By Jessy:

πŸ¦‹ πŸ’“ MY CAMPUS LIFE πŸ¦‹ πŸ’“
(A Love πŸ’“ Gone Wrong)

πŸ¦‹ πŸ’“ πŸ¦‹ EPISODE FOURTEEN πŸ¦‹πŸ’“πŸ¦‹

πŸ¦‹ πŸ’“ UNEDITED πŸ¦‹ πŸ’“


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I yawned tiredly, rolling to the side as my hands touched something – or someone! I got up swiftly.

β€œMm, look who’s up,”

β€œPhilip!” My sleepy eyes stood active. Philp, what are you…?”

β€œRise and shine, sleepy head! Breakfast is ready.” He announced and added with a grin, β€œThought you might be hungry.”

I pulled the mattress down to my legs and looked down at my bosom, realizing I still had his oversized shirt on. β€œGod, my head.”

β€œDoes it hurt?” He asked, placing the tray on my legs. β€œLet me see.”

β€œIt’s only a headache, you know? I’m not dying.” I smiled as he went on examining me.

I loved his kind gestures towards me; the way he cared and didn’t mind if I was a bother in any way.

Last night when he asked me to put on his shirt having a pineapple design on it, I had thought he was joking,not until he insisted that I put it on, since there was no way I could sleep with a party dress on.

We talked in the process as I ate the slices of bread laced with jam, and the cup of cocoa he had served me with.

I had breakfast with him and we talked. I wondered why he didn’t want to eat alongside, and I asked him, β€œWhy don’t you want to eat?”

He moistened his lips and answered. β€œI’m not yet hungry.”

I frowned and shrugged the feelings off. β€œWell, if you say so.”

I arched forward, getting a hold of the teacup as my hair came lose. β€œOh, not again!”

β€œHere. Let me.” He said, and took the ribbon from me.

He pulled behind me a little, taking my hair in his hand, as he got it all fixed up.

β€œHad a little sister once,”He said, and I looked at him.


β€œYep! She had pretty brown hair like yours,” He went on.

β€œW-well what happened?”

β€œWell, months after my parents died in that car crash, and my brother, Lionel, was no where to be found – my little sister, Rachael grew ill of pneumonia, and after few days of battling with it, died.” He narrated, the sadness in his voice clearly made out.

I couldn’t believe his parents weren’t the only people he had lost. Poor guy, tears dropped from my eyes as I listened, and I quickly wiped them off. β€œI’m so sorry, Philip. I can’t believe you went through all that.”

β€œHeh. My life’s really complicated,” He chuckled and got up. β€œYou should rest a little before you go shower. You know, cause of gas.”

Not being able to say a word or anything, not after all that I’d heard, I just gave a nod as I watched him leave.

My conscience pricked, knowing I was keeping something from him – something only I knew. I felt really sorry knowing how wrong it was doing so. And, also how bad it was keeping him in the dark. I have to make things right. I really have to.


β€œWhat have I done? How am I going to tell my friends that MΓ‘rcia and I broke up?” I talked to myself, having no idea when my roommate walked in.

β€œDude, what’s for lunch?”

I chuckled and shook my head. β€œYou’ asking me?”

β€œCome on, bruh. Man’s down.” He walked sluggishly to the cupboard.

I scoffed and ignored him, taking out a cosmopolitan magazine from the drawer beside, putting on my headset.

He took out a cereal pack and showed it to me, uttering something I didn’t quite figure out. Man, what’ you saying? I can’t hear you from here.” I groaned and took off my head set.

β€œMaybe, you shouldn’t wear that.” He said.

β€œI’ve got no time for your jokes. I’m busy now.”

β€œYeah, busy staring at my ass,” He slapped his right butt cheek and laughed.

β€œYou’re crazy, you know that?”

β€œNot now I’m knowing,” He shook his head and focused his eyes on the cereal. β€œWant some?”

I shrugged. β€œNah. I’m good.”

I fixed my eyes back on the magazine, my mind totally not on it as Tricia ran in it. Wait a minute. What if I could bring Tricia instead?

My face grew pale, remembering how terribly she hates me. But I could try my luck. Yes! That’s what I’d do. I smiled in delight and eased my mind at the thought.

Later in the day, I went to pay her a visit at Marionette – not like she was aware.

I waited for her at the place I had seen her humming, and I hoped and prayed for her to come.

After an hour of waiting, I saw her walking towards the bench I was seated on, and then I knew she had sighted me from afar.

β€œDerek, now what do you think you’re doing here?” She questioned harshly, rolling her eyes at me.

I breathed and thought of an answer to give, as she said, β€œI mean, what brings you here?” The anger in voice disappeared.

Is she really being nice to me? I looked in astonishment, trying to make sure I wasn’t talking to someone else. β€œAre you okay, Trish?”

She smiled and placed her right hand at an angle. β€œWell, why wouldn’t I be?”

I swallowed hard, thinking of what to say.

β€œWell, why are you here?” She made funny movements with her eyelashes.

β€œWell, um,” I made to talk, placing my hand on the bench. β€œSit, please -” I motioned to my side, and she sat.

I was actually liking this side of her – the side that actually portrayed her meekness.

I cleared my throat and began talking. β€œSo, Trish. There’s something I need to ask you -” I examined the look on her face for a second. Finding not a hint of anger, I continued. β€œSomething I know you wouldn’t agree to,”

β€œWhy did you bring it up, then?” She sprang up to her feet.

β€œJust listen!” I rolled my eyes at her, and she breathed and sat back down.

β€œWhat do you want?”

β€œI just…”


β€œUm… I was only thinking if you could…”

β€œTricia!!” An angry black girl made towards. β€œHow dare you try to kiss my girlfriend?!” She spat furiously.

Tricia got up instantly. β€œKaren? Karen, when did you get back?”

β€œIt doesn’t matter.” She snapped at her. β€œNow tell me why you tried to make out with Lilian when clearly you turned me down?”

I stood stunned by the scene. What is she talking about? How could Tricia have done that when she’s not even gay?

β€œKaren, I can explain,” Tricia looked at me and back at her. β€œI never tried to kiss anyone, Karen. Lilian was the one that came at me and…”

β€œYou big lying brat!” She landed a slap on Tricia’s face before she could finish her sentence

β€œHey, hey! Just who do you think you are?” I pulled Tricia behind me, boiling hard.


β€œNo, Tricia! I won’t allow this!”

β€œYou won’t? Well, why don’t you ask your good-for-nothing girlfriend what she did?!” She gritted and said to Trish, β€œYou should count yourself lucky that your boyfriend was here to defend you. Bitch!”

I turned to Tricia the minute she left and I could tell how shaken she looked. β€œIs what she said really true?”

β€œDerek, please don’t make things worse.” She sighed and threw her face away.

β€œThen your answer says it all!”

β€œDerek, please!” Her lashes shot up. β€œAnd what was that about you defending me back there?”


β€œYes! You shouldn’t have done that. I mean, why can’t you just leave me alone?!

β€œWell, that’s the problem, Tricia. I can’t!”

β€œAnd why is that?”

β€œBecause I love you!”


Derek leave our Tricia alone na. It’s not by force πŸ™„πŸ˜’πŸ˜…


A student of the popular Nnamdi Azikiwe university. A Human Anatomy studβ€”and a passionate writer, with the hope of one day making the world a better place.
~Authoress Ciara

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