Juliette

   I remember my secondary school crush with so much vividness it turns white in my eyes. Senior Victor Anozie was very dark like Coldstones's chocolate ice cream with chocolate waffles toppings. He was gorgeous but of average height which I didn't mind. I remember how my classmate, Semira had told me he liked me (I didn't even like him then because he was always frowning). He was so neat and whenever he smiled, his white teeth glinted against his ebony build. We spoke with just our eyes but our lips longed to talk over. But Senior Sheri won't have any of this lovey-dovey nonsense because he was her boyfriend. We carried on this way until the day after night prep. I had forgotten my water flask and quickly rushed back to the assembly hall to get it. No other time did Senior Victor deem it fit to close his book than that very moment I stepped into the hall. Our eyes locked for minutes and before I could blink, he had talked four long strides, crushed me into his bould...