THE PRIEST's DAUGHTER (Mafia and Roses - #1)

CHAPTER 2

KIKI’s POV.

A cloth to be worn the next day is never a problem for me. I think it is crazy too, but I already have the picture of the cloth I am to be dressed in based on the cloths I have in my wardrobe in my head. All I have got to do every day is just to wear a cloth from my imagination and that still goes with today, except for the fact that I am currently tugging on the guy who saved me on Sunday’s coat… with an excuse that the cologne from the coat is intoxicating.

I know it is wrong and stupid for me to be thinking of a man I just saw for the very first time yesterday. I normally do not feel this way, I am not the type of a girl that have stupid lust thoughts over a man.  I just don’t know why I suddenly can’t take him off my mind, maybe because he saved me from James…

“Okikiola, we have got this. We only met him once, he saved us and that is all. I will leave his coat with a trusted usher.” I say as I adjust the thin strap of the red body con knee length gown I am dressed in.

I tug on my slip-on black shoe that matches perfectly with his coat, then stare at my dad’s picture on the wall.

“I wish you treated me like your daughter. I wonder how it will feel like to be able to call you my dad in public and not priest.” I say as and look at my wrist watch.

Arrggh! Dammit!

The serious class rep! ~ My inner mind mocks.

I pick my keys from the dressing table and run towards the door with my bag. I am fast to lock the door and run towards the car my dad bought for me last year on my eighteenth birthday.

“Gate, Ali!” I yell and the security man in charge of the church’s gate runs to open the gate.

I can’t believe myself right now, how can I be late? This is my first time. I hate to be embarrassed, I am totally allergic to embarrassment.

I step on the brake pedal, as I watch the green light turn from green to yellow and from yellow the red.

“Can this day get any worse?” I ask as my eyes drifts to the dashboard of my car.

I am guessing today isn’t my day after all, if it is my day… why will my car be close to stopping in the middle of the road because of a nearly empty tank?

As soon as the light turns green, I step on the accelerator and drive right into the closest petrol station which happens to not be far from my Uni. Taking out my debit card, I insert it into the provided space and type in the amount of petrol I want to buy, then sell the petrol myself before driving out of the place.

As soon as I spot the faculty of science, I smile a bit and park my car before taking my bag and locking the doors with the doors with the remote. I run towards my class, only to meet the sub-dean angry.

“Where is the class representative?” He asks and I raise my hand as I walk towards my sit, situated at the front.

“I am here, sir.” I say and he makes a ‘tsk tsk’ sound before speaking.

“How can you be the class rep when you come this late? You are in a university for goodness sake and not SSS3, even in secondary schools lateness is never tolerated.  I need another person to be the class rep.” He says and I nod before moving my sit.

I put out the course note and hand out, before taking my pen. Totally unconcerned about whoever the sub-dean is picking as the new class rep. it is a position students eye actually, you get to know the lecturers’ offices, you have their emails or number, you are given privileges, but one thing they seem not to know is it is way too much work and not as easy as they think.

“The new class rep is Emmanuel, new assistant should be Sandra.” He says and some of my course mate claps, while Sandra herself feels reluctant because she is my friend.

I give her a genuine smile and she stands up, making every one clap their hands.

“Okay, now that it is settled. You all know that different lecturers comes to take you one course because this is a university and not a secondary school.  You have twenty lecturers taking you Chem001 and the same goes for other courses apart from your Phy002, which all the lecturers that have been coming to take you that course has been moved to other science departments. A new professor, an Italian man who is also a genius is going to be taking you Phy002 for the rest of the semester.” The sub-dean says and I can hear some of the girls talk about the new lecturer.

As soon as he steps out the whole class starts discussing over useless things, while I go through some of my w******p texts, but as usual. It just few messages from the few friends I have and the Duta Bot messages… my life is so boring, but not with books involved.

“We are going to have a white lecturer? Oh my gosh… I hope he likes me though.” Amanda says and Samuel shakes his head.

“Student and lecturer relationship is against the rules.” I say and the whole class echoes a ‘yes’.

I know some of my course mates hate me, but do I care. I have survived being alone for many years, no best friend, just friends. I just can’t trust anyone, people only hurt their fellow human.

“I don’t like her.” I hear one of my course mate say about me, but I ignore.

I press on the power button by the side of my Iphone7  to let the screen light go off and grab my pen to make a bucket list for the next stew I want to make and suddenly the noisy class goes silent, making me wonder if a ghost is passing by. I raise my head to see the cause for their silence and lo and behold right in front of us is the Italian professor who will be taking us Phy002 for the rest of the semester.

The guy whose coat I am putting on right now is the new professor?  What the hell?!

“I am Alejandro, your phy002 lecturer for the rest of the semester. I have heard from other lecturers that this class is filled with both brilliant students and crooks. I can be nice, but I do not take indiscipline.” He says as he lets his eyes roam over all the students.

Tsk tsk tsk…  I need to get rid of my stupid crush on him.  He is my professor, when I had a crush on him I didn’t know he will become a lecturer at Unilag.

“Who is your class representative?” He asks and the whole class points to me.

“It is Kiki Otedola… oh sorry, she got replaced today, Emmanuel and Sandra are the class representatives.” Amanda says and I close my eyes to control my anger as her friends laugh.

I open my eyes to meet a shocked expression on his face and I look at my note.

“Okay, apart from class reps. I usually have a course rep.” He starts and the whole class looks at him with anticipation.

I don’t know what their problem is. I don’t see any big deal in him being a white guy, we are all humans and the difference is our skin color.

“Who is willing to be my course rep?” He asks and Amanda raises her hand, then stand up.

“Actually, I will love to pick myself.” He says as his eyes roams in search of a course rep.

As soon as he stares at me, he takes his eyes off me and I sigh in relief. At least I won’t be his course rep, I want to enjoy the rest of university days in peace.

“Okay, what did you call her name again?” He asks as he points at me and the class echoes my name.

This ass wipe and ass wipes…

“Okay, Kiki will be my course rep. You are in charge of assignments submission, project coordinating and more.” He says and I stand up and plaster a fake smile on my face.

 I said it that today is certainly not my day… can it get any worse? Arrggghhhh.

“Ideal gas law.” He starts and the slide displays on the class projectors.

I open my phone to start recording the lecture, then pick up my pen to start my jottings when he decided within himself to annoy me again.

“Oh, by the way. I usually give our topic slides out, so that the students can read ahead before the next class, so Kiki after the class. I will send the slide to you and you can then send it to all your mates through your class forum.” He says and I nod.

This is hell! If he sends the slide to me, that means he will either my email address or my phone number.