Do you know that meme where kermit is sitting on a bed and it says, when your alarm wakes you up and you realize you didn't die in your sleep? That was me right now. I know this is my first day but geez, spending one year out of school did something to a nigga you know? I liked school work but I hated school maybe I should just get a job and take evening classes or online classes but then I actually have the opportunity while others didn't so I'm going to suck it up and get up.

Richard wanted to drive me to school this morning but I asked him how would I get back home if my Jeep was parked in the garage? I groaned as I pulled my sheets back and breathed out into the cold room before getting up and flicking the light switch on. I wish I was one of those persons that rose with the sun but even so, no sun filtered into my room anyways.

I repeatedly hissed my teeth as I walked into the bathroom and flicked that switch on too. I stared at my reflection and hissed one more time. I stepped into the shower waiting on the water to heat up while I played with the falling droplets. I bathed and washed my hair getting out and standing on the mat dripping wet. I stepped onto the other mat facing my counter and brushed my teeth. I made faces as I ran my fingers over my line up and fade, at least I looked good.

By the time I exfoliated my face, washed it and moisturized, I was dry so I went to my dresser for my matching Fila sports bra and boxers putting them on. I was a time waster, a big time waster so I dragged myself over to my vanity and decided to do my eyebrows, I should have time. I made kissy faces after I was through and ran my tinted lip balm over my lips. I squeezed a ton of moisturizer in my palms rubbing them together and running my hands through my hair. I popped the top of the gel container and scooped some up going in to define my curls. I shook my head to make them pop and I leaned back looking at myself. I took up my phone and started to snap pictures of my self, the lighting from my vanity was bomb and my ego was large.

"Why aren't you ready???" I heard someone shout from the door.

I dropped my phone with a loud bang and looked over at Kwashie standing at the door. She was in dark fitted jeans and a light blue patterned button down.

"Bro, you scared me and I'm like 95% ready." I got up and walked into my closet.

"You're still in your underwear Zim."

"You want an award for being obvious?"

"You want an award for being late on the first day?" She sarcastically said.

"I didn't tell you to come for me." I rolled my eyes and pulled my dark blue joggers from the shelf.

"You seriously aren't wearing joggers on your first day of school." She said to me.

"What's wrong with joggers?" I drew the pants from her grip.

"Wear pants or slacks."

"No.."

"Yes.."

"Nah.."

"Yah.."

"We really doing this right now?"

"Yes.. pants or slacks."

I groaned loudly and threw the joggers down stepping over it and took up a beige colored pants drawing it on. I took my burgundy and blue short sleeve button down from the hanger and pulled it on. I went back to my drawers and took out a pair of socks putting them on and took my black suede Clark's from the shoe rack sliding into them.

"Better." She said walking up to me and kissing my cheek.

I accessorized and took up my money clip and phone. I had packed a bag from last night with three books and a binder with my pencil case and journal that I always used for doodles or reminders. My mind was shallow, I couldn't stand myself sometimes.

"Who's driving?" I asked.

"Me.. daw." She said to me.

"You think you all that, huh?"

"I know I'm all that."

"Boy, if you don't move from in front of me with yo lame ass." I shoved her and made me way downstairs.

I went to the kitchen and breakfast was already prepared so I made a bowl and put the bread in a ziplock bag walking out and sitting in Kwashie's car. She came through the front door with two hot cups and handed them to me before getting in and starting up the car.

"You didn't tell me what classes you registered for." I said while chewing on my eggs.

"We have different majors, so different classes."

"So? We must have like the same math class or something."

"Can't get enough of me, can you?" She laughed.

"I'm taking law." She said after awhile.

"Why? I thought you wanted to do something in sports..." I trailed off.

"Well, my dad thinks law is more practical. So I'm doing law." She kept her focus on the road and she didn't seem the least bit phased by her sentence.

Then why did I feel a way about it?

"What time is your last class?" I asked.

"It should end at 3."

"Damn, I gotta wait on you?"

"You're last class ends at 2:30 today.. it's just thirty minutes." She pointed out.

"I still gotta wait though." I hissed my teeth.

"All that sex and you still on edge? I got you tonight." She winked at me.

"Nah.. I'm good." I took a sip of my coffee and belched. She was used to my raucous behavior, which was all the time.

"Have you heard from Kacely?" I asked.

"No.. she is still around though."

