"Mom, I'm done!" I yelled from my bedroom, the moment I had finished my bath.
I wondered what dress to wear; I had a flair for fashion.
I decided on a cute red floral gown. Normally, I wouldn't care much about my outfit, but I had this thing for fashion. And besides, I wasn't trying to impress anyone.
Due to how uncomfortable I felt while wearing heels, wearing flats every day became my obsession.
I paired my dress with black flats, a red bow hair tie, and a black tote bag, that complemented it perfectly. This should do, I guess.
I walked down the stairs elegantly, as my room was situated on the second floor of the house.
When my Mom saw me, her eyes lit up, she mouthed 'beautiful'.
It was our family tradition, to compliment each other on every occasion. My mom, of course always exaggerated! She complimented me in ways no one ever had, which made me indulge in a little delusion that I was the 'most beautiful'.
"My God, Selena. You look breathtaking!" My mom said, staring at me with love-filled eyes.
"Oh, stop Mom. Don't exaggerate things, you know I look like every average girl," I said, shrugging her compliment off.
My mom laughed heartily, which made me wonder when I became a comedian. She went further to say, "I birthed you, Selena. I saw you breathe your first breath, take your first walks, your first speech. I am your Mother, and I know you in and out. You are beautiful. Now shut your mouth up, and go eat breakfast."
I smiled, my lips parting slightly.
"What's for breakfast, Mama?" I asked, with sheer curiosity.
"Toasted bread, and scrambled eggs, your favorite. I don't want you going to school on an empty stomach." Did she ever forget things about me?
I remember telling her my favorite breakfast was toasted bread and scrambled eggs back in Grade 9.
And ever since, Mom always, always prepared that for me every morning. I couldn't ask for any other, she was all I needed.
"How exactly do you always remember everything, Mom? I mean, I told you this years ago. 4 years ago, Mom. When I was 14, and now I'm 18. How?" I asked, pressing her for an answer.
She simply said "You're my child, Selena. I don't forget anything about you." My mom was the sweetest person I know, I always felt special when I'm with her.
"Thank you Mom, I'm really blessed to have you," I said with an emotionally laden voice. I was indeed blessed.
"Sure, cry baby. Come sit down, you have classes remember?"
I pulled out one of the many chairs, and sat. The food smelled heavenly. Yes, I ate a lot, yet never gained weight. A blessing and a curse.
We both ate in silence, my mom hated talking while eating, and she made sure to inculcate that principle into me too. When we were done eating, I cleared up the table, and took the dishes to the kitchen, and yes, I do the dishes. Mom is Nigerian, and no typical Nigerian woman would do the dishes, when she has a grown ass teenager around.
My dad on the other hand was from the United States, so I was a mixed kid. People found it hard to believe that I was Nigerian, because I had a fair skin, but I was still Nigerian.
I hurriedly washed the dishes, glancing at the clock.
Only 20 minutes left before 9 a.m. I had to be at school by 9.
Sweet Jesus, I had completely forgotten about time!
Now I was late for my first class in college, just great.
When I was done, I dabbed my hands with a towel, and dashed out of the kitchen.
"Oh, look who's late for her first class!" My mom said sarcastically, which made me roll my eyes.
"That's because I had to do the dishes, come on Mom. See you later, bye."I said, and I made for the door. I turned the door knob, walked out and gently shut the door behind me.
I checked my purse frantically for my car keys, and yes I do have a car.
Mom got me one, the day I turned 18. I had waited impatiently for that day, I was desperate to be an adult. I wanted to have control of my own life, and make decisions myself, without anyone constantly reminding me that I was a child. It really was sickening, I wouldn't deny!
My mom got me a used 2014 Toyota Corolla. I didn't care whether it was new or used, I just needed a car.
Luckily for me, I had my car keys with me, I didn't have to waste anymore of my time. I inserted the keys into the door lock, turned it, and unlocked the door.
Again, I slotted the key into the ignition, turned it clockwise, and the car roared to life.
I checked my phone for the time, and it was past 9:00am.
Oh my goodness! I was late. Freaking late.
This car better not give me trouble, I prayed silently, pressing my foot on the clutch. It usually did, but today I hoped for mercy.
Thankfully it didn't, I thought to myself sighing with relief.
The drive to school was one of 30 minutes, the longest 30 minutes of my life!
I drove into the school's parking lot, and turned off the engine. I was late. Damn late!
Hurriedly, I got out of my car. My head was slightly bent towards the ground, as I arranged my 'so many books'. I clutched to my books tightly, afraid they would fall.
With my head still bent down, I walked away from the parking lot.
I checked my phone and it was 9:30 a.m.
Lord, help me.
I had no idea where my class was at, as it was the beginning of the semester. I didn't know any office, or class, or whatever. This was college after all.
I hadn't even walked past the parking lot, when someone bumped into me. My books fell to the floor.
What the heck?!
I lifted my gaze, to stare at this audacious human who couldn't even apologize.
My eyes met the most beautiful person I have ever seen.
I know my Mother exaggerated a lot, but I don't!
He was freaking gorgeous. I was dumbstruck.
He had oceanic blue eyes, a well-defined nose, and a sharp jawline, one I could assume was as sharp as a knife! His tan skin was beautiful, everything about him was perfect.
Wait, what was I doing? Swooning over a jerk who scattered my books, and didn't even apologize?He rolled his eyes and walked off, snapping me back to reality.
What? He didn't only lack morals, he was also rude. I wasn't going to let this man walk over me.
"Hey, you! Stop right there." I yelled, as I walked briskly towards him. He refused turning in my direction, so I walked in front of him. I planted my hands firmly on my hips.
"You got a problem?" he asked, his voice was the sexiest I had ever heard, it sounded so husky, so good.
Damn, Selena! Get a hold of yourself, come on.
"No, I don't. But it's clear who has a problem. You bumped into me, scattered my books and then pretended nothing happened." I said, still maintaining my hands on my hips. Little did he know.
"Oh, that. Darling, you were walking down the hallway with your head bent towards the ground. What were you expecting?" he said sarcastically, as he started walking away. But I was not going to let this pass, until he apologized.
"Yes, I was. But you had your eyes open, yet you bumped into me. Don't call me darling, apologize now." I said, standing my ground.
He had no right to lecture me on anything. I couldn't care less about how gorgeous he looked, if that was what made him so egotistical, then I had to remind him that a fine face wasn't all there was to life.
"No, I won't. Get out of my way, shortie," he said again, still refusing.
He asked for it, and I made sure he got it.
I grabbed his arm, and turned him around. At this point, so many people had gathered around, wondering what exactly was happening. They were in awe, to see him being flung by some strange girl. I saw people staring blankly, some pulled out their phones, and took videos of the altercation.
I was surprised to see how people had gathered around, like he was some celebrity. And even if he was, I didn't care.
When I had turned him around, before he even got the opportunity to speak, or ask what my problem was, when clearly he was my problem, I lifted my hands and slapped him across his face. He asked for it.
Afterwards, I pushed him backwards and watched him try to find his stance.
"I told you to apologize, peacefully, yet you refused. I get the fact that you feel like you are 'so pretty' or whatever, but not every girl is going to swoon over you. Even if you were the last man on Earth, I still wouldn't settle for a jerk like you."
I said, then walked off. That's when I realized I was hopelessly late for class, it was already 9:50a.m.
Sweet Jesus, what a way to begin my day!