His Ex Wife novel Chapter 9

Flashback.

You hardly ever find a girl -not to mention, alone- on the third abandoned floor of a high school on a dramatic Monday morning when she should have been in classes.

More to say, she was crying.

It was the weirdest thing that had happened in a while; not that the girl was crying but that there was a girl here, hardly anyone came around here.

The floor was made up different classroom sections that were now too old to use and were to be renovated, but renovations were not occurring anytime soon. Some classes remained locked and a series of divided classes were open to walk in though they laid dusty and abandoned.

Most kids of the school did not even know this part of school existed but it remained to the advantage of Iyan. He could stay away- clearly no one would be bothered by his absence- and stay alone.

The sobbing grew quieter but continued nevertheless, Iyan waited for it to pass by and expected the visitor to leave as soon as they finished their business of “sobbing” here.

Some few minutes passed, he heard no sobs now but the girl hadn’t left, intrigued, he got up and went outside. In one end of a corner of the classroom she lied, curled up like a ball, face dug inside her hands that crossed across her feet against her chest in a protective way.

“Need some help?” he asked in a sarcastic tone.

She jumped up at the mere sound of his voice, she must have been expecting this place to be a ghost building. Iyan didn’t blame her.

Wide open, engulfing and absorbing the stranger’s presence, her ocean blue eyes were puffy and swollen, enclosed with a shot of red- probably from the lengthy sobbing. Stark and shocked, she looked right into his eyes, the pain in her heart still flowing like a river from her eyes.

Iyan was instantly drawn to her at first sight, like a moth to a flame. Her blonde locks were all over her teary face and dried tears laid stained on her pinkish hot cheeks.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, this time genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine thank you,” she said trying be as cold as possible, but in reality she was feeling so weak that she was barely able to speak out loud.

She spontaneously got up, not meeting his intense gaze as he watched her gather her wits and her open bag along with her scholarly materials lying all around her.

He stood still, watching her move weakly, her hands barely steady as she picked up everything. Fidgeting, she wore her bag at the back of her shoulder and turned to leave.

He noticed what she was wearing, a polka dot red dot dress that hung too well on her figure. He immediately wondered how a basic dress as that could look still make her stand out in the crowd of thousands, at least according to him.

Coming forward, he offered right when she was about to leave, “You can stay if you don’t feel okay, don’t worry, I’ll remain in my corner and you can be in yours.”

Without any reaction to him or his words, she hurriedly moved out of that classroom and descended the stairs.

He barely had any time to get a second glance of hers as he stepped out of the class and on the threshold of the abandoned floor.

It was hard to forget her face though, he wished he could see her again.

Over the next few days, he made sure to keep an eye open to all the classes that he followed, maybe he could come across that new student that way.