Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Who did I think was, the girl who's never been approached having a chance with a guy like him. I actually thought we shared a moment, I thought we had a connection but turns out I was wrong.

Immediately when I got in res, I got ready to sleep and just sleep in my misery. As I took my clothes off, I caught a glimpse of myself on the mirror. I'm not petite. I brushed my tummy, a little fat on my stomach, maybe that's why. I'm a little fat, which is another reason why I never really wear shorts. Wearing shot stuff usually led to men just staring at my body, objectifying me basically. For some reason, when you've got some meat. People tend to over sexualise you, so I just dress decently. But she was wearing something short. That's what he likes her ...maybe.

Goshhh...why am I so fixated in him I should be worried about my books. About becoming a lawyer.

I threw myself on the bed thinking about how soft his lips felt on forehead. How he said I'm the one for him.

The comfort of my blankets got into me, I was slowly zoning out when I heard a knock. Who could that be???

I stood up to open. It's Sips,

"Hey" I greeted.

"You left me." She said as she let herself in.

"I couldn't...you know...you know what happened."

"Friend..." She made me look at her. "Never, I mean never show a man that he's your weakness. You should show him you can do without him..."

"Right." I sighed.

"Do you think I'm fat?" I stared myself at the mirror.

"Nooo...fat? You? " She looked at the mirror with me. "You are a cutie potatie."

I smiled. She always had a way to make me smile. Me and Sips go a long way, we've been friends since high school but she lived in the burbs and Ive always been a Kasi girl. A quiet Kasi girl. For some reason I've always wondered how it is like to BE a Kasi girl. THE Kasi girl.

My skin prickled, I opened the door just a crack, the security chain still engaged.

Zuko stood in the hallway. I closed the door real quick.

"Omphile," he breathed, his voice a low."Open the door. Please."

"Go away, Zuko," I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to be stone. "Go back to Amanda. I'm sure she's missed you since Saturday."

"It's not what you think." He said, I then opened the door.

"What was it then?"

"Business, Omphile. Purely business. Her father handles the logistics for the spinning events in the city. I have to be in her circle if I want to keep my car on that track. She's nothing to worry about."

"Business?" I let out a sharp, bitter laugh that felt like a sob. "Is that what you call it when you drape your arm around someone and look at them like they're the only person in the room? Is that 'logistics'?"

"I was looking for *you*," Lies. I wasn't even there . "I went to that party hoping you'd show up. When I saw you at the door, I felt like I'd been caught doing something I didn't even know was a crime. She means nothing to me. You have to believe that."

"I don't have to do anything," I whispered, my heart throbbing so hard it felt like it was bruising my ribs. "You told me to stay a good girl. You told me not to hang around the wrong people. I'm finally taking your advice. I won't be hanging around you."

I closed the door. I heard him call my name once, twice, and then the heavy sound of his footsteps retreating down the hall.

Five days passed.

My phone was a constant source of agony. It buzzed on my desk, on my pillow, in my pocket. *Missed Call: Zuko (14). New Message: Zuko.

I didn't open them. I couldn't. Every time I saw his name, I felt that forehead kiss all over again, the warmth, the way he had looked at me like I waw his peace.

I sat in the library with Sibongile, a pile of Accounting books between us. I had told her about what had happened.

"You're doing the right thing, Ompie," She said.

" If you let him in, he'll just erode everything you're worth. Men like Zuko... they don't know how to love without leaving a trail of wreckage."

"I know," I said, staring blankly at a balance sheet. "Honestly he's ...he's dangerous."

"He doesn't seem..."

"Trust me I know but ...yeah....but he is."

I don't know why that leave of information made it more thrilling, my heart was a traitor.

As soon as she looked away, I closed my eyes and I was back in the white Golf Citi. I could hear him talking about his mother in the mental hospital, his voice breaking in a way. I remembered him saying, 'There's something about you. I know you're someone for me.' Was I?

How could I have known him for less than a week but feel like I had known him for lifetime?

How could a stranger's absence feel like a limb had been torn off?

I told myself to forget him.

But as I sat there in the silence of the library, I realized the most frightening thing of all: I didn't care about the destination anymore. I just wanted to be back in the passenger seat, feeling the world blur at high speeds, as long as he was the one holding the wheel.

"I have to forget him," I whispered to the empty air, even as my thumb hovered over his name in my contact list. "I have to."