Magic body science!!

At age 15,I was looking grown and too big for my age. In fact, I looked 6 years older. My chest and backside were all blown up and well developed. My hair had been trimmed so one could only facially tell my age. I had a lot of guys around me and I innocently thought that it was my beauty that attracted them. I vividly remember how my computer teacher tried to take his own shot at me. He failed me in a test and publicly announced that I should come and see him in the staff room after school hours because he was busy at the moment and couldn’t attend to me. I didn’t hesitate to appear at the staff room immediately I heard the bell.
Mr computer science stalled me till the noise in the class hall died down and till the last teacher in the staffroom gave him a handshake and said goodbye. My palms and feet were sweaty. I thought I had committed a bigger offense than just failing. Why else would he keep me in the staff room till three pm. I was willing to wait because of my precious grades. I was even prepared to write another test, there and then if I had to. After he was done burying his face in the sun newspaper he was reading for an hour, he raised his head and stared at his phone and for the third time I said


“Good afternoon sir, you asked me to come and see you after school hour, am here.” I murmured.
He gestured to me to have my seat. Then he said;
“How long have you been here?”
I wanted to scream “one freaking hour!” but I calmly said “almost an hour”


He smiled stupidly and stared at my breasts for some seconds. I look away. He asked a lot of unnecessary questions about my family, my friends at home, religion and the most stupid of them all, how I was enjoying the school…why did that matter now? He should have asked me when I was in my junior secondary class not when I had a year to graduate. I answered every question he asked quietly and then he asked the last one


“Do you have a boyfriend?”
I wasn’t really surprised. With the stalling, I knew it was going to get to that. I had actually been waiting for this part of the ‘meeting’ but I simply said in my most innocent voice;


‘There’s no need for that”


“Meaning what?!” he snapped
I kept mute. He opened one of his table drawers and brought out the SS2 Art Continuous Assessment Sheet and motioned me to stand. I stood and went close and he showed me my name and my actual score in that test. I had scored ten so why did he drop that scary looking zero on my book? Now I was more than sure that he had an agenda. I simply sat back in my English teacher’s chair which was now mine, at least till the ‘meeting’ was over.

“Don’t you know that when you have a boyfriend, he will take care of you and give you anything you want?


For a moment, I began to wonder if my father was my boyfriend because he did just that but I shoved the thought and applauded him for good marketing. He sold the act of “boyfriendry” well. He stood and walked to the door. He bolted it and moved his chair close to mine. He took my hand in his and reminded me of how beautiful a woman I was and how he so loved my complexion. While he was talking, I had my mind set on my food that was already getting cold in the refectory. By the time my mind travelled back, I saw his face in my face and I started coughing uncontrollably. When he saw the cough was getting serious and that students were passing by the staff room, he quickly unlocked the door before getting water from the water dispenser.
I took the water from him and headed for the door and I kept up with that pretencious but life saving cough until I knew he couldn’t see me again. I told my bunkmate about it and she laughed till she couldn’t laugh anymore. I and my bunkmate clung to each other for the rest of the term because I needed the teacher to believe I was sick and she needed to lie for me too. I feigned sickness till the term ended and by the time we resumed, Mr computer science didn’t resume because he got married and moved to Abuja. I couldn’t stop thanking the lord. He who finds a wife, finally finds common sense.

SiLiFaH.