THE ATTACHMENT: ATTACHED

I urgently needed to reach school and all the buses that were coming towards me at the moment were filled up.
If I didn't spend the night on incognito tabs, I would have woken up quite early.

I had a test that morning and the fear in me was extravagant.
I can't afford to fail or miss this test because my CGPA was pretty low for a student that wants to graduate.

I didn't really prepare for what was ahead of me.


It was not the test that freaked me out, but the person administering the test.
My Head of Department.


He is the most punctual lecturer in the entire department and was so strict.
Fierce like a tiger and dangerous like a viper.

He's well known for making students write one course for up to two years.
If a test was to begin by 10am.
For other lecturers in my department; the test can start in the next two or three hours.


But as for my HOD, By 9:59am; he is waiting at the door to shut it against late-comers.
Once you miss that test, there is no redemption.
You simply prepare to fight him or avoid the examination hall.

Either way, you would write the course next year.
If you attempt to beg him or give an excuse, he would beat you up.
Like, literally beating the fuck out of you.


As I was lost in thought, a bus drove and stopped beside me, so hurriedly I jumped in.


Unlocking my phone, I began to take last glances at my notes which I have never opened before.
I have to read at least a topic before I reached school.


Removing a jotter from my bag, I noticed there was no pen with me.

Emptying my bag, I searched tirelessly for my pen and I could not find it. Unknown to me, a girl in the bus noticed as I was tossing my bag effortlessly. So she asked me what I was searching for.

I lifted my eyes and what I beheld was astonishing. She was so beautiful and charming.
I lost focus quickly and was perplexed on why I didn't notice such a damsel.


Stammering, I told her I was searching for a pen.
Opening her purse, she handed one over to me. At that moment, I didn't want to read anymore.


The spirit of studying departed.
I was about to enter my Certified Lover Boy mode.

I asked of her name and she replied, "Emilia" but you can call me Emy.
A typical girl would snub you but the way she replied was so heart-warming.

Maybe a sweet boy could have a chance.


Then I responded, I'm Daniel but you can call me Dan.
She smiled, and then said, "You smell nice".

My brain cells went dormant and I began to blush like a little child.
Finally, oil perfume served a great purpose in my life.


Whether she was lying or not. That was a sweet compliment.

I already began to merge our names in my head.

She's Emy, I'm Dan. Together we could be Da-my or Daemy.

Our lives would be perfect together as I began to plan.

I held the urges of being a simp and replied; "Thanks, you look amazing by the way".
My compliment was then followed by this awkward silence as we sat beside each other.


The bus reached my University but before I alighted; I returned the pen to her.


Instead of receiving it, she collected my jotter and scribbled her digits on one of the pages of my jotter.
Then she said; "Call me".

Just like that?
Could this be a dream? Such a cutie following a comrade like me.

This was no time to lose focus, I had a test ahead.


The bus zoomed off, while I began to move hurriedly to write my test.
I totally forgot whatsoever I read, if I even read anything.

She was on my mind throughout.
I reached the venue on time; my HOD ranting as usual but my mind wasn't there.


The test comprised of objectives and subjective. But I didn't care.
Most of the OBJ, I simply ticked E as the answer.
E for Emilia, because that's what was on my mind.

I was among the first ten to submit.

My HOD nodded in disappointment as he glanced through my script, he knew this comrade had no idea on what he just wrote.


Then he smiled also knowing that the marking would be easy, because I would fail nearly everything.
I stepped out and immediately I placed a call to her. She picked and we had a mind-blowing conversation.
With a total stranger!!
It was vibes on vibes and I won’t lie, I was falling.


As we talked, I would be drawing circles on my jotter and licking my lips like as though I was possessed.

Could this be love?

She said she wasn't in a relationship and this made me fall quicker and deeper.

Within a week, we arranged for our first date and I was suspecting why would a lady so beautiful and authentic have no man?

For our first date, we chose Chicken Republic.
The way she stepped into the eatery, it was as if time stood still.

Walking with elegance and glamour, she came to my table and we began to rant.

She had a great sense of humor and knew how to keep a conversation stable.
She was exceptional.


We had rice, chicken and drinks. I was ready to pay and impress Emy baby.
A nigga can never be caught unfresh.

It was time for us to go and she offered to pay.

Ahh!!!!
A girl paying on the first date?
I was confused and didn't know what to do next.
I just kept on repeating "Thank you", till she said I should not bother.


This is definitely love.
Days turned to a month and we were in a stable relationship.

But one thing about her, she hardly revealed personal stuff about herself.
I had to find out as though I was an investigator.
If not for her constant white and black attire to school, I wouldn't know she was a Law student or a student at all.

Love is blind, so I didn't put it into consideration.
I don't think she's hiding anything.
Emy is Perfecto.

There was an insane birthday party she invited me to.
An overnight party. And it was so damn lit.
It didn't occur to me that she was a partying type.


Everywhere we entered, people were chanting her name.
So I'm dating a celebrity.


My plan was to go there, have a little fun and return home but I began to notice Emilia's true color.
Emilia drank alcohol like pure water. She even blew clouds.
What a toxic princess. That turns me on.

At this point, I had to prove I was a man.
So as she drank, I drank double.
She blew, I did same.


But unknown to me, Emilia has been in the business of being high for a long time.
From around 11pm, I was high as a kite and could not recognize basic shapes.
I lost memory as I went dormant.
Whatsoever that happened during the party, I can't recall.




Morning came, I was at an unknown location and no sign of Emilia.
My head ached and that's a sign of a serious hangover.

What is going on?


Last thing I remember is me waking up in a strange apartment with three ladies by my side.
I wasn't wearing anything apart from my boxers.
And the ladies had no clothing on too.

I couldn't even see properly, I looked at the floor and my clothes were laid there.
For my clothes to be there, certainly something happened.

But that was not the issue.
I had no idea where I was located.

Quickly grabbing my phone, I had a ton of missed calls but I noticed there were unusual.
They weren't from Emilia.

These were calls from school.
Then it hit me I had a test that very morning.


The test was by 8am and it was already 9:30am!!!.
Probably if I rush, I'll get there on time to join another batch.


How did I even get to this lodge and where could Emilia be?
I was too wasted.

Pushing away the bad bitches, I jumped from the bed, wore my clothes and zoomed off.
Luckily for me, the lodge was located close to a street I knew.

From here, I could find a vehicle and head to school.
But I didn't make it.

On my arrival, the test was over and my HOD was compiling the scripts.

I looked rough and my course-mates stared at me in disbelief.
This is one test I can't afford to miss.
My major course.

I begged my course representative and she said there's nothing she can do.
I had to meet the HOD.
I had to face him in his office.
Preparing my best of lies; it was either I escaped an accident or police brutality.

He definitely has to believe me.

Running to his office, I knocked on the door and he told me to come inside.
Taking a warm breath, I stepped in to do what I do best.
Lie and act.

If I knocked, there is a high probability that he would not answer me

So I barged in, opening the door and was shocked beyond my wildest imagination.


Emilia was seated beside my HOD.
Stroking his head and adjusting his suit.

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