Qi Xiuying Another Transmigrate s Story

I'm sitted at the other end of my class with my Friends Sophie and Peace. We have a class at 12pm but it's still 11am, the lecturer has told us he couldn't make it so we had to sit and wait for our next class . Everyone is sitting in the class.

I excuse myself from my friends and go to ease myself and my eyes go to him. He is sitting at the back of the class. His full short dreads acting as a curtain over his eyes as usual. His head is a little bent to listen to the girl that's sitting beside him, chatting away. I smile a little to myself then walk out of the class.

I walk back into the class and go back to my friends then tell them about who I had seen before I went to ease myself .

This was not the first time I was seeing him. At resumption, I had first seen him sit at a corner of the class, although it was a different class from this one, he was sitting at the back too. He had been sitting alone then and I just walked into the class, the class was full of people but he could be clearly seen from the back. That is how tall he is .

I've always lacked confidence, a shy, timid girl who rarely spoke to anyone but I don't know where the courage had come from when I walked up to him to ask him for notes. He had shown me his notes and I took pictures with my phone, thanked him and walked out of the class. Though I didn't need it at that moment, it has been helpful.

The second time I had seen him was about a week after the resumption, he was walking towards the Secretariat office and he looked towards my side in search of something. Something nudged me to wave and I did, and surprisingly, he waved back and disappeared. I was so happy that day. I told my friends about him and they had told me then that they also noticed him, 'the cute quiet dude that sits at the back of our class that girls always talk to'

When I told them everything, they laughed and we started talking about his dreads and height . Sophie looks at that side again.

" I would have gone to talk to him I swear, but I'm afraid he won't answer me", she sighs and drops her hands on the table.

"Why would you think that?", I question, "you're beautiful and you'll do well if you approach him, at least try , for us", I smile and pat her back a little and Onome nods her head in agreement.

Sophie shakes her head, " I can't do it, I'm too shy, maybe you should go ",

"What?, me?, what's the difference between you and me?", I reply laughing and  Peace huffs. "All these, because of one boy", she rolls her eyes and looks into the book she had been coping.

" You know the note you are writing, I saw it from him right?"

"Okay, sorry", she says without looking up.

I turn to Sophie who is still peering to his side. " I'll try and talk to him, if it works , okay, if it doesn't okay, anyhow sha, wish me luck"

"Good luck", Sophie whispers to me before I stand up and I chuckle, she seems to take this thing more seriously than I imagined but I know my friend , that's how she is sometimes.

"Mmm", Peace mutters still copying her note.

I clean my sweaty palm on my two piece trouser and walk towards him, feigning confidence. I notice he's now alone , he's focused on his book writing something down. His tiny dreads are dangling in front of his face , shielding his eyes from being seen.

"Hiii", I drag with a little wave.

He stops writing and looks up from his book slowly, he moves his hair a little to the left and looks at me, questionably.

I'm met with the most amazing bold brown eyes ever, hiding behind thin eye lids. His eyes are so symmetrical like siren eyes, looking almost flirtatious. I bite my lower lip nervously .

After what I saw, I thought against talking to him and decided I'll just turn back and walk away then, I'll just tell Sophie he didn't bother to answer me. I hesitate a little and decide to turn away at that moment muttering a 'sorry', under my breath.

He's still staring at me.

"Urhm, I'll just leave", I say, and start pushing a chair that's now blocking my way.

" You have something to say" , he says finally, it's more of a statement than a question. His voice, a deep baritone, like the voice of one of these guys that do advertisements on discovery channels and nature channels . His voice is beautiful.

I clear my throat. " I uh..", Jesus, I'm lost, I don't actually know what to say, shit, 'Rhoda', I beat myself. I look down at his work. "What are you writing?" , my voice comes out surprisingly normal.

He looks down at what he was writing

" oh this?", he smiles , "it's my assignment, the one the lecturer gave us yesterday".

"What?", I exclaim. I've totally forgotten about that assignment, I've been busy with the notes.

"I totally forgot about it...when are we submitting it",

"Next week Monday I think",  he replies. I sigh in relief.

"Wow, you've already started doing your own, scholar", I smile a little too broadly. He laughs too, a slow sweet deep short laugh, his voice and laugh is just too..

"It's not that deep", he cuts in shutting my thoughts, " I make use of chatgbt a lot and I just want to get all these done much earlier cuz I might forget".

" It's still the same thing", I reply curtly, " you're a very serious human being, see me, I even forgot".

I look down at the book again, " can I see your work please?,

" Yeah, no problem ", he removes his leather bag from the seat beside him and places it at his other side, I settle down on it. He hands his book to me and I start reading through it.

To be very honest , I actually have no clue what all these meant, I have never even seen these things in my life .

I turn to ask him a question but I see his attention is drawn to someone at the front role. A slim beautiful girl , the girl I had spoken to in my hundred level that had ignored me, I had tried to tell her she was from my  tribe but she shunned me, and even went as far as telling her she was beautiful and she just ignored me and left with her friends. But no doubt she was truly beautiful. She has a full blown out hair, thick and black like an African Princess, she's wearing a light grey short skirt and a matching crop top that shows a little belly button, her jewelry is shining gold. Her lips, well glossed with no other color. She has lashes on though. She walks like a model, acts like a model, she is a model in fact, she recently won the Miss Finance Pageant.

She waves at him, I think and whispers to her friends then starts making her way towards us, of course, he likes her, maybe that was why he had been staring at her, I should probably leave. I pull out my phone and start taking pictures of his note book without noticing she had stopped in front of my desk.

"Hi", she says to me, and I had to look around to be sure she was speaking to me. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were talking to me", I try to smile, " hello?"

" You're Rhoda right?,Ochanya, my namesake", she smiles,

I pause. Wait, What?

" Yeahh..", I drag. So she actually heard me that time I had told her. That's very impressive, I mentally roll my eyes.

She moves to sit across me a little from the boy, " it's so nice to see you again, I actually saw you earlier, wanted to say hi but you had already gone past me. So I decided to come and meet you here__",