Sex With The Devil

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

The following days were relatively boring,well,except the ‘Pretty’ part.

I started seeing her in virtually everything I did.Even when am calling the people I cared about,when am being called,when I play ball,when I play music,when I watch movies;she is there.

She even almost spoiled my Champions league triumph celebration when my team won it that year..

The height of it was when I vehemently stopped talking to my mum for a provocation that ordinarily would not have irked me so much.

Even the rock music that I had gotten into in love with sometime prior to all the “Pretty” stuff,started being distasteful to me at a time.The worst part of it being the fact that Pretty herself has not come to me again,both in my dreams and physically per se;yet,I see her in everything I did!

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The next week,I started yearning for her to come to me.I started wishing for her company cuz I started feeling alone.I was having problems with Ujunwa cuz she found out that I was gonna change school,and she didn’t want me to change school.

Ujunwa Is the girl I wished I had loved the way I really actually wanted to love her.

We had come to school that day,and we were scheduled to have Business Mathematics that day in ABC2,One of our assigned lecture halls as we had no permanent hall.I came very early to the class and relaxed and was trying to see if I will solve some problems before the lecturer came.I had actually came to the hall with Sandra(will come to her later), and for obvious reasons,she decided not to sit beside me but at my back…and the person that sat beside me that day was Ujunwa(I didn’t know her then cuz we all are just freshers).

Apparently, the fact that I was able to always finish solving the problem before the lecturer wowed her a lot ( Well,thanks to my great Mathematician friend,Ebuka,I was always prepared for anything maths, even though I hated maths like hell). She ended up collecting my number that day after lecture to the chagrin of Sandra.One call led to another, one talk led to many and we became sort of Inseparable; coupled with her financial influence on me too.

So,I was literally alone,and Amara is not close… We only talk.

So,I kept wishing that Pretty will just turn up now that I actually need her to.

She finally came,but not in the way I had imagined she would come to me;And that was the beginning of our relationship,my relationship with the devil as people would have me believe.

“I guess you are beginning

to understand my earlier statement then?” Pretty told me in my livid but enthusiastic state.

” You are not even here for long enough and yet you are beginning to mock me already?” I replied.

“Am sorry” she said.

“Apology accepted” I echoed out subsequently in a laughing manner.

We chatted for a while and then she decided it was time to leave,promising me that it was time we met in real life.

I was like ” how is that even possible?are we not in reality per se?”

She started laughing at me,reminding me that I should just look out in reality.

I woke up.

I have been dreaming again I lamented as I now realised the meaning of what Pretty has actually been saying to me all this while….”Look out for me in reality!”..

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Two days later,while coming back from school after someone hooked me up with a kinda illegal contract,I went straight to where I normally board Keke just opposite the school via Calabar Street junction.

I entered the Keke as the first passenger.The second person came(a girl).The third person came,and guess who it was? Pretty.

I didn’t even really notice it was her till I heard her saying to the keke driver to move,that she will pay for the empty seat.

At that moment,I looked at her and she smiled, and in my assumed excitement I said:

“You!” and kept shut,and she just kept smiling!

The keke moved and I kept staring at her,not knowing whether it was really her in the flesh or I was seeing her in another persons face.

She looked in straight with a permanent smile registered on her face,a sign of the fact that she was viewing or rather,observing me from the corner of her eyes.

As the keke was about to enter Okigwe road and had to briefly stop in order to be able to join the other side of the road, she turned to me and told me gently to my ears:

“You lack social skills!”

I started laughing and she continued her smile.

In my mind I was like:

“Imagine! Where will I even start? How will I even start? Am still trying to ascertain if am not going insane myself, imagining things that no one else could believe or see; and she is telling me I lack social skills. what was I supposed to say to her immediately? Probably start ascertaining whether she is Pretty in front of those people? One thing is certain though,she just told me her inability,making it sound like mine!”

After coming out of my temporary reasoning,I spoke to her ears only:

“You know am following you to your place right?”

She turned and faced me and said:

“Really?” as if she is unaware its what she had intended.

“Yes” I replied firmly.

“No problem!” She politely said.

Immediately the driver entered Akalanna street and drove for some seconds,we alighted. I followed her like my whole existence that moment depended on me following her.

We crossed a street and arrived at her place within seconds.As she opened her door and let me in to the room,she uttered:

“Welcome to my humble abode!”.

“Thanks !” I said.

The room was richly decorated, even though its richness was also made to appear in a very simple form,with everything that you will find in a normal rich student’s selfcon room….Well,except that she wasn’t a student!

After keeping her handbag and sitting in the bed,she inquired to know what I will eat.I told her not to bother.

Apparently, I shouldn’t have said that.

She insisted though, and I obliged her.

After drinking the holandia Yoghurt she offered me,I got myself mentally prepared for the conversation that lay ahead.

“Hope you don’t mind?” She looked at me,inquiring that she hopes that I don’t mind her removing her clothes in front of me.

“Hope I don’t mind?” I asked my own self in my mind,with my gaze fixed at her as she simply turned away smiling while she removed the perfectly body fitted gown she wore.

She brought out a basketball attire and wore, and then came back to the bed,the only sit-able place in the room outside a small wooden chair there.

“So,how far?” She asked me with her permanently fixed laughter registered on her face.

I was like,”d–n,Pretty is really pretty o!”