Chapter 4

The breeze blew across the city with angst and ferocity so that the people were forced to go into their houses almost immediately.

It was strange and hadn’t happened in a long time. Debris flew in the air alongside dust that made people shiver.

Thousands were seen at the bus station waiting for a ride. The lucky ones got people they know to drop them off at their homes.

Diana was one of the unlucky set of people who didn’t get anyone to take them away. She found a spot that was little hidden from the battering of the wind. She didn’t understand why she had to be so unfortunate that day.

She was still thinking of what to do when a car pulled up in front of her. The tinted glasses of the car made it difficult for her to see through it.

“Who could this be?” Diana muttered under her breath, irritated as hell. It pissed her so much that it was parked in front of her. She was about to move from where she stood when the window wound down, revealing the same person she spoke with a few minutes back.

“Hi, Diana! What’s up with you? Would you like to hop in?” The person asked. It was Michael. He had an evil smile on his face as he spoke.

“And do I look like I wanna ride with you?” She shot back almost immediately, eyeing him viciously. She couldn’t get him out of her head considering the way he treated her back there.

“Would you hop in or you’d rather have your ass whipped by the wind?”

“Damn you and your uncouth tongue. Don’t you dare address me in that manner!”

“Fine. I’m sorry,” he whispered and was about to drive off when she yelled at him.

“So, you really plan to leave just like that?” she asked in exasperation.

“You said you didn’t want to hop in, what do you expect me to do?” he said with a shrug of the shoulder.

“Damn you!” she cussed, hands akimbo.

“Are you coming in or are you going to keep standing like you are some statue?”

“And do you expect me to fly in?” she responded.

“What do you mean?”

“Open the damn door and let me in!” She snapped, taking him by surprise. If he was to be honest with himself, she was quite outspoken, and that drew her to him. It made him want to strike a friendship with her right at that moment.

The car door came open, and Diana walked in with elegance like she was the owner of the car, keeping her distance away from him.

Michael noticed it and burst into laughter. The car drove off at an alarming pace.

They continued in silence until they were at her place, none saying anything to the other, though Michael on one occasion had tried to start a conversation, but it died as fast as it started as a result of her silence.

“Thanks for dropping me off,” she said in appreciation as she got off the car. A weak smile formed at the corner of her mouth while she stared at Michael. He came out of the car and stood beside her, almost leaning in. She took a few steps back, frowning.

“It’s nice meeting you,” he muttered, stretching his hands for a shake.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to take my leave!” her words took Michael by surprise, to the extent that he could say or do nothing while she sauntered off. He could only stare.

Never in his life had anyone, most especially a female, treated him in that manner. It bruised his ego further.

It was almost 2 PM, and Diana was glad to be home after a long day. She sat on the bed, slowly pulling her shoes and clothes off. The room was hot and made her body itchy. It was strange, especially after the wind that was raging a few minutes back, she then remembered that the windows were shut tight. The air conditioner was also off.

She jumped to her feet, did the needful, and returned to enjoy the breeze, but that didn’t help ease the itch she felt. Only a shower could.

She walked into the not-so-large space that served as her toilet and bathroom, and soon, the cool water from the shower was trickling down her body.

The bathroom was a typical girls’ bathroom with pink objects adorning the length and breadth.

“Hello from the other side,” her voice rang in the air as she showered. Shower to Diana was like a mini-opera house where she got to sing and dance freely.

She was in another realm at that moment when she began to sing and didn’t realize it when she heard a knock on her door. By the time she heard it, the visitor was tired and about to leave.

“Who’s that?” She asked from her room as she hurriedly put on her clothes.

“It’s Michael.” The response came almost immediately, taking her by surprise.

“What is he doing here?” She wondered with a creased brow, “And how did he know I live here?”

She walked briskly to the door, opened it, and stared at him like he was some criminal.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“And why wouldn’t I? Tell me, what do you want? Why are you here?” She asked all in one breath.

“Well, you dropped something in my car, so I said I should bring it to you, but it seems you don’t want it. I’d take my leave,” he muttered under his breath and was ascending the stairs already.

Diana pulled him back with so much speed and strength that it shook him.

“Let me have a look at it,” she said with a plea in her eyes.

“I thought you don’t want me here? Why then do you want to see it?” Now he was enjoying this game of his and wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

“Can you stop being petty?” she mumbled, eyeing him all over.

“And you think I’m being petty? Hun?”

She gave no response, but her continuous stare somehow made him uncomfortable.

“Fine, I’m sorry if I sounded so rude.”

“And is that all you are going to say? For insulting me? For slapping me?”

“You deserve the slap!” she snapped.

“Hun? What do you mean?” He asked with a creased brow.

“You kissed me without my permission. We don’t know each other from before, and yet you kiss me.”

“Well, I think I might receive another slap before I leave,” he announced, pulled her into him, and then locked his mouth in hers.

Diana stood still unable to take her mouth from his. She hadn’t expected that he would kiss her when she was still scolding him about one.

She tried to break away from him, but he wouldn’t have it. He placed his hand at the back of her head, holding her down so that she couldn’t leave.

But she was Diana Wellington and wasn’t some slay queen who cannot fight for herself.

She broke away from him, grabbed her file from him, and then kicked him on the testicles.

“Ouch!” he screamed in pain, clutching his manhood where he had been kicked.

“Get out of my house right now,” she yelled, panting heavily as if she had just completed a marathon. She was pissed with him and couldn’t hide it.