Chapter 41 PETALS AND PUBLIC HUMILIATION
Godiva POV
Dina and I quickly approached him in a fierce manner. “Who are you?” I asked, picking up a stone.
“Ow, I’m sorry, I was trying to find a good spot to drop this off,” he said, turning our way.
I quietly let go of the stone I was holding onto, and we both reduced our steps the second we saw him holding a bouquet. That was when we realized there was a delivery bike at the corner, and he was probably the guy sent to deliver the flowers again.
I felt relieved in my heart when I saw him, since I was finally going to get the name of the sender from him.
“What’s that for?” I asked, facing him with my arms folded.
“A delivery for Miss Godiva Scott,” he said, looking at me.
“Well, you’re speaking to her,” I said with an attitude.
“Here,” he said, handing me a beautiful bouquet of flowers.
“Have you been the person delivering this?” Dina asked, collecting the bouquet from his hands.
“No, ma’am,” he replied politely as he headed for his bike.
“Excuse me,” I said, running after him. “I need the name of the sender.”
“It’s almost impossible since it’s an anonymous sender,” he said, mounting his bike. “But if you feel threatened by it, you can send a petition to our company.”
“Wow, we can do that?” Dina asked enthusiastically.
“Shut up, girl. That’s going to cost a fortune,” I said, heading for the door.
We dropped the flower on my bed and continued staring at it for minutes without saying a word to each other.
“This keeps getting weird,” Dina said, pointing at the flowers. “So what are you going to do?”
“Trash it, just like I did the others, and probably confront my suspects,” I responded, sighing.
“Well, if you wanna trash it, do that now before Mama returns,” Dina said, picking the flower swiftly from the bed.
“Wait up, girl,” I said, grabbing her hand as she stood up. “What if it’s from Jerald, actually?” I asked, blushing.
“Let go of me,” Dina said, hissing as she took my hand off hers and headed for the trashcan.
Early the next morning, I was feeling too nervous. My head was clouded with thoughts, especially about the flowers.
“Why are you panicking when the main villain is so peaceful?” Dina mocked as we trekked to school. That was her own way of making me less nervous.
“Shut up,” I said, playfully hitting her head.
Everything in school felt totally different that morning. The air was a little more tensed than it usually was. Normally, there was no one minding our business in school, but there we were, getting cold stares from lots of students.
“You’ll need to brace yourself,” Dina said, punching my arm as we walked into the classroom.
The first face I saw on stepping into the class was Jerald, who was sitting on his desk and interacting with Hakeem.
“Buenos dias,” Hakeem said, waving at us as we walked in.
“Just shut up,” we both chorused, walking past them.
I had barely taken my seat when Jerald followed behind, throwing one hand on my desk and the other on his waist.
“What is this?” I asked him, looking lost.
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all about me and our beautiful adventures back there,” he said, winking at me.
“Shhhh,” I said, rushing to press my index finger on his lips. “Can’t you ever shut up? Don’t let people get the wrong idea,” I said, taking my seat and looking around to make sure no one heard him.
“Chill, girl. Your actions are what will bring funny ideas to people,” he said, sitting on my desk.
“Whatever,” I said nonchalantly, picking my books from my bag.
“I’m sorry for the other day. I was totally out of it,” he spoke in a gentle voice.
“Don’t stress. I know my voice is capable of humbling even Jerald,” I bragged, laughing hard.
“This was exactly why I was contemplating this speech,” he said, full of regret.
“Yo!” he exclaimed, standing up to meet Lis, who had just walked into our classroom. Stopping abruptly and turning, he said, “Dad says you resume your private lessons tomorrow,” and walked away.
I ignored the glare I was getting from Lis and tapped Dina, who was seated right in front of me.
I was staring out the window in my usual manner, admiring the guys playing ball on the beautiful football court in the school, and as usual, Dina went to get us snacks from the mart.
“The principal calls for you,” a voice echoed behind me. It was the voice of Zoya, the school’s puppet.
“Who, me?” I asked in confusion, tapping my chest.
“Yes,” she replied and hurried out of our class.
I reluctantly left my position and headed for the principal’s office. I had just gotten to the red chambers close to the admin office when someone tripped me. I stumbled for a while before gaining balance, then I began hearing sounds of people giggling. That was when I realized it was all a trap.
I turned in haste and began heading for the door. Since it was a dark alley, I knew it would be foolish trying to defend myself. While I was rushing out, someone poured a slimy liquid on my hair, which got me even more upset. I couldn’t tell who it was. I could only see the figure.
I stared at myself in the restroom mirror for minutes, watching the stinky slime they poured fall from my head as I rinsed it off.
“Who did this to you, girl?” Dina asked, running into the restroom. “I just heard some girls saying you were cornered,” she added, turning me in her direction.
The shock on Dina’s face the second I burst out crying on her shoulders said everything. She knew very well I hated embarrassment the most, and my tears were her cue to know I was angry and was definitely going to do something drastic. After my tears came repercussion.