Ugly Duckling: No One Wants Me [Completed]

Chapter 8

For the past three months Njabulo and I have been spending our free time together. He took me out a lot, and people would stare and make nasty comments. This one time Njabulo punched this guy who said I don’t have the looks but I have the body and he spanked me.

It’s Friday, tomorrow Bobo and Mel are getting married. Yes they are finally getting married but after so much drama. Bobo punched Mel’s brother when he tried to hook him up with some floozy. Never seen Bobo so mad he was shaking with rage. They are getting married tomorrow and their families are not coming. I’m Bobo’s bridesmaid and no he won’t be wearing a dress. Njabulo will be Mel’s best man. He actually doesn’t like gays but he agreed and he’s trying for my sake. We are busy running around trying to prepare things on time, so that Bobo and Mel can have their dream wedding. Since their parents and siblings won’t be coming it won’t be a very big wedding. We’ll sleep at the venue on the floor because Bobo is worried that we might get late.

Okay we are done, it’s 11pm and they are getting married at 10am at least we won’t be cooking. I wish I was the one getting married. Hey I always forget to ask Njabulo how he knows Mcebo so I turn to him. “Njabulo, I always forget to ask you. How do you know Mcebo?” I ask him.

“Oh shit you can’t be asking about that asshole” Bobo complains.

“No it’s okay. That asshole is my cousin” Njabulo replies. We have nothing else to say so we go over the to do list one more time, before we go to sleep. I have to share my blankets with Njabulo, it is so uncomfortable. I’ve never shared a blanket with a guy except for my dad about 15 years ago, when he thought I’ll be married by now. I eventually fall asleep. When I open my eyes I see the most handsome face in the world even Trey Songz is not this handsome. He looks peaceful,

I’m staring at him grinning like a idiot thinking I wouldn’t mind waking up to see this face every day for the rest of my life. I kiss his forehead he stirs and rumbles some rubbish.

“Ncooo” that’s Bobo I thought they were still sleeping.

“I thought you guys were sleeping” I reply shyly.

“No we woke an hour ago, we have been watching you ogling and kissing him” Mel replies pointing at Njabulo.

“This is really embarrassing” I say using one of the blankets to hide my face.

“No need to be shy, I’m glad you’re happy” he tells me and they walk out. I check the time it’s

6am. I have 4 hours so I go back to sleep.

“Vuka (wake up)” someone is shaking me. I open my eyes it’s Njabulo, hmm I’d love to wake up like this. “Thanks, what’s the time?” I ask him.

“It’s 8:30” he replies folding the blankets I stand up and help him. After that we take a shower, not together though. I’d never seen a naked guy, I’d definitely faint. After showering I wear a long blue dress, tie my hair into a bun. I help Bobo with the check list we go over it 5 times before he is satisfied, before we know it it’s 10am and he walks down the alter. They look so beautiful, they say their vows I don’t even hear a thing because I am busy staring Njabulo. I think we’re dating because just next week I’m meeting his siblings and I am nervous. Even though I go out a lot and Njabulo, Bobo and Mel always tell me that I am beautiful I don’t believe them. I’ve known them for almost 5 months and I have been told that I am ugly all my life so I still find it hard to believe.

“This is my wedding you know, I’d really appreciate it if you focused on me you know” Bobo whispers in my ear smiling.

We head to the reception. Everything is beautiful the theme is silver and pink Bobo and Mel’s favourite colours. Obvious Bobo likes pink. We spend an hour on the reception then they head out to their honey moon. Njabulo and I pack our things, I drop him off since he lives 30 minutes away from the venue, the same venue I hired for my wedding. Njabulo lives in a 2 room shack.

I’ve never been to his place, he never suggested us to. In fact we always met in public. We walk in, he’s a neat freak, at least I won’t have to clean after him in the future, and I’m also a neat freak. His place is very tidy and small. There’s a table and 4 chairs at the centre of the kitchen, a fridge, cupboard with a 2 plate stove and a kettle on top, and a shelf with lots of books, there’s no TV. There’s a 2 sitter couch, a wardrobe, chest of drawers, a neatly made bed and a plastic tub hanging from a nail.

“Feel at home, do you need something to drink” he asks me.

“You’re neat freak yoh. Yes please can I have coffee” I reply.

“Yoh my mom used to beat the shit out of us if we didn’t clean after ourselves” he replies.

“We did everything around the house, we cooked, cleaned and did our own laundry. I always loved cooking so I’d cook for my sisters since they hated cooking so much and they would do my laundry” he tells me.

“Hmm and you are a good cook, your mom must be proud” I reply. We chat for hours and soon it’s time to leave, I hate leaving him. He walks me out to the car and I drive off with a sad smile. At least we’ll talk on the phone. We can spend the whole day together but we still talk on the phone for hours sometimes until one of us falls asleep. I never want him to hang up when he’s feeling sleepy and I sometimes cry if he falls asleep while talking to me. I have fallen for this guy so hard I don’t it’s normal or healthy. I get home and go straight to bed.