Love on the brain

Girls need love too

Moagi exhaled smoke from her blunt, a sly grin spreading. "You're finally over him, Nala." I don't even smoke but here I am trying to get high. If I don't get high from this weed I'll be sitting in bed crying over a boy that hates me.

I just finished Matric 2 weeks ago and I've been bed rotting ever since. My best friend Moagi, Mo, is dragging me out of bed to go to her birthday dinner. I know, she shouldn't be dragging me out the house, I'm her best friend and I'm supposed to support her every step of the way but it's different now. I haven't spoken to Kabelo in ages and it's killing me.

"Please call Tshepang and find out if everything is fine from her side. She was supposed to come over but clearly she has other plans" Mo coughs out. I exhale dramatically as I get up and get my shoes from my bag. "I'll be waiting downstairs, if you need me, shout. Love you!" I blow a kiss as I grab my phone and shows.

I walked down the spiral staircases and the sound of loud music, specifically Amapiano, blasted through my ears. I have no problems with the genre itself, it's just too loud for me. Oh gosh, I sound like an old white Afrikaans teacher who'd call Tshepo 'Chepo' and tell you "Julle maak ń raas, this is not a shebeen by your house". I'm gonna miss being in school but I'll never miss high school... EVER.

Kabelo... actually no, I'm going to try to forget about him just the way he forgot about me. I closed Instagram as I found myself scrolling through his pictures. "Brat" I read at the top of my notification bar. A rapid heartbeat followed as I felt my tummy turn, he texted me. I need to move on and just as I was fully determined to move on he texts me.

"I hope you're not making any bad decisions with that smile on your face" Mo said as she came downstairs. My smile instantly disappeared and I put my phone in my bag before walking outside. I watched my best friend walk out the door and she looks gorgeous. Her mom followed as she took pictures of her from behind. After the Durban trip I had with my family, my storage is full and I can't take pictures with my phone but I trusted her mom with those pictures.

"Okay ladies let's go!"
We hopped into the blue Ford Ranger and Mo sat in front with her mother. They look alike, her mother is 49 years old but she looks 30, I'm not even exaggerating. She works out almost everyday of the week and she eats healthy, you can't go wrong with that lifestyle I guess.

We arrived at Baobab in Menlyn and all her friends were there, surprised to see her beautiful outfit. I was the only friend from her childhood, the rest were from her high school. There were 25 guests and I only knew her cousins, I felt overwhelmed by the amount of people there. The waitress came to take our orders and the first thing I wanted was a strawberry daiquiri but my best friend's mom was seated with her friends right across from us which meant I couldn't.

I made conversation with her cousins while she spent most of her time entertaining her school friends, so her cousins and I decided to take pictures. The gaze, the stares and the compliments all made me feel shy, taking pictures in front of so many people is overwhelming and at times awkward. "How should I pose" I kept asking and everyone kept saying I'm a natural.

There I was, twirling and pouting in my red body-con dress and my Steve Madden heels, draped in Lovisa jewellery. Something about being the mini centre of attention made me feel special, I felt like, what is it that you guys see in me that I don't see.

I strolled to the table, making sure I don't miss a step or trip or tumble over, I make my way to the dinning area and sat down slowly while making sure my tight dress doesn't flash anybody. As soon as I settled in, that's when I saw him. The owner of those captivating brown eyes. Our eye's connected and it felt like in the movies when two characters, destined for love, lock eyes. It felt like time had stopped, everyone in the room were invisible to us and all we could feel was the connection between us.

I looked down at his plump lips and a well groomed beard, he had a strong jawline and face. For a moment, I forgot how breathing works, it felt like my lungs stopped pumping and my heartbeat quickened, he's so handsome. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but to smile back, can he notice that I'm deeply attracted to him?

His waves were done well and a tight, but not too tight, black shirt that was partially buttoned? Somebody take this man away from me before I find myself gushing over him even more than I am right now. I looked at his veiny arms and how strong they look as they picked up a glass of white wine and he drank. He drank it without losing eye contact.

Once he stood up I had to break eye contact and pretend I'm on my phone. I swiped left and right, acting like there's something more interesting to look at.

"Hi, I'm Jabari"

His deep, masculine voice whispered into my ear and sent different messages to every bit of my body. I smiled, finding my voice. "I'm Nala, Naledi". He took my hand and gently kissed it, what a gentleman, I thought as I blushed and struggled to make eye contact.

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