My maths teacher episode 9

#Nine

Violet's POV:

I wanna give u luv my
Mona Lisa
O my
Omalicha ooo....
U get my number
I go wait for ur call
And if u no call
I go wait for ur door
Cause u must 2 give me
LOVE O
Give me LOVE O

I listened to " Mona Lisa" sang by #Lyta. This song got me thinking about Adam. Especially the chorus.
U get my number I go wait for your call and if u no call I go wait for your door.
It's exactly what I'm doing right about now. I've been calling Adams line for sometime now but it didn't go through. Now I'm waiting at his door, wondering why he hadn't returned back from school since dismissal. It was a quarter after eight o'clock at night and he still isn't yet back. I needed him to help me with my assignment.

To keep me company, I'd fixed my earpiece into my ears and listened to my favorite naija playlists. I've been standing outside his apartment for the past thirty minutes. I was sure he'd gone out with that busty b*tch. Only God knows what they're doing right now.
I tapped my foot impatiently as wild negative thoughts began floating my head. For crying out loud, where the hell is that boy? I'm sure he's busy fondling that girls breasts by now.
That pervert.
" What are you doing here, Violet?" Someone called out from the darkness.
I looked out sharply to see Adam standing before me. I didn't notice him walk in because of the music booming from my earpiece.
" I've been waiting for you since afternoon, where have you been?" I glared at him.
He grimaced. " Is that the welcome you're supposed to give me?"
I studied him. He looked a little serious to play along with my mood swing. I decided to lighten up a bit. " Sorry, good evening."
He regarded me and sighed. " What do you want?"
I raised an eyebrow. Like seriously? He's going to be all strict today? What the hell happened to him today? What did that Katelyn do to him?
" I want you to help me with my assignment," I said in a gruffy voice I didn't recognize as my own.
He let out a deep breath. " Sorry, Violet but not tonight. I'm really worked up and tired. You should do that yourself."
Jesus Christ, this is serious. O boy wetin happen between you and that girl, eh? Could it be that you two spent the whole afternoon love making in a private lodge?
" I'm I bothering you?" I asked, my hands turning to fists behind me.
" A little," he said, not looking at me. " A man needs his privacy and rest sometimes, you know. There's a lot on my head that I need to clear out. You'll only make things difficult for me."
I got angry and my back stiffened with rage. " Fine, sorry to bother you."
And with that I left him, marching directly home. Heading upstairs to my room, I shut the door and threw my assignment note across my room against the wall. I tore at my bedsheets and began unturning things.

Mom knocked on my door. " Violet, stop it. You're making a hell of noise inside. Please calm down, you'll hurt yourself."
" Leave me alone, woman," I yelled at my door, kicking my reading desk to the ground. I've lost it. I've totally lost it.
Mom kept knocking until I calmed down. When I opened my eyes, I saw my room was in a mess.
" Violet, open up. Please open up let's talk this over. Please," mom pleaded.
But I didn't answer her. I fell on my knees and buried my hands into my palms. What was wrong with me?
From my earpiece, #Lyta sang:
Why u wanna do
Like dat?

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Adam's POV:

Letting the shower run down my body, I closed my eyes and thought of Katelyn. Her image appeared in my mind like a dream.
Such a lonely girl. She must be suffering inside. When I stared into those brown eyes, I saw a girl with hidden fears wrecking her with pains. It's more than just maths or the private lesson. It's something deeper. She was lost, she needed help. When she cried in my arms, I felt her pains like a stab of wound piercing my heart.
Then I remembered what she wore when I walked into the room. She'd dressed like that for me. What was she thinking? Why had she done that?
Turning off the shower, I took my towel and wrapped myself in it. I've never been involved with a girl for a very long time and goddamn it if I become involved with a high school student especially a kid like Katelyn.
Then there was Violet.
Violet!
I gritted my teeth as I punched the wall with my fist. How do I tell her the truth. She's the reason I came back. Everytime we're together I would be moved to confess to her but something always draws me back. I was scared of telling her the truth. The real me behind the Adam she once knew.
Sighing in defeat, I left the bathroom and moved to the kitchen where I drew out a cupboard and brought out a packet of cigarettes. Removing a cigarette, I stuck it to my lips and flared up a lighter.

