No..Dave..” “And as for you.” Mrs. Joanna pointed at Dave. “You've failed. Just have that in mind. Now, both of you should get lost!” She spun. “Hey..bring me his paper.” A male student hurried to her with Dave's question paper and the answer script. Dave's heart banged against his chest, almost breaking out of the rib cage. “Ma..please.. please...” Mrs. Joanna wasn't known to show Mercy. Her yes remains yes and when she says otherwise, no man born out of a woman's ass c

Clinking of cutleries against glasswares charged the air of the school restaurant The space was live, buzzing with murmurs; Girls gisting at the corner, Male students talking about their crush and last night football rants. At a secluded corner of the restaurant seated Elijah, a plate of fried rice, dumplings that were perfectly made, expensive wines, costly than the school f*e resting at the side like a prize, waiting to be poured and at the other end of the table seated Dave. He wasn't eating but staring at Elijah like an alien that fell from an unknown space— different and strange. First, he could count...no it was just once that Elijah had stepped foot into the school restaurant. And it was Dave who took him there after one of those hectic lectures. Elijah made it clear, probably he was just cautious of his sparse pocket. That he would never step feet into the school restaurant. His reason; Spending thousands on meals is a waste of money. But here he is, right in front of hi

Kelvin trapped her against the wall, his hand gripping her two hands tightly, pressing them on the wall.Beauty struggled with him to free herself as her hand brushed against the cold wall, pain cruising through her nerves.She winced, her face tightened due to the discomfort and pain.“Let..let go of me Kelvin..you're hurting me.” She cried, her voice shaky with fear but Kelvin didn't loosen up.He pressed further, tightening his grip on her then he leaned in, breath away from her face in a way Beauty could feel his breath raking against her face. Kelvin's eyes went down, admiring his cleavage which was slightly revealed by the neck curve of her gown. “Fuck! You're hot!" A smirk crossed his face and he leaned further, his intention to kiss her sent a signal down to her muscle. Sandra struggled with him frantically and angled her face to the side but Kelvin was relentless.Before his lips could touch hers, a knock came on the door, cutting off the act.A deep frown rumpled Kelvin'