Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

“Ma?”

“Ma?!”

I was brought out from the memory I was recalling by my drivers voice.

“Sorry?” I responded while blinking a little.

“We’ve reached the house” He said gesturing to the big mansion in front of us.

“Oh right, thank you, Mr Ola” I muttered, opened the car door and came down. I guess I spaced out for too long.

As I was about to close the door Mr Ola spoke.

“Oga and Madam said I should inform you that they would be coming home late today, and that you should eat dinner by yourself” He reported to me with a little smile. He was a really nice man, he always had a smile on his face making him look much younger than he actually was.

“Nothing new there” I mumbled.

“Ehn?”

“It’s nothing, thank you Mr Ola have a good day”

“And you to Ma” I planted a fake smile on my face and closed the door.

I walked up to the front door and typed in the lock code to enter. The house as usual was as quiet as ever. For the past seventeen years of my life this was how it had always been when I came back from school. They said being an only child would mean you will get the undivided attention from your parents but apparently mine was very different, the only thing I got from being an only child was loneliness. No one to gist or play with, no one to bicker with, it was extremely lonely. At least I know that if I had siblings I probably wouldn’t have minded as much if my parents actually cared about me or not.

I began to climb the long tiring staircase to my room which was at the very top. Yay lucky me.

Finally reaching the room I placed my bag on the floor and then starting removing my school uniform. It was quiet uncomfortable, if I do say so myself.

As I removed my blazer my eyes instantly made its way to my hands. Red angry marks/lines that were already healing could be spotted. The more I looked at them the more bad memories kept rushing through my head.

…..

‘I can’t have a daughter that is fat like this o, Amanda you better go on a diet immediately. Infact don’t bother I will just tell the cook to cut down your food’

…..

‘Can you believe, her uniform is not even seizing her again. You will just be eating anyhow like a pig’

…

‘Pig’

‘Fat’

‘Ugly’

I have gotten very much familiar with those words by now. They were permanently stored in my brain. But I knew I had to move past that, one way or another.

Remember you’re not the same person as before Amanda. Not the same.

Time skip…..

“Miss are you sure your parents would approve of me driving you to the shopping mall this late” Mr Ola asked, he looked beyond nervous.

“I honestly don’t think they would care” I muttered.

“Sorry Ma you say?”

“Nothing. Just wait for like ten minutes I would be out as soon as I finish” I gave him my ever famous fake smile and got out of the car before he could protest further.

That was five minutes ago. I was presently at ShopRite in Jabi lake Mall shopping for toiletries for myself. When Mr Ola said my parents wouldn’t be soo happy that I came out this late, I was actually tempted to laugh at that instance, but I held it back. The poor man didn’t know the type of relationship I had with my parents, infact no one did. They could care less even if I went out in the middle of the night to a night club sef.

I’ve been looking for the roll that they kept tissue for sometime now and I just can’t seem to find it.

“Oh there it is” I muttered to myself finally location the roll where different brands of tissues were kept.

As I reached out my hand to pick one and keep in my shopping basket a hand also reached to pick the same item I wanted.

“Sorry, please go ahead” I said already prepared to pick another one.

“Amanda?” As I heard my name I turned.

Surprised I spoke “Frederick?” A big grin abruptly broke out on his face, he seemed excited to see me for some reason.

“What a coincidence” I narrowed my eyes at him. This was too much of a coincidence.

“What are you doing here?” I squinted my eyes further.

“It’s a general mall Amanda, is there a reason that I can’t be here?” he chuckled amused by my sudden question. I blushed embarrassed that I was jumping into unnecessary conclusion. Thank the Lord that my skin my dark, making it hard for him to know I was ferociously blushing.

“Right, sorry” I mumbled.

“You apologize way too much Amanda” he gave me a look I couldn’t quite figure out.

“Anyways” he started talking again once he noticed that I wasn’t going to say anything anytime soon “This is actually perfect timing sef”

I stared at him confused not seeing were he was going with this.

“You left me hanging in the library” I still looked at him not getting what he was saying.

“Don’t you remember? this afternoon? when I asked you to be my friend in the library, but just gave me a quick apology and ran out of there as of something was pursing you” he looked… would I use the word… Sad for some unknown reason. Or was I seeing clearly.

“Oh that” I said as realization dawn on me. I remember I actually did that, I didn’t know how to respond to his question, so I did the only thing I could do and ran out of there before you could even utter the word ‘Jack’.

“Yes that” he mimicked me.

“So now I want an answer, can we be frien…..”

“See ehn please just leave me alone” I cut him short.