For a long time I stared at the burning flame from the lighter, uncertain about myself. Closing my eyes, I turned off the lighter and placed my hands on the wall.
I'm a rotten person, that's what I am. For how long do I keep this from everyone? From Violet?
Removing the unlit cigarette from my lips, I crushed it in my hand. When do I tell her? Tomorrow, next tomorrow? A week maybe? Maybe never? She has to know. She's my best friend.
Still, I wouldn't want her to know. She might hate me afterwards and I may not have lifted my guilt but made it deeper instead.
Beep beep!
A message sounded on my phone. Picking it up, I read it.
****This is the last message I'm going to send to you. You've not been picking my calls or replying me but it's fine. I'm sorry for being suck a jackass. Come back home, Adam. I need you. I still love you.****
I stared at the message, feeling more guilty than ever. I picked up the phone and for the first time in months, I replied.
**** I missed you too.****

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Violet's POV:

Saturday. As early as 5:07.am, I was up and going for my early morning jogging. Fixing my earpiece into my ears, I ran out of the house and made a long trip to the beach, jogging alone.
I met other joggers on the way, mostly boys but I paid no attention to them. I jogged on till finally, I arrived at the beach. This was where I stop over to have a beautiful view of the morning sun before heading home. While I waited, I did some exercises trying my best with an effort to get the memory of last night event out of my mind.

Just as I was making to sit on the sands and wait for dawn, I saw Adam.
He was walking close to the waters with the waves lapping around his feet. I watched him, surprised to see him. He wore a black skintight sports shirt, a black short and a sweat towel hanging over his neck. He walked bare footed on the waters, holding his sneakers in his other hand.
I watched him, hearing #Wizkids music as it blasted through my earpiece into my ears.
Joro{7×}
Joro Jara joro
He didn't seem to have notice me. He was busy staring at the sea as the waves came in gently. I came to see the sunrise instead here was I, staring at the last person I wanted to see today.
Turning my back, I made to leave the beach, mad at Adam and mad at myself for being mad. Just as I was about leaving, a girl jogged passed me and headed down the beach where Adam was waiting.
This got my attention and I turned sharply to know what was going on. She ran to where Adam stood and greeted him. He turned to her and I saw him smiled lovingly at her. Then to my surprise he patted her playfully on the head, the same way he usually played with me when we were still kids.
Wait a second, that's not fair. Only Adam pats my head, no other girl is entitled to that except me.
I studied the girl and I caught her face. Isn't that Katelyn? What's she doing out here at this time of the morning. From her outfit, she seemed prepared for some early morning jogging. I've never seen her jog since I got to know about her. So why the sudden change?
Watching those two as they laughed and chatted, I felt a longing welling inside me. It was a hunger. A hunger to have Adam all to myself. Adam was mine ever since I was a little girl. At that time, no girl ever wanted him. He was skinny and a weirdo. I was the only friend he had. Now this little wench wants to steal him away from me and occupy my space.

Realizing something strange and alarming, I held my chest and felt my heart. Was I.....was I.... I'm I getting jealous? Is this how it feels like?
I closed my eyes, trying to make out what this feeling I'm feeling is all about. It hurts. I feel hurt.... like my heart was being torn.
" Stop it!" I yelled to myself. " Stop acting Soo foolish, heart. Your job is to pump blood, not to cause me unnecessary pains."
And that's when it hit me. I was jealous. Jealous of the fact that Katelyn was with Adam and I was not. Jealous of the fact that Adam thought of me as a bother last night. Jealous of the fact that we were nothing but childhood friend and that other girls could have him and I couldn't. Jealous that I was stupid to be jealous of Katelyn knowing she was trying to hook Adam and she was making progress.
This was too much. I left immediately and never glanced back. I walked passed many people, not giving a damn if they waved at me or greeted me. I just wanted to get rid of this feeling.
" Hey Violet," someone called, running up towards me. It was Liz. " Thank goodness I finally caught up with you. Are you headed home now?"
I nodded, refusing to meet her eyes. She was in her sports wear but I didn't give a hoot if she was out to join me or not.
" I'm off now, you coming?"
She raised an eyebrow, puzzled. " Did something happen?"
I shooked my head and walked on. " Nothing, let's go home."

