Into Yam

Chapter 2 - Touch It(e)

ACUMA MAAKE KANCUBE
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Playing around with Luyolo was so funny. He actually thought he drank my Cappy and I made him buy me a Cappy, knowing damn well that he was drinking his own Cappy juice. I just wrote my name on under it during the English period.

It was after school and the changing rooms were filled with people who were going to play after school sports.

I walk in the room and all eyes turn to me. Not gonna lie, being the new girl here sucks.

I dropped my sports bag on one of the free benches, further away from the girls who were gossiping about Luyolo and some Siya guy they couldn't wait to see him in a short, short and shirtless while playing rugby.

"Chommie kere THOSE BICEPS would look better when he chokes me while fucking me." They continued making me gag.

I neatly folded my uniform and put on the school's golf t-shirt and black tennis skirt with that had a short sewed into it underneath.

I put my uniform and school shoes in my sports bag, I apply SPF to my exposed skin then I put on my black Reebok tackies. I take 2 of my anxiety pills without water, the made me feel light and free.

I put my sports bag on my shoulder and I walk out of the gossip room. I put my black cap on and I spotted the only girl who mattered at this school wave at me.

Nompumelelo Bhelekazi, my childhood bestie. The girl who always had the boys listing for her virgin cookie. She hardly followed the rules, she had this "I create my own rules" term. No girl at school really wanted to befriend, her because the school reveolved around her also because they thought she dated older men just because they'd never seen her with a boy. She found them disgusting, except for her crush.

We both couldn't wait till we were reunited again. I mean sure we would spend our holidays together but going to the same school is something really special.
She was such a sweet person and she often got bullied into being pretty.

"Hurry up lethu!" she called out from the tennis courts. I drop my bag with the other bags, only taking out my pink tennis racket and my water bottle.

The tennis courts gave us a good view of the field, where the rugby boy were practicing.
Not that I was expecting to see a certain someone.

"Omggeee!! There he is chommie! " Mpumi says holding my arm so tight.

"Gurl, you need to stop with obsessing over that Siya gent. He's wanted by almost everyone girl here."

"Yeah but so is Luyolo. No wonder they're best friends."
She wasn't lying about that, Luyolo was really good looking, what shocked me about his was how he was never spotted with a girl in his arm at school or anywhere else for that matter.

"Alright ladies! Give me 8 laps around the court, then suicides for 10 and 100 lunges." the girls protested again Mr Prinsloo's orders.
Its only the first day and so much torture is being made. Why war? Why dish-dish.
She shrugs her shoulders and ties her braids in a high pony. And we walk out of the court and onto the field for 8 laps.

Mind you this field is like 100 feet wide.

"Come on girls, Let's go!" Our coach shouts from the court.
We ran on the edge of the field so we weren't interrupting the rugby boys.
Many of them made inappropriate comments, mostly the matrics.

"Mpumi," a voice shouts from the middle of the field. "Don't forget, you have to suck it tonight mabebeza!"

That's where they crossed the line.
"Bring the new girl with, you know I love three sums." they continue, making the girls running behind and in front of us, laughing trying to spite us or make us feel little.

I hate private schools.

I

look at Mpumi and she just carried on running, unbothered that they were ruining us. It's like she's used it.

I depart from Mpumi and go to the mob of rugby boys who were laughing and having a good time.

"Who said that? Ndi xalele ngoku !"
-tell me now

"Or else what?" a colored boy with curly hair says appearing in front of me, with white tight shorts on him and a huge chest.
It was him.

"Cuma! Lethu, stop!" I hear Mpumi's voice from a distance.

"Or else you'll regret it." I say in an intimidating tone.

"No Mammacita. You'll regret talking a matric like that." he moves closer to my body until he's body touches mine.
While looking up at his disgusting eyes of lust, he tries forcing himself onto me.
Just do it already! Ngoku Acuma

"You got some lekker tits there. Can I touch?" he says and the boys around us make comments and whistles.

I look around and even the girls from our team were surrounding us.

"I dare you." I say as anger rages more when I see him giving me a dirty look.

He slowly touches the button of my golf shirt. Unbuttoning it into you could see my cleavage.

"Trevor, go fuck a girl your size." Mpumi says.
The Trevor guy ignores Mpumi's comment.

"Touch it, touch it, touch it!!" the crowd cheered.

His hand reached into my golf tshirt.
Now.

I lift my knee up into his pennis really hard, he removes his hand out of my golf t-shirt. I hold one of his arms and I give him kick in his chest. He falls down the I get on top of his stomach and I punch him with one hand while the hand squeezed his dick like a stress ball.

They were weak punches but they sure made him bleed a little, mabye alot.

Just as I was about to bite his ear off, someone pull me off him.
"Acuma! U pambene?!" Luyolo says looking super upset.
- are you crazy

"Luyolo, di yeke! Let me finish this shit face!" I say trying to move past.

"Acuma just stop! You can't go around harassing people!"
It was my first time being shouted at like that, it made me realize the monster I was turning into.
I look around and iPhones were flashed at me. I felt my head spinning and my vision blurred. I'm disappointing my family— my mom. I'm sorry. Uxolo mama. Andazi ndi yenze ntoni. It was a mistake mama! Tata?

-Sorry mama. I don't know what I did. Dad

"Undi phoxile mntanam." the voice echoes in my head.

-You have disappointed me my child.

My mom hates me? Am I hallucinating?
I hear a loud, unbearable scream before I felt my body gave up out me.

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