"How do you know?"

"Because she is still pestering me."

I sighed as I took out my phone and scrolled through my social media. Both our classes started at 9 so it was convenient to carpool. I watched her as she focused on the road and wondered where life would take us next, Kacely was the current antagonist in our story and this was on Kwashie to handle. I handled Carter Jones, might've been a bit gruesome but I still handled her. We turned into the large campus and found a parking spot close to the main building.

"If I catch you flirting with anyone, ima beat both y'all asses." I gave her a serious look.

"And if I catch you flirting with girls, what must I do?" She asked me.

"You're my fiancé, you must know."

"Is that you giving me permission to drape you in public?"

"If you want a WWE live session in the middle of this campus then do it." I rested my finger on her temple and pushed her head away.

The dish was already under the seat so I grabbed my bag and got out. I waited on her before walking up to the administration building together and then kissing before parting ways. People were giving us weird looks but I was used to it by now and they needed to get used to it too because we're gonna be here for awhile.

I followed the map on my phone to the Languages building and found my Journalism 101 class. I found a seat in the middle close to the door but not too close so I wouldn't get shot first or so that I could escape first. The teacher was already here and she looked very excited.

"Good morning, what's your name?" She asked me.

"Zidania." I answered.

"Have a nickname?"

"Zim.." I trailed off.

"Like invader Zim? My son loved that show when he was younger. Everyone loved Gir but my favorite was Ms Bitters." She laughed out.

"Zim was my favorite.." I added.

"He was a little tyrant. I hope you aren't." She smiled at me.

"I assure you, I am not." I laughed.

"I'm Mrs Reid." Her pearly whites were on full display.

"Glad to be in your class, Mrs Reid."

The clock ticked signaling the arrival of 9 Am. Other students walked into the class greeting Mrs Reid and finding seats. I took out my green notebook, deciding to use my favorite color, and placed it on my desk with my pencil case. I put my phone on silent and dropped it in my bag then waited patiently on everyone to settle down.

"Good morning everyone. My name is Mrs Reid and I'll be your Journalism 101 professor for undergrad year." Her bubbly personality was still there.

"I'll do roll call and once you hear your name just say two things about yourself."

"My name is Mrs Reid, as I said before, and I like chocolate chip pancakes and a good article." She said.

She started calling out names. When I registered for this class it was out of 30 so I assume there should be at least 30 of us in here. It was small and that's why I chose this university instead of the other one. I listened to everyone say two things about theirselves, some mentioning that they were poetic or shy. I did also realize that the names weren't being called in order.

"Zidania McGlashan? Zim..." she smiled.

"I prefer to be called Zim and I love the color green." I said.

"That's one fact.. give us another." She encouraged.

"I'm engaged." I slowly said.

I heard gasps from around the room and I wondered why everyone was so shocked.

"How old are you?" A girl asked from behind me.

"19." I answered truthfully without looking around.

"And you're already engaged?" Someone asked as if they couldn't believe.

I lifted my left hand up to show everyone the huge ass diamond ring that never left my finger. The gasps were back again and I regretted ever mentioning that I was engaged, it wasn't a big deal.

"Let's move on," Mrs Reid said.

I did it mainly so that no one who even had the slightest idea of being interested in me would try to get at me. Even though that would mainly be girls because of my androgyny, I wasn't taking any chances and I really didn't want the attention.

"Kacely Chidike?" Mrs Reid said.

She can't be talking about THE Kacely, the one that Mrs Ekuban swore on her late father's grave had put a curse on me? The one that crashed my wedding last month? The one that is obsessing over my fiancé????? It couldn't be.. I held my breath as I waited to hear her voice.

"It's Chi not chy.. so Chidike." She corrected her last name in her thick African accent.

I turned around and met her gaze. She was already staring at me so it wasn't hard to get her attention. Her eyes were filled with hate and I couldn't understand how an innocent bystander such as myself could garner such hate from this woman. All I did was win the prince.. more like princess but she didn't know that. So how was she so caught up in all of this when she didn't even know the main ingredient for this soup?

"I am from Ghana and I speak three languages." She said.

"What are those languages?" Mrs Reid asked.

"French, English and Spanish." She answered.

"I love your accent." The same girl from earlier on said.

"Thank you." We we're still staring at each other and the class seemed to notice but no one said anything.