“What?” He blinked a little, the smile that was once on his face was replaced with a confused frown.

“I said leave me alone” I said aloud not only surprising Frederick but also myself.

“I never thought I would see the day you would speak this loud” I only glared at the tall boy and continued speaking.

“I don’t know if this is some sort of prank or if you were even forced to do this”

This was not the first time that something like this had happened to me. The first time it happened I was so gullible that I fell for it almost immediately, not having any friends would do that to you.

“No na haba, that’s not I..”

“But please just leave me alone na, pretend like I don’t exist, you’ve done that pretty well from the past three years that I’ve known you, it shouldn’t be too hard”

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Once again I cut him short of his words.

“My life isn’t the greatest, I don’t want you adding to my wahala, please” I said reverting back to my low voice.

(A/N: wahala is a Nigerian slang for *troubles*)

I stretched my hand, carried a random pack of tissue and left immediately. Not once looking back.

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“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN AMANDA?” was the first thing I heard as soon as I entered the lonely mansion.

Surprised to see my Mom, I stood frozen for at least up to a minute. I thought she and Dad said they would be coming back extremely late. Speaking of which, where was my father? I don’t see him, probably locked up in his study or something.

“Didn’t you hear what I asked you, I said where have you been?, just look at the time” For some reason instead of me to feel scared or panicky like any other child in my situation would, I felt quite the opposite. I was happy. Happy that for once in my life my mother actually seemed like she cared about me.

clearing my throat a little I answered.

“I went to the mall to buy some toiletries for myself” as soon as those words left my mouth my mother’s semi-angry mood abruptly cleared.

“Oh is that all? well then, I don’t see why you had to go yourself you could have just sent any of the helpers to get that for you, why bother going yourself when you could have used that time to do your school work. Use that your God given brain sometimes would you Amanda” with that she left, I watched her climb the long tiring staircase until she finally faded out of my view.

I sighed out loud. So much for her giving an ounce of care. once again I was stupid to think she would care.

Sure my parents gave me all the material things possible, thanks to them being filthy rich, but they failed to give me the most important thing a parent shouldn’t fail to give their child, and that was Love. Love was a word completely non-existent in my house, it’s always been like that since I could remember. I was foolish to think things could change even after all I’ve been through.

…..

“Amanda”

“Amanda”

I looked up from where I was resting my head and came face to face with Frederick. Goodness gracious this boy was beyond persistent.

“What are you doing here again? in the library, that no one ever bothers to come to” I rubbed my sleepy eyes and glared daggers at him. He was really starting to annoy me, it didn’t matter how good looking he was.

He grinned from ear to ear and spoke.

“Well obviously I came to see you, Amanda” I gave him a dull look and went back to resting my head on my laps. Good thing our school allowed us to wear leggings underneath our skirts.

“Ah haba na, Amanda I really need to talk to you” God why was he soo persistent.

I sighed and raised my head from my laps. I hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep yesterday- well I usually don’t get a lot of sleep to begin with- and lunch break was the only time I get to have a wink of sleep, and apparently Frederick wasn’t going to allow me to do that anytime soon.

“Shoot” I said.

He looked at me oddly with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

“What?”

“It means tell me what you want to say to me” I smiled a little at how confused he looked. God I hope he didn’t see that.

He only chuckled a little.

“Right” a raised his hand and scratched his hands awkwardly. The one thing that was physically unique about Frederick was his hair, it got girls fawning over him. I mean with the jet midnight color and silky looking texture, I’m not surprised that girls worship the ground he walks. He’s hair was naturally full but was slightly cut flat by the sides giving him a black AmeAmandan look.

“I want us to be friends” he spewed out with a stupidly beautiful smile.

I frowned a little, I thought after yesterday at the mall he would finally give up but I guess he didn’t.

“I thought I already gave an answer to you. No” I was full on glaring now, couldn’t he just leave me alone. For the past years I’ve been in this school he hadn’t approached me once, what’s changed now?

“And I will continue asking until you give me a positive answer” His persistency didn’t damper at my rude response. What on Earth does this boy eat for breakfast, rainbows? cause he is far too happy, too positive for a teenager. Or maybe I was the one far too negative.

“Why?” I suddenly asked him, curiosity blazing within me.

“Why what?”

“why me? Why do you want to be my friend?” I really wanted to know what was going on inside his head that he wanted me out of all the population of people In the school to be his friend.

A far away look suddenly passed his face, I was almost convinced he was about to seriously answer me until he spoke.

With a devilish smirk he spoke.

“Because Y has a long tail and two branches” for being rumoured to be incredibly smart, he was a lot more childish than I gave him credit for.