CHAPTER 15: MAKING A SKETCH OF HIM
CHAPTER 15: MAKING A SKETCH OF HIM
MAKING A SKETCH OF HIM
****JANELLE'S POV****
Ohhhh my, who is that guy, I asked myself. He looks familiar, I guess I had seen him somewhere but I just can't remember where I saw.
Will it be in my dreams??, I heaved a sigh of frustration, cause I can't seem to recollect where I saw him. It must be in my dreams or somewhat in my imaginations. I guess so.
Our gazes had met, he looked at me like though we had met somewhere, click click!!!, He has been the one haunting me in my dreams.
Gawdddddd!!!!, I sighed in frustration why it had taken me so long to remember that.
If he was able to haunt me in my dreams, I wonder the effect he's gonna have on me.
Those words, yeah, they all now make a huge big sense to me, they came hitting back at me, the words of the Voodoo woman.
"""""IN YOUR DREAMS, HE HAUNTS YOU. FATE IS GONNA BRING HIM TO YOU AGAINST HIS DECISIONS, WHEN YOU SEE HIM, YA DEFINITELY WILL KNOW, DO NOT FIGHT HIM. HE'S YOUR DARKEST DESIRES. HE COMES WITH BAGGAGES OF HIS OWN. YOU'RE HIS"'"'"'"'"'"'
. This is it, ohhh gawd how am I gonna face him. I really don't know what to do, alright the voodoo woman said I should never fight him, after all it's fate.
Nooo, I won't just give in to him like that, he has to earn it, yeah he definitely has to.
I chuckled as I licked the lower of my lips. I shrugged as I remembered I was still outside the lodge, ohhh my, so I have been standing out here for a long time, so stupid of me, I guess.
I started dragging my luggages inside, what a lodge, I was awed, not like it's my first time seeing it but you know, when you see good things, not just good but the best of things you get to appreciate it.
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I was done taking all my luggages and belongings inside, yet Steff was nowhere to be found, this girl is one of a kind, we had a deal and she just made fun of it.
I do know where to hit her that's gonna hurt a lot. I was going round my lodge, damnnnn this is too beautiful.
I was about entering the kitchen to check it out, when I received a call from someone, the dialler being Steff.
I saw it and ignored, I guess she's gonna keep hitting me up before I answer it, she was about to ring me for the tenth time, when the good girl spirit in me felt so sorry for her.
"Hey Steff what's up, where are you", I asked, "Hey bitch stop acting like you dunno when I called you, and hurry up, am at your gate, do hurry up", she scoffed. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
I snickered, she wasn't even sorry that she backed off from the deal we made, what an idiot, I decided to waste more time, she's gonna get frustrated as hell.
You dunno me, I said to myself, after I was done making her wait for me, I went downstairs.
To the gate I said to myself, there she was looking so madd, am sure at this rate her face is gonna start wrinkling when she's thirty-one.
I laughed loudly, when I took in her appearance, she was all sweaty.
"Yo babe, tell me how many guys gawked at you, while coming here", I was bent on frustrating her more.
I mean, which guy would stop a girl drenched in her own sweat to ask her out, unless he's a pig.
She just pushed me off the door, I almost fell. I stumbled up and walk-ran into the house.
"I know you, you're just a bunch of douchebags, in your little head, are full of mischevious deeds, that's why you can never grow taller than you are right now, and you can't have sense.
You know one more thing I would love to say, your ass can never grow bigger than the flatness of a pan", she fumed angrily.
My, my, wasn't expecting that, I once heard Jamaicans are bad mouthed in nature, Cause I always compared them to the Nigerians, but right now no more comparisons.
I just experienced one, she's a whole piece of bad mouth and a sour egg.
I had to laugh it off, so she won't feel like she's gotten me.
"Yoo, ya can laugh all ya want, buh imma give ya a dose of all ya doin to me", she said in her Jamaican accent.
"I'm so sorry macho, guess it will never happen again, am Soo sorry I hurt a best friend, not just a best friend but a bad mouthed one, so sorry hun.
Let me make it clear to you, I might not be good in words but my actions have more effects than your words, you huge macho", I said.
She turned immediately and said" babe you have grown a lot, seems like you're learning a lot, I thought you're still that naive Florida girl, come here chubs, come give macho a hug"
I looked at her wearily and muttered a "drama queen", nevertheless I ran to hug her, such a weirdo as a besfriend.
We talked for almost one hour thirty minutes, I was damn bored, I remembered I am very good at drawing.
I quickly went to bring my drawing utensils, I never forget to bring them along wherever I am going. I told Steff to excuse me that I want to draw, she decided to follow me, so she could help when I needed any material.
I had stood in front of my drawing board for about thirty minutes, yet nothing came to my mind, and the only thing I wanted to draw is a human.
My mind snapped to him, yes HIM, I decided to draw him. I remembered his teristics, starting from his chiseled jaw to his sea green turquoise color of eyes, his tanned skin, his broad shoulders.
Every one of his features, I remembered, I quickly started, I noticed Steff was watching me, but I didn't care tho, just needed to concentrate.
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It took me four hours before I was done, I had even lost count of time, I said when I was done I would look for someone who would make it bigger in it's own graphy.
It was a beautiful sketch, I love him, WHATTTTTTTTTTTTT no, it's a I love it, yeah definitely I love the picture and not him.
I went upstairs, im gonna keep it in my room, where I would adore the sketch to my full, I don't want any other person's touch or anyone apart from Steff and I to see it.
"Hey babe, who is that you just drew", she asked, For the love of Christ can't this girl just leave me alone, I am tired of her questions.
"Ohhh, I get it, your secret crush from Florida, keepings lot of secrets from me huhh", she scoffed.
"For the record, he isn't my secret crush or whatever you call it, it's just something that came into my mind, so I decided to give it my best shot", I replied back.
"Yeah, I know best shot indeed, you're talking to a kid right, I get tho.
The day you stop keeping secrets from me the better you help in strengthening our friendship", I could hear the pain in her voice, I didn't want her sad.
I decided that I had to comfort her in my own little way, j love her so much, forget the way we haul insultive words at each other, my best friend is one of the best.
"Hey Steff, on a very good day, I'm gonna open up to you, it's just so hard for me.
When I really want to tell you, I'm gonna drop all the details for you, I will make sure no one is letting with me.
You're making me feel bad and hurt, can you please wipe off those tears, please macho", I said to her.
She chuckled softly and said,"have you forgotten the drama queen part. We are gonna strike a deal, you're in??.
"Promise me you'll never call me a drama queen, will you?", She asked.
This is the heat of the moment, let me just act like a so sorry", yeah baby, pinky promise I will never do that, unless yo want me to", I said happily.
"You fool!!!, Why will I ever want you to call me a name that i hate so much?"
Immediately a call cam ein to steffs' phone, she looked at the screen of the phone before picking it.
"Hello, who am I speaking with", she said to whosoever was speaking to her.
"Ohhhh, alright no problem, we are freshers tho, so why won't we come?", Immediately she said that the line went dead.
"Who was that, I asked?", I asked Steff, "it's Ben our course representative", she replied.
"So why did he call, any problem?", I asked.
"Actually, No, there's no problem, he only said there's gonna be a get together party for all first year students".
"Whoaaaa, party?, We haven't even entered the middle of the semester and there's gonna be a party, I like the sound of that tho", I smiled as I licked the lower part of my lips.
"Pervert", I heard Steff mutter to herself.
"I heard that you know", I replied her as I grinned.