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Katelyn's POV:

We walked side by side on the beach, talking and laughing about other things. I was soo glad he agreed for us to meet at the beach. I suggested since Mom and stepdad were away for their trip, we could spend the early hours of the morning at the beach. To my delight, he agreed.
Now, walking together like a couple, we chatted just as two old friends would as if we've known each other for a long time. However close I came, he maintained a respectful distance. It was Soo difficult for me to fill the gap between us and I was scared to anyway.
Finally, the sun was rising. We sat down on the sands and watched the sea.
" Tell me about your parents, Violet," he asked casually without looking at me.
I bite my lips, not sure I wanted him to know anything about my parents. It was difficult for me to decide. I couldn't tell him everything but he has to know something.

" My mom got pregnant when she'd just turned eighteen," I began. " My real dad wanted an abortion but my mom wouldn't have it. She explained that in her family, abortion was not an option. Besides, she was afraid of killing an innocent child. And so he abandoned her and ran away, scared of taking the responsibility of fatherhood soo early. He was in his second year in the University while Mom was about writing her WAEC. Eventually she finished her exams and remained at home. Mom told me she struggled with the oppression from her families and friends. Early pregnancy was a big deal where she came from and peoples views about it were gross and intimidating."

I paused as I drew something on the sand. I noticed Mr Adam staring at me. " After giving birth to me, she returned back to school, struggling with motherhood and her academics. Have you Read Coolval stories today??. It was tough for her but I was just a little baby to know. Due to financial issues and the harsh struggles of early motherhood, she dropped out of school totally and began selling oranges with her mom, my grandma. My grandma had been unfortunate when she lost my grandpa in a fire accident. So life had been tough for her as well. I grew up in poverty with my mom. Sometimes we go to bed hungry. It got soo bad, oranges were all I ate for dinner before going to bed. Through all these suffering, my dad never came back for us. We later learnt he'd married another woman. Then when I turned eight, this wealthy elderly man met my mother when she was selling him oranges and he fell in love with her. They began seeing each other and in a space of four months, he proposed marriage. He was thirty years older than my mom but he promised her a better life than the one she was living at the moment. His wife had filed a divorced against him years ago and had left with a large settlement that paralyzed him. He swore never to marry again but that was until he met my mom and before everyone knew it, they were married. That was how we broke out of poverty."
" That's an interesting story," he said. " And your stepdad has been good to your family?"
I winced. " When it comes to money, we had enough. We didn't starve. He kept his promise and gave us a better life. But...."
Adam's forehead creased. " But what?"
I didn't look at him. I stared at the sea, wanting to tell him when I turned ten and had started developing breast, how stepdad had taken my virginity and how he'd threatened to throw me and my mother out of his house if I let the cat out of the bag. I wanted to tell Mr Adam how I was scared of returning back to poverty again. My mother seemed Soo happy with this new life. I couldn't bear to see her suffer again. She'd suffered enough for me when I was still a kid, going to bed hungry just so I could eat. Doing manual labours just to meet up ends meets.

Mom's businesses were all under stepdad's control. If he chased her out, she'd have nothing. Mom was too extravagant to have any savings. She was certain her new husband would leave her his businesses as settlement when he'd eventually die. This new life had caused her to be a little selfish and afraid of the past. I loved my mom Soo much. I wouldn't want her to fall from Grace to grass. I would rather let stepdad ravage my body than allow mom to return back to poverty.

I've been doing that for four years now and so long as I kept stepdad satisfied and held my mouth shut, all was good and going until recently, I became tired of it all. This was wrong. He was my stepdad. This was incest, an abomination. How could I stop? How could I tell my mom her husband had been sleeping with me all these four years? I needed help but who would help me?
" Katelyn?" Adam called.
I turned my head and caught his eyes.
" Is there something you want to tell me?"
I stared at him, knowing there was a lot I wanted to tell him and yet, it seemed impossible to let him know the truth. I was suffering and only him could save me. That's why I chose him to be my private tutor. I was hopelessly in love with him. Also I needed him to rescue me from my stepdad. Still I couldn't bring myself to tell him. No, not yet. Just not now. Maybe later.
I made a fake smile. " It's nothing. Forget about it. There's nothing to say. We're living fine. My stepdad has been good to us and we've been a happy family ever since."
He studied my eyes, I had a feeling he knew I was hiding something, that I wasn't telling him the entire truth but he said nothing. He smiled instead and took up my hand.
" Just remember," he smiled. " Whenever you get stuck in trouble, just call on me and I'll be there. We're best of friends now, aren't we?"
I squeezed his hands. " Yes, best of friends.

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TBC