Assistant Girlfriend episode 2

March 2011
I was in sophomore year in the university . I and my bunk mate from the hostel then, Kristen, were looking for a place to stay. We didn’t want just any place but an exclusive room in the lecturer’s quarter bq. Getting such a place was an onerous task indeed because it was one of the most sought after places for students due to maximum security, stable light and water. Most students didn’t mind paying outrageous prices to the lecturers to live in some of the dilapidated rooms. Rooms in the boys quarters were as old as the main houses. Most of them didn’t mind having to stay in a single room and share toilet facilities with their neighbours either. So the competition was usually stiff to get such rooms.
I met Jack on one of our expeditions to the staff quarters to search for a room. His father was a lecturer and he helped us secure a room in the bq through one of his neighbours. We were really grateful to him for chipping in a good word for us to his neighbour who eventually became our landlord. All he was to me then, was a fair handsome graduate who seemed off-limits because he looked too handsome to be single.


Being friends with him had been really easy. He was funny and jovial, the life of the party. He had a spring to his step, a twinkle in his eyes and a joke up his sleeves that couldn’t help but induce smiles from your face. He was that charming.

He was the first son of his parents and second to last child but he acted like he was the last. He had been spoilt rotten by his mom because he had such a carefree attitude. His winsome looks made him almost untouchable as his pouts could melt the strongest of hearts. It was no wonder he got away with a lot of things including my heart.
We had started out as ‘hi-bye’ friends until he managed to charm me enough to let down my guard with him. Due to past failed relationships, I had vowed not to let any man in and definitely not sleep with him unless he was my husband and was bent on my resolve.
But what i felt for Jack was way too strong for that, mainly because it was the first time i was feeling that way. I wanted to always be in his company and would even be the one to initiate our heavy petting sessions. I was never sure about his feelings though I never dared to ask, because I was afraid of the answers.
I noticed that before we started dating, he used to be all over me. He would walk me to my room, call me, text me, etc. We spent a lot of time in each other’s company, talked about our different households and the disparities of growing up in different cities. We seemed so preoccupied with each other, the world ceased to exist to us for a while.

But after a while, i noticed my baby was changing.
His calls were shorter, and his texts were only when necessary. Even our chats were beginning to dwindle as we didn’t have much to talk about. I noticed i was beginning to be the one to hold up our conversations. If I didn’t call, he wouldn’t call or send me his sweet goodnight messages. I gave him lots of missed calls with no replies and no questions asked.