Chapter 2 Ignoring Hoes

Joanna's POV

Playing my favorite song, 'If I were a boy' by Beyonce, my mind stayed afloat. Alone with my thoughts and nothing else. I didn't even realize that I was at the school's entrance until I heard voices from inside the school - people were shouting and doing their daily stuff.

I immediately put my phone away to hide it from the authorities before they seized it. Phones weren't prohibited at this school but are not used except in the cafeteria, nowhere else.

Entering the school's premises, I knew that I was late because classes had started a while ago and guess what? The gossiping teachers Harmony told me about were attending to latecomers and at the same time, searching for interesting topics to gossip about.

I knew how schools like this worked. I've heard stories from Harmony and Elvis. Harmony was my childhood friend, he attended this school but he decided to search for another school in Enugu, where he traveled to for the holidays. Apparently, he couldn't imagine facing the same bullshit in his last three years of Secondary School, and from what I was seeing, I didn't blame him.

Since I was late, I knew that I'd be the top person of all their gossips.

A teacher noticed me and I guessed she was Harmony's worst teacher in the whole school from his description of her, plus the fact her shirt indicated business studies teacher in a thin line.

My life is going great. I thought, sarcastically as I trudged towards them.

"Hey there!" She called out to me but I pretended not to have heard her and just dragged my feet in a bid to prolong the moment.

"Didn't you hear my voice? Come over here!" she yelled which indicated my plan had failed and I was now in trouble.

"Hey! How can you afford to be late on your first day of senior secondary school? Teenagers nowadays." She scoffed, rolling her eyes as I was now in front of her.

I kept silent and didn't utter a word while she ranted on, instead, I took an interest in the grains of sand below my black sandal-clad feet.

"Idiot. Are you even listening to me?" She asked, after which she poked me with the end of her cane.

"Don't mind the delinquent." A new voice said.

Did she just call me delinquent? I thought as I gazed up to find the famous sugar mummy of Comprehensive High, (the name of the school) who taught home management according to what the thin line on her blouse said.

She stared down at me her eyes blazing in fury. If you've not pieced this together, Harmony had also told me about her.

"Her skirt is even short and is that makeup?" She scoffed and tapped my cheek. "So, because your breasts are fully developed, you want to seduce the guys of this school."

"You now want attention from them, right?" She questioned, coming closer. "Let me tell you. You're ugly, you're like a stick, you're shapeless and no one will love you--" I turned her off, and stared straight ahead.

"Hey!" She yelled when she realized that I had stopped paying attention. This made her frustrated that she grabbed the cane from the other teacher and the next thing I heard was a whip sound as it stung my skin harshly, causing me to groan in pain.

"What the--" I looked up and saw the woman glaring at me. My breathing accelerated as I came to terms with the fact that she actually hit me with the cane. I saw red. Pure freaking red. I suddenly had the urge to bash her on that wall beside her.

Breathe Joana. Breathe. I willed myself to calm down and took deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Slowly, slowly, pea--

"Come on, get that mop and do your portion of cleaning, you latecomer." She poked me with the end of the cane again.

Was she still talking? Hm. Just ignore her. Ignore her, I kept telling myself as I went to get the mop.

The next thing she said, made her smirk like a maniac "Move that free ass, slut."

Omg, she did it. She fucking actually did it. No one ever called me a slut, like no one. The red light I was seeing was increasing and then I exploded.

I sharply turned and faced her. "What did you just say? You called me a slut?" I laughed.

"I mean, the sugar mummy is calling me a slut. Look everyone, she's calling me a slut. The old hag that fucks around with her male students is calling me a slut." I chuckled.

"You think I don't know what you've been doing in this school. You think I don't have ears?" I questioned, glaring at her.

"Listen here woman, before you call me a slut, kindly ask yourself who you are because I think you're the slut here." I scoffed. "You're the slut, got that?" I spat on her face and stormed out of the hall in anger with shocked faces and eyes behind me.

I was so busy trying to calm my nerves that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going until I bumped into a fluffy pillow, wait how is that even possible, I mean who keeps a big fluffy pillow standing in a school hallway.

Still confused and wanting to make sure I was right, I wrapped my arms around the said pillow and squeezed tight, sighing at its softness, I rested my head on it before I closed my eyes.

I know you think am weird because only a weirdo would hug a pillow in the middle of the school hallway, the way only a weirdo would place a huge pillow in the middle of a school hallway.

I felt myself drifting off to sleep and yes I was still standing, It was so blissful until I heard a voice, a voice I despised, a voice which made me jump away from the pillow immediately.

"Are you done using me as a pillow?" The voice said, which made me glance around to find where it was coming from. "I'm right here, look up," The same voice said.

I complied and looked up. Guess what, It was the pillow who spoke.

It was really strange that a pillow could talk, I wondered. Oh, wait it didn't just talk.

I then examined it closely, to notice it had a head, arms, legs too.

Wait it's a person? And is that not James?* I asked myself as I my vision came in contact with a sorry face.

"James?" I called, trying to confirm my suspicions.

"The one and only." He grinned

"When did you turn into a human potato?" I questioned with a frown.

"A potato whom you once cuddled and who still loves you," He smirked and pulled me in for a kiss.

"Get off me you a disgusting human-sized potato," I screamed and pushed him away, making a beeline for my class while I muttered profanities under my breath.

Dear ladies and gentlemen, if you haven't put two and two together yet then let me do it for you.

That human-sized pillow or potato which I just cuddled is none other than my ex which I told you about. He had some nerve trying to kiss me.

"Asshole" I cursed internally before I walked into class.

I guess I failed at ignoring hoes and bitches. it was still my first day and my plans were already failing.

Yay life