Betrayed

Chapter 18

It's October, and my birthday is just around the corner - tomorrow, October 16th, to be exact, but why wait? I'm starting the celebrations today, Friday, and extending them through Saturday and Sunday. It's going to be a weekend-long birthday celebration.

The countdown begins, and I can barely contain my enthusiasm. My mind is racing with thoughts of the fun times ahead, the laughter, the memories to be made, and the unforgettable experiences that will make this birthday one for the books.

Initially, I was tempted to invite everyone from school and all the lovely ladies from my social media DMs, but Vusi convinced me to keep the guest list a bit more intimate.

I guess that's a good thing, but still, I'm determined to make the most of this special weekend and have an unforgettable time with the people I care about most.

As I prepare for the big day, I can feel the energy building up. I'm planning an epic celebration, complete with great music, a shit load of alcohol, and amazing company. It's going to be a weekend to remember, and I'm thrilled to share it with my loved ones.

It's still going to be a lively gathering, despite scaling back the guest list. I'm inviting people I know and who know me, and, of course, plenty of cool girls will be in attendance. If you're chill and respectful, we can vibe.

Just to clarify, I didn't invite Asanda; as much as I'd love to have her there, her presence could lead to drama if she sees me with other girls. And that drama might raise questions from Vusi, which we definitely want to avoid.

I've told my friends they're welcome to bring their friends, partners, siblings - anyone they want - so I'm hoping Vusi doesn't mention it to Asanda or bring her along. Knowing her, she might just show up anyway, so fingers crossed that doesn't happen!

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I arrive home from school and head straight to the shower to wash away the day's stress.

After a refreshing rinse, I moisturize my skin and slip into my comfortable Ethika underwear and sports bra. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I venture into my closet to pick out an outfit.

I select a crisp white shirt and pair it with my grey ripped jeans, draping the shirt over my shoulders while I lace up my white and black Air Force 1 high-tops.

Returning to my room, I iron my shirt to perfection, lost in thought until suddenly, my tranquility is disrupted. "So you really weren't planning on telling me?" Asanda bursts into my room, her tone accusatory. I spin around, annoyance etched on my face. "What the fuck?" I ask, my patience wearing thin.

Asanda stands by the door, her expression defiant. "Weren't you planning on—" I cut her off, my voice firm. "What the fuck," I repeat, slower this time, my emphasis on each word. Asanda's attitude is palpable as she shoots back, "What?" her tone daring me to respond.

"You barge into my room, shouting at that. What the hell is your problem?" I say slowly, my annoyance evident.

Asanda fires back, "I wouldn't have to if you weren't such a liar." Her words are laced with accusation, and I feel my temper rising.

I try to respond, but she cuts me off. I raise my eyebrows, taken aback by her audacity. I try again, "Asanda, fuck out of my room." My tone is firm, my face serious.

But she refuses to leave, closing the door behind her and making herself at home on my bed. I close my eyes, shaking my head in disbelief.

I'm not in the mood for her shit today. If I come across as an asshole, so be it, it takes one to know one anyways. "Asanda, I'm not playing with you. Get out of my room before you piss me off," I warn her through gritted teeth.