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Chapter Seven.

Chapter Seven.

"Impossible is a word to be found in the dictionary of fools." × Napoleon Bonaparte.

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"2!" Siya says holding up two fingers.
"Ma'am can't we just go once?" Another one says.
"Do you want me to make it three times? Come on now." I say and they start rushing away tackling the warm up activity I just gave them.

Well how hypocritical I wouldn't be able to jog even once around this field like these kids are but here I was grinning at my hard work. I should be the one running off the 10 mains and 6 delicious desserts I allowed myself yesterday. The Crème brulé has me shaking in my size 40 jeans. They're definitely resting on my hips and belly now...or maybe my second chin...or my arms?

Point is, they were somewhere in my body right now, figuring ways to make me feel even more unflattering.

But that doesn't dismiss the fun I had yesterday. Yes, that's what I had...and I wasn't going to deny myself that luxury especially when I had no regrets. He was an absolute sweety the whole time we were at that place.

"Siya! Jog boy!" I yell out, seeing him and his tiny gang walking on the field.
"You are making the one and only Siyabonga Xaba and his friends run? Who are you and what do you have against the boy?" A voice startles me.

Oh.

"Michael...I mean Mr Jones."
"Michael sounded better." He sits down next to me on the bench, very closely too at that.
"Why are you here?" I ask.
"I always come here on my free periods Zanokuhle...you don't mind me calling you by your name right?"

I slowly shake my head.

We have an iffy past. He likes me, I don't. We have been avoiding each other since I rejected him the third time he asked me to be his girlfriend. Only Siba and Nyiso know about this and probably that old hag Radebe, but other than those three, it's tight. Actually knowing Radebe as the leader of the gossipers, she might have told all of them what a terrible person I was for rejecting such a nice young man.

I myself wouldn't lie and paint him as this ugly guy when he was in fact the opposite. He's colored, tall and quite easy on the eye. Even if I rejected him because I was already with Zweli. But given I was single, I would most probably have given him a chance.

"Nope, we're cool." I say focusing back on the young adults on the field. The athletic ones were already on their second lap.
"I'm glad, I thought you hated me."
"Why would I hate you?"
"Well, I laid my feelings out even after I got the feeling you would say no again. I mean, you're a sexy, voluptuous young woman...I don't know what I was thinking asking so much from you." He says, opening the can of Coke in his hold. "Sip?"

I shake my head.

"You're making me feel guilty." I say looking down at my knotted fingers.
"No don't, please." Him. I look up. "Besides, you know what they say, never date your crush."
"Because it ends up terribly?"
"Yep. And I doubt I'd be able to continue my life knowing that we ended up hating each other for stupid things that probably would've happened in our relationship."

Relationship huh...

Did he really have to say I'm voluptuous?

I nod, focussing back on the field as some of my learners finished their second laps.

"You guys can sit on the grass. Relax." I say.
"Thank you ma'am." This one boy is still stretching. Talk about determination.

When they all return, I allow them to have a moment of relaxation on the grass. Some were mad tired, the others not so much. After about five minutes I get up from the bench to give them their task.