Ellipses

Chapter3

I close my eyes. He kisses me on my eyelids. I had moles  growing up , I went through surgery and now I have marks. They're beautiful though,I can't imagine my face without them. He plants kisses on all of the mole spots and slowly moves to my mouth. But..he stops. I open my eyes and look at him. He's smiling. Shucks! He has the most perfect smile. I slowly rise and kiss his pink lips with my right thumb gently caressing his unflawed face. Dang it!can he be more perfect!
He reciprocates the kiss,with burning desire. I feel him,smiling- he always smiles between kisses. We kiss until we run out of breath. Until all the blood in our lips moves to the other areas of the body. This is not kissing anymore,it's definitely making out. I don't care if there are people in the park watching us, this is our moment and I'll live in it for as long as I can. He stops for a millisecond,steadies me and kisses me slower. Like he's always wanted to kiss me. Like his life depends on it,like it's his last and there's nowhere else he'd rather be. I know there's nowhere else I'd rather be.
And then..wait what's that sound??!
Urg! It's the alarm clock. It's the same dream everyday. Except, there's no chance of it actually happening

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School is draining as usual. Atleast it's Friday. I have to keep going, tomorrow I'll rest-well sort of. We're in the 'market', that's where we buy our food during lunch. There are people everywhere selling not so different food items. We've learnt to choose through the difference in price and quantity because really, they all sell the same products. "I feel like cookies today"that's Mpho, one of my best friends. "Buy one for me too" I say and hand her a R5 coin. We stand in our usual corner under the sun debating about meaningless stuff . I swear lunch for us is more for taking than eating. "So..what would you do if Thato asked you to the matric ball? " I look around before attempting to answer. I thought we agreed on calling him the dude!! Mpho is an overly bubbly soul but she can be mean at times, especially toward me. I don't know what that is about,but I love her,she's my best buddy. "I dunno. Oh wait I do know. He won't . He doesn't even like me" I say and walk to the tap. I'm trying to stir some drama so someone will convince me he likes me. It's sick I know but I can't stop doing it, not until he says it himself. They give me eye rolls. Okay WTheck?? "I said if, not when" Mpho shoots back, snatching the water bottle from my hands. "I don't know. I guess I haven't thought that far because I know he's not thinking of it " I say in a quiet voice. Why am I almost believing this?
"Well start thinking of it" Lebo says, clearly trying to sweeten the mood again. I give her an acknowledging smile and walk back to class.

The rest of the day is dull. The only exciting thing is looking to the front and seeing Thato starring at me. We always steal glances. I must say , having a crush on someone in the same class as you is not as weird and they make it out to be. Mostly because I know we're never going to date plus he sits on the front seat of the first row while my teacher placed me at the back seat of the last row. Apparently we're incapable of causing distraction. I should thank her though, now I've scored the best seat to watch the most perfect boy in my class. The only excruciating thing about sharing a class with him  is when our marks are called out. Yes, our teachers do that! He always glances my way when my marks are called out and I do the same when his are called, we exchange smiles. I think he's aware of my presence. That doesn't mean anything though. He sees me, of course he does. He's my classmate.
"Stop staring" Lebo says and nudges me playfully.
He looks my way. I look away. If I wasn't dripping melanin,my cheeks would be giving me away. I wonder if one day I'll get to tell him about my  reoccurring dream. My brain- it left the room!

Afterschool!! Another weekend of not seeing the perfect dude...

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I DO NOT LIKE asking people for help! Which is why I don't get why my mom wakes up and willingly decides to clean HER house and when she's halfway through and realises that it was probably a mistake,she wakes me too and makes it seem as though I'm supposed to be cleaning with her. "What took you so long? Take that chair and move it to that side so you can clean that whole area"
"But ma, it's only six am and I only slept two hours ago studying for the coming exam" I say and move the chair. She gives me that look. You know that one only black, African,church going Sunday 'koos' making moms can pull? The one that says " I used to walk six miles to and from school everyday and I still did my house chores without any hassle,and yet here I am - nothing's broken". Yes, that one! It's enough to shut me up and keep me working for the next three hours.
I did say my weekends were not for resting..