Reasons Why

1) Blood Rush

Sweat, smoke, blue and red flashing lights, the irritating smell of alcohol all around him; this was Bayo's everyday life since he got into college to study what his father had always wanted him to study. He never drank or danced. All he did was sit at a corner with a cocktail in his hands. A cocktail that he never drank or even took a sip of. Girls and guys did come to approach him and make a conversation, but he always gave them a cold gaze while they spoke to him. Once they got the hint that he wasn't interested, they'd leave hissing and badmouthing him. He didn't care. What he cared about now was the person sitted beside him who was well on his way to getting alcohol poisoning.

"Tim, seriously that's enough-" before he could even finish his sentence, Tim had already downed his vodka and was asking the bartender for another shot. Bayo had to snatch the drink before he could get his hands on it. "Bros, are you trying to kill yourself?" He used his left hand to block the overly drunk boy by his side. "Stop it. Just because that useless girl didn't reply your text since morning doesn't mean she's dumped you, you idiot."

"Will he hear?"

Bayo sighed. "You're not even helping matters, Oyinbo."

The boy simply stared at him with indifferent eyes. Bayo was always in awe of the boy's eyes. It was nearly impossible to find a pure bred Nigerian child born with blue eyes and skin so fair, he was nearly described as an albino.

"I swear Bayo, if you call me that again, I will leave you and your lover boy here."

"Guy, nor be my car we use come?"

The boy simply rolled his eyes and sipped at his drink. "E go shock you."

Bayo was just about to say something annoying when their friend's screeching notification sound reached their ears. With the perfect synchronization of twins, the two boys stared at their drunk friend as he picked up his phone from the counter and squinted his eyes like a seventy year old man with eye deficiency. From how his eyes lighted up and the rising wave of tears in his eyes, they knew who it was.

"Sophia." The two boys shook their heads.

"She wants me to come over." Tim smiled broadly, his hidden dimples prominent as he stared at Bayo expectantly.

"No."

"Bayo, my guy-"

"Enter taxi and go to her hostel. Nor be me and you wan go that girl's place."

"Boss, abeg na. Help your boy-"

Before it came, Bayo knew what it was. His fair friend had already jumped out of the way. He however, wasn't quick enough. And that's how he ended up dragging his stupid friend home with vomit all over his pants.

To say Bayo was annoyed the next day was an understatement. A certain someone had been laughing at him since they got to the hospital and the cause of the ridicule was busy simping over his girlfriend's boobs without even apologizing for all the pain he put him through.

"Guy, you should have seen your face yesterday."

The glee in his fair friend's unique eyes made him even more irritated. "Chukwudi Chinedu Gladys. You better shut up there before I smack you. You think sey na Happy Hour or Milo commercial we dey do here wey you come dey shine your white teeth."

"Ah, bros. Why you call my full name like that na? Wetin dey sup? Nor be joke I dey? Man nor fit play with you again?"

"Don't talk to me." Bayo put his hands into his lab coat and walked away from the two boys.

"Eh, eh. Wahala." Tim laughed at Chinedu's flustered face. Because of the boy's light skin, startling situations usually brought out a colour rush to his cheeks and the tip of his ears. "Na waa. I didn't sign up for this lovers quarrel this morning o."

"Shut up." Bayo grumbled from the front as they approached the Mama Put opposite the hospital they were coming out from. He stopped to stare at something within his line of vision.

Tim, misinterpreting his friend's reaction, traced his gaze and pulled the tall Oyinbo beside him to gossip. "Na waa. When Flora go get sense? See as she yus dey crack bone in public like one village girl."

Bayo wasn't concerned about the girl his friend had mentioned. Her lack of table manners or sense of shame was the last thing on his mind. It was the girl sitting beside her staring at her with exasperated eyes and a word of lecture on her lips that caught his attention. From her natural curly afro, smooth light chocolate facial skin to the glasses resting on her cute button nose and her comfortable smart attire, she looked... immaculate. Her frightening glare as she smacked the back of her friend's head was another thing that made him intrigued at the aura she exhuded. He couldn't help the gasp that escaped his lips when her bright amber eyes met his own common brown ones. His ears rang a high pitched tone as his heart pounded faster than it normally should have. It was ridiculous. What was this, a cheesy soap opera? With a quick swirl, he practically ran back into the hospital premises, leaving his two friends flabbergasted and confused.

"What the hell just happened?"