My Favourite Muse

by Atabo Mohammed

CHAPTER ELEVEN

  I was tempted to speak to Phil. It was a time I needed a plan; a quick workable plan that would set my ball rolling, I couldn’t deny the fact that Phil was the guy that can make that happen. But I dropped the idea when our eyes met in class. I looked at him with an indifferent face; he looked back with a cold one that assured me our beef was still on; so I took him out of the picture.

  I turned to Henry "Hey mate, I'd like us to talk after class, you won't mind would you?"

  "If it has something to do with the match next week, yes I would mind. I like scoring you."

  "No, it's not about the match, it's about something bigger."

  "Bigger; like Pam Graham?"

  "Yep."

  "Yeah, that's big. Count me in."

  "Great."

  I think Phil overheard our conversation, I heard him chuckle. I looked at him and he looked back; I was tempted to ask what the hell he was chuckling at when the teacher came in. I was surprised at how anger brimmed within three second in me over that little chuckle from him but I restrained myself not to react.