Nono Griffin; Episode 4

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 Nono Griffin 😎

The Spinoff 🤭

( _From the maker of ✨Twelve Days to Valentine✨)_

EPISODE 4

There's an old beef between History and Mass Communication. No one knows exactly how it started, but here's what everyone says; "Mass Communication is a department of arrogant snobs that can't speak English."

Okay. 🙄 That's History's point of view. As for Mass Communication, "History is an underpopulated department of jealous snobs."

Why the departments don't correlate has no reasonable reason. Sadly, the enmity continues and manifests every faculty election or interfaculty activity. What's worse is that the first years carry on this culture of hate. Or do they?

Nono walked into Room 216 with her sunshades on. She was dressed in her usual attire of black and purple. She scanned the class. It was scarcely occupied (unlike her classroom which was usually over brimming with students). She observed some faces and noticed a boy talking happily with a group of History students.

He was tall, fair and well built. His carriage and gait smelt of confidence and charisma. He was neatly dressed in black trousers and a stripped button-up. The lines on his attire screamed, "I'm neat."

"Hello," Nono said and smiled at him.

He turned, looked at her and folded his arms. "So, this is the famous Miss Griffin, daughter of very prominent and influential Dr Griffin of Engineering," he replied.

Nono smiled at his compliment to her father. Then she squeezed her face. "Wait. How do you know I'm..." she began. Then she thought, that voice.

"It's no secret to another class rep like yourself," he replied.

"Caleb," said Nono with an ironic smile.

"You didn't know?" he asked and looked at his friends who laughed obnoxiously.

"No. I knew. I'm just surprised you're uglier in person but first impressions are never forgotten," said Nono.

"Ugly?" Caleb asked as he looked at his cuffs.

"No, don't bother. You won't see it. Even a mirror would be terrified, I'm surprised my glasses are still intact," Nono said with a crooked smile.

"Savage," someone beside them said. He was a mass com student. Caleb's friends frowned and Caleb stared at Nono as she turned sharply and went to take a seat beside Redeemed.

"What was that about?" Redeemed asked.

"I had a meeting with a troll," said Nono.

"A handsome troll," Redeemed said.

Nono looked at her and asked, "Which department are you in?"

"How does that change the fact that he is handsome?" Redeemed asked with a dreamy smile.

Nono opened her mouth to speak when Caleb walked up to them and said, "Sorry but this seat is taken."

"By who?" Nono asked.

"Me," he said.

Nono reacted by standing up immediately as though the seat were contaminated. "Come on, Redeemed," she said.

"Okay."

"Redeemed, you can sit. That seat is not taken," he said with a charming smile.

"Okay," said Redeemed returning the infectious smile.

Nono's mouth opened in surprise. "Redeemed," she called.

"You can sit over there. I asked my course mates to keep that seat specially for you," Caleb said and prevented Redeemed from speaking.

Nono looked at the seat. It was right opposite Caleb's and had no table. The chair itself looked weak.

"I'd rather stand," she muttered and walked away.

Twelve minutes later, she was seated on the chair and listening to the History lecturer. She frowned until a question from the lecturer lit her face. It was on her favourite topic; Shaka Zulu. She raised her hand and he pointed at her.

"Sir, Shaka was a military genius. Despite the brutality of his tactics, he was very influential in the rise of the Zulu clan," she said.

When the lecturer asked for a different opinion, Caleb said, "What we see as Zulu kingdom is really just a conglomeration of other clans that Shaka subdued. Also in his quest for power, many lives were lost."

"Well, let's not forget that it was Shaka who defeated Zwide and his tyrannous army," Nono countered. The lecturer gazed at her with admiration and some mass com students cheered. The class was finally becoming interesting, not because of Shaka but that History and Mass Communication class reps were debating.

"He did at the cost of Dingiswayo's life," Caleb replied with a cool shrug. His course mates gave him a loud cheer and Mass Communication booed.

"That's enough," the lecturer said, interrupting Nono from delivering a hot counter. Nono frowned, it's obvious he was supporting his team.

"That's enough. Back to our lesson. Thank you both for your contributions. Sit down," he said.

They did. Then they looked at each other, Caleb with a mocking smile and Nono with a mean gaze.

"I don't like you," mused Nono.

"The feeling is mutual," Caleb thought.

To be continued.