ACUMA MAAKE KANCUBE
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The bell rings and it's FINALLY the period before break. I had missed 12 lessons already and I needed to recover from that.
I honestly missed being at school, just the environment and learning new things. It was the space where I escaped from my anxiety and depression.
I put my pencil case in my bag as well as the books from the previous lesson.
I take my phone out and I check the time, it was 10:46, the period starts at 11 and break was at 12 o'clock.
I just had to hang in there. I follow my classmates to the next class which is Tech. But I had to get my water bottle from my locker.
I was feeling a super dehydrated, the doctor I went to on Monday said I collapsed because I was dehydrated.
The sound of school children chatting and laughing as we moved around classes echoes around the school.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me that your dad is Sello Maake KANCUBE. " Luyolo says walking next to me, and he takes his headsets off.
Why was he talking to me. I thought he disliked me, which is why I have been trying to avoid him for the whole day.
You guys are literally in the same clas.
Which is why it failed horribly.
I look up at his face and he's still waiting for my answer.
"It's not a big deal. He's just a normal person like everyone else." I say chewing on my mint gum softly.
As we walked to class together, everyone we walked past either gave him a fist bump, a head nod or greeted him like he was royalty.
The girls that had crushes him, gave me snaaks looks, some touched his arms and tried to seduce him with their eyes, clearly trying to make me jealous.
It did, a little. Knowing that he wasn't all mine, he had probably belonged to some Instagram influencer that was home schooled.
Luyolo would tell them to F off but it seemed to encouraged them more.
My eyes trail off to his bandaged hands.
"What happened?" I take his hand into mine, investing his hands.
I look up at him and he locks his eyes with mine as we stop walking.
He's eyes trail to my hair and he removes his hand quickly.
"Intresting hair style." he says pointing to my slick back.
A small smile appears on my face.
"I'm serious, what happened."
We continue walking to class.
He side eyes me and pokes his tongue through the side of his cheek.
"You really wanna know?" he raises a brow. I nod and my eyes brighten up. He looks around then pulls me into a storeroom near the toilets.
"I hurt myself."
"Doing what?" I question and he looks slightly uncomfortable.
"Punching the mirror multiple times." he says.
We stay silent in the storeroom, still confused in why he would do such a stupid thing.
"Did you do it intentionally?"
His face already gave me an answer to my question. I open my mouth to take a light breath, since my breath wasn't doing well in this cramped area.
"Yes, I— I thought you were going to die because of me."
My eyes start to tear. He harmed himself because of me? Do I mean the world to him? I only met him like 4 days ago and we had so much chemistry.
I get flashbacks of when I used to harm myself because I thought my mom left because of me and how shitty I was being treated at my previous school.
I feel a warm thumb on my face wiping a tear off my face.
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