I slowly turned in my seat. I had to get into another class but I registered for this one long ago and I knew the others would be full as well. Change majors? I could always do creative writing or something. This girl was the reason I wasn't married right now and would have to wait until Christmas break to try again. Richard was pissed and honestly, so was I.

That same feeling I felt on my wedding day came back, my stomach was tight and I started sweating. What was this bitch trying to do to me? I tried to push the feeling at the back of my mind and the pain soared up from my abdomen once again. I had my own theories as to what she did to me and they were limited to her poisoning me through my skin but why did I feel alright otherwise? It's like she had my voodoo doll and could do as she pleased. It felt like an elephant was resting on my stomach. I looked down and there was blood on my desk, I lifted my fingers to my nose and felt where the blood was coming from. Shit, why did I choose to wear a light color today?

I knew I wasn't supposed to tilt my head back because that was bad but was I supposed to just allow the blood to run and mess me up? It would surely freak the whole class out. It was the first day for Christ's sake. My head was low as I held onto my abdomen and my head spun as I watched my blood pool on the desk through squinted eyes. The noises in the background faded into incoherent mutters and distant sounds.

Was she really going to kill me now? I instantly regretted flaunting the ring but then again, I wasn't. I won at the end of the day because Kwashie was promised and signed away to me since we were 15 years old. She couldn't possibly fill the shoes I walk in so why me? Why couldn't she have poisoned Kwashie with some love potion or some other weird shit from her weird practices? I knew other physical forces existed amongst us but I never thought I'd be the victim of it. I would've much preferred if Edward Cullen or Jacob were actually real and living in some distant forest in America or maybe nymphs and faeries but no.. I had to get a crazy dark skinned African woman who was crazed on unrequited love.

I finally gathered enough strength to jump out of my seat. I felt weak and drained as I avoided the gaze of everyone else in the class. I could only imagine how I looked. Blood staining the path it took from my nose, down my face and splattering on my shirt, a walking horror movie.

"Zim?" I slightly recognized the voice as Mrs Reid.

"Are you okay?"

"Me ho mfa me" the Ghanaian language spilled from my mouth. The words were English in my mind so why wasn't I able to speak them in English?

"What?" Mrs Reid asked confused.

"Boa me." I said again.

"Boa me. Mehia wo mmoa" blood sputtered from my lips as my body swayed.

No one except Kacely understood me. My vision was blurry and I was amazed at how long I could keep myself up despite the feeling I had. My whole body was in pain, my brain thumped at my skull and my abdomen was folding in on itself. Hot tears were running down my face and I'd surely pass out soon, if not from the pain then from blood loss. Kwashie was my emergency contact and I hoped that Mrs Reid had contacted her already.

"Boa me." I said again.

I stood there with my body swaying from left to right in a daze. I wanted to pass out, I needed to but something kept me awake. There was something keeping me awake and keeping my body erect even though my arms were limp and my shoulders slouched. Why did I have to be the topic of discussion on the first day? I'd never live this down..

"Zidania!!!"

Kwashie.. thank you Big G. I guess I could count on Mrs Reid to have sense. I felt her arms wrap around me whispering into my ears. I felt a cloth at my nose, I could feel everything and I could hear some mumblings but I was unresponsive.

He's mine, he's mine, he's mine, he's mine, he's mine.

The words kept ringing in my head but they weren't my words. The Kwashie I loved was a she so whoever this he was, she could take him. Was I really being victimized? I still couldn't come to terms with it even though I was in this current state.

"WHY YOU DEY GIVE WAHALA, KACELY CHIDIKE??" Kwashie shouted.

She always spoke Nigerian Pidgin and not Twi, her Ghanaian language. Why were our lives always on display for the world? Why couldn't I just be 19, engaged and sitting peacefully in my Journalism 101 class taking down the syllabus and finding out what expensive book I'd have to buy which I probably wouldn't use much.

"Why you do not love me?" Kacely asked.

It's obvious, you're not me.

**

Me ho mfa me- I'm not feeling well.

Boa me. Mehia wo mmoa - help me. I need your help.

My translations are from this Ghanaian girl I met on Twitter and if you see any Nigerian it's what I learn from the surplus of Nigerian followers I have. I hate passing up good jokes so when I see them laughing, I make it my duty to ask them for a translation 😭😭

Guys I'm pressed as hell and mad upset 😤😤

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