He’s A She? (04)

He’s a she?
(Her mission in boy’s school)

Written by Uche Lawrence
© Youngicee Stories.

Episode 4

Christabel’s pov

I just saved him now.
He groaned and got up dusting his cloth.
“Take the damn peel to the dustbin.”

‘Like I was the one who put it there.’ I wanted to say that to him bit I kept shut.

I bent over to the peel, took it and went to throw it in the dustbin.

I walked past the mirror and stopped right away.
I stared at the mirror and glanced at my chest.
My b**bs weren’t visible since I was putting on something.

My hair was short and jelled. I sighed and walked into my room.

**

A knock was heard from the other room and I started hearing voices. The prince was talking to someone.

Soon, the door was closed. Footsteps were heard and then came with a knock.
On my door.

“Come out and take your papers.”

I got down immediately from the bed and opened the door. The prince was holding some papers and blue wears.

I collected the clothes and papers from him. He walked away while I slammed the door hard.

“Break the door and get punished for that!” He yelled.

Whatever!

I sat down, dropping the clothes on the bed and glanced at the papers.
They were just timetable and schedules.

I sighed and lay on my bed. I don’t wanna go to class today. Maybe tomorrow.

**

I didn’t know when I slept off but I was awoken by someone yelling.

“Just get the f*ck off the bed and go cook for me!” The prince’s voice.
No doubt.
Wait! He wants me to cook?

I looked outside and saw that the sun was down. My eyes drifted to the phone beside me and picked it up to check time.

“Jeez! 2pm! Did I sleep that much?” My eyes widened.

“Well, I don’t talk twice. Just go cook for me.”
Sometimes he doesn’t behave like a prince.

“Am tired my prince. My back is hurting” I lied biting my lip.

“Well, I don’t take excuse.” He tilted his head then marched out of the room.

“Is he being serious?” I muttered.
I can’t believe I slept this late.

I quickly got down from the bed, going to the other room which was the prince’s.

“There’s no kitchen in here!” I shrugged.

“That place is the kitchen. Second rule, you’d be the one to cook for me.”

“I don’t know how to cook. Am a guy”

“A guy must know how to cook. No matter what.”

“Why are you treating me like a girl. I ain’t a girl. You know that.” I told him.

“Just cook something simple and don’t burn the house down.” I jumped on his bed.

I sighed as I dragged my feet to the kitchen.

**

I cooked the food for the prince and gave it to him. He ate and praised me indirectly.

~~

It was night, I had removed my clothes and was totally naked, I walked to the mirror and checked my beautiful self out.

“Very soon, you’re gonna be out of here and stop pretending like a boy.” I whispered to myself.

Just I was about to go take a towel so I can take my bath. I wrapped my towel around me and got to the large bathroom.

I threw the towel as soon as I got in. Away from me.

The door knob twisted and my heart skipped three beats.

Oh Jesus!

What am I gonna do? The towel!
If I tied it around my chest, he’d suspect.
The towel is even far from me.
The door opened. Bang! Am doomed.

TBC….

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