KGOMOTSO: HIS FIRST

Chapter 6

KGOMOTSO

It's Monday. A beautiful late afternoon. A time to just relax and unwind with my friends.

Today had just been a hectic one, especially now that Ms Singh hates me, but I don't care, she was still wrong in the first place and I will not apologise.

Yonela went to get us some juice from the cafeteria. They had Jabba juices so I thought why not have some?

Yonela: "Kgomotso." Well someone looks irritated. "Your boyfriend won't stop irritating me about you. Please just go talk to him."

Why would Simphiwe want to disturb me the one time I can actually be at ease and have fun with my friends? It's just the start of the 4th week of school and I couldn't wait for the 11th week to end so I can go back home and forget about Simphiwe's entire existance. If he can be ashamed of me and pretend not to me, what's stopping me from doing the same?

Yes, I still like this boy. I really do, but he's making this so hard. I still want to get to know him because I feel there's so much more to him than what I see everyday, but he's making it so hard.

Everyday I have to look like a clown, hoping for Simphiwe to just wave at me whenever he sees me pass by.

I go downstairs to the corridors where Simphiwe seemed to be patiently waiting for me. His hands were in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. He had on a black beanie and a white oversized T-shirt. He looks quite happy to see me. I won't lie, he has a nice smile, but I have to keep that to myself.

Simphiwe: "Kgomotso." He sounds oddly enthusiastic.

Kgomotso: "Hi, Simphiwe." He sighs.

Simphiwe: "Come with me please."

Kgomotso: "For what? For you to pretend to not know me the next day? I'm still angry about what you said on Friday, Simphiwe."

He says nothing and offers me his hand.

Simphiwe: "I promise, it will be worthwhile."

I held his hand. His hands! They're very soft! We walk all the way to his sacred room.

Kgomotso: "This place should have a name." I mumbled.

Simphiwe: "You think so?"

He heard me?

I say nothing and we enter the room. He pushes out the chair from the table for me to sit on and then proceeds to sit on the table. We took a long stare. At first I looked at him but the more I stared him, the more I got attracted to him and I couldn't help but smile.

Simphiwe: "What's funny?" I couldn't help but laugh at this point in time.

Kgomotso: "What is wrong with you, man?"

He laughs too.

Simphiwe: "What?"

I knew I couldn't stay angry at him now.

Kgomotso: "Why are we doing this?"

Simphiwe: "This is what I wanted to see."

Kgomotso: "What?"

Simphiwe: "You being happy. I didn't like what happened between us on Friday. I didn't want to see you that way. I still want to see you happy. And I'm so sorry about what I said. It was wrong and I admit. I wasn't supposed to make you feel like I'm ashamed of you, but right now I need you to trust me." He held my hand. "I'm sorry Kgomotso. Will you forgive me?"

I sighed heavily.

Kgomosto: "If I forgive you, will you promise to explain to me why you're avoiding me?"