should we kiss 8

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CHAPTER 8
"SHOULD WE KISS?"
© Opeyemi Akintunde
As Inspired by the Living WORD

Layo sprinted toward the field, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She needed a quiet place, somewhere to escape the chaos inside her heart. Finding a secluded spot by the coloured field, she paced. Her hands trembled, and her heart raced as though it were trying to leap out of her chest.

She closed her eyes tightly, the image of Zino’s intense gaze still fresh in her mind. The pull she had felt...the strange and almost magnetic force...was unlike anything she’d experienced before.

“God, what kind of temptation is this?” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I thought I had moved on from these feelings thingy, but they’re back... stronger.”

Her breathing slowed as her thoughts pulled her back to two recent moments.

*****
TWO WEEKS EARLIER

Layo remembered how she had stood in front of her mirror, staring at her reflection. Her room, a teenage girl’s haven, was decorated in shades of pink and nude. Sticky notes of affirmation covered the mirror: I AM STRONG, I AM WHO GOD SAYS I AM, I AM BEAUTIFUL, I AM SMART.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in horror.

“Oh my God! This is not happening. This is so not happening!” she exclaimed, pointing dramatically at a pimple on her forehead.

Her sister Tolu opened the door, amused. “Layo, why are you screaming?”

“Look at my face!” Layo gestured frantically.

Tolu squinted, her tone playful. “What’s with your face? This is your everyday face.”

“A pimple! A very big one at that,” Layo replied, her voice filled with mock despair.

Tolu snickered. “Oh please, it’s not that bad.”

“It is that bad, Tolu! You don’t understand,” Layo insisted, her face etched with drama.

Tolu walked over, examining Layo’s face with an exaggerated squint. “Miss Perfect with a pimple, huh? Why do you even care? It’s not like you’ve ever been into this whole looks thing.”

Layo sighed, turning away. “Maybe I’ve changed, okay? Maybe I care about my face now.”

“Come on, chill. Stop being dramatic. Here, let me pop it,” Tolu offered, reaching out.

Layo dodged her sister’s hand. “Wait, is that eyeshadow? Where are you going with makeup on?”

“Shut up. Focus on your pimple, drama queen,” Tolu teased with a grin.

Their mother’s voice boomed from downstairs. “Tolu! Layo! You’re late for school! Hurry up or you’re walking!”

“Leave that pimple alone,” Tolu said, groaning as she grabbed her bag. “Best advice you’ll get.”

“Fine,” Layo muttered, grabbing her bag as well. “But this better not ruin my day.”

Thirty minutes later, Layo walked in, her eyes briefly meeting Jide's. Jide, ever confident and charismatic, sat casually on a desk. A bandana hung from his shoulder, and he lazily chewed gum while chatting with his friends, Paul and Chinedu. He winked at her, and she quickly looked away, a smile tugging at her lips.

Amaka appeared behind her with a knowing grin. “I saw that,” she teased, making Layo jump.

“Saw what?” Layo asked, feigning innocence.

“The wink. The blushing. You’re practically glowing,” Amaka said, touching Layo’s flushed cheeks. Layo swatted her hand away.

“Stop. We’re just greeting each other,” Layo defended. “You know we’re street neighbors.”

“Oh, right. ‘Neighbors,’” Amaka said, giggling.

Across the room, Jide and his friends laughed loudly, drawing Amaka’s attention.

“They’re always so loud,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

Layo sneezed suddenly, pulling Amaka’s focus back.

“Bless you,” Amaka said, her teasing tone softening.

“Thanks,” Layo replied, slightly distracted.

She glanced at Jide again, but Amaka gently turned her face away. “Stop being so obvious! Focus on your books, not his winks,” Amaka teased.

Layo chuckled nervously but sneezed again.

******
Layo opened her eyes, her breathing finally steadying. The memory of Jide’s playful wink and their easy camaraderie contrasted sharply with Zino’s intense, almost predatory gaze.

She pressed her palms against the ground, grounding herself as her mind replayed the classroom scene. Back then, her feelings for Jide had been warm, innocent, and filled with the safety of knowing who he was. But Zino...

Zino felt dangerous. His confidence didn’t feel safe. His words weren’t playful—they were calculated, designed to lure her in.

“God, what is this?" " Just two weeks ago, I was practically drooling over Jide, and now a total stranger." She whispered. “I don't like this”

TO BE CONTINUED...

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