27/03/2024
Rejection
CHAPTER 1
The sky is bright orange, the dawn of a new day. Smiles and laughter fill the front yard of Gifted Secondary School as learners talk excitedly about their career exhibition trip. Itumeleng, flying under the radar as usual, moves around to find a peaceful spot.
Before he can play the new album by Travis Scott, someone approaches him.
“If I didn’t know you, I would say you’re bypassing social contact,” says Stacy, a school-mate beauty.
Itumeleng removes the left side of his headset and replies, “I thrive in my own space, that’s all.”
Stacy looks at him and smiles. “So, am I worthy to step inside your bubble?”
Itumeleng chuckles, “How can I resist an intelligent being? Speaking of which, what’s on your mind?”
Stacy sits next to him and looks at the beautiful sunrise. “I came to find out how you’re doing before we go in.”
Itumeleng locks his phone, “I’m doing pretty well, thanks. It’s Friday, what else can I say?”
“Well, you can ask how I am doing,” Stacy giggles.
He scratches his head, “My bad, how are you, ma’am?”
She looks at him awkwardly, “You know I’m not a teacher, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, but you’re a lady, right?” Itumeleng smiles as he gazes into the distant horizon.
Stacy looks at him in wonderment, “I’m good, thanks.” She stands up. “See you on the other side then,” she says, and vanishes into the crowd.
From a distance, a convoy of two Mercedes-Benz buses declares their arrival. Learners fall in line to mark the register.
“Good morning, Handsome.”
A sweet voice comes from behind Itumeleng. When he turns, he sees two ponytails, styled baby hairs, brushed eyebrows, brown eyes, clear caramel skin, glossy lips, a white matric jacket with olive-green stitching, an olive-green mini-skirt, bright fresh thighs, white socks, and polished toughies.
“Good morning, Cindy,” Itumeleng greets with a warm smile.
“I’ve got a surprise for you today,” Cindy blooms.
Itumeleng turns around, “I hope it’s nothing crazy this time.”
“I make no promises, but I bet you’ll like it,” Cindy giggles.
Itumeleng looks at her with doubtful eyes, “Uhmm.”
“So, no compliment nyana?” Cindy asks.
“My apologies; it’s just that you look amazing every single day. So I thought you already knew that by now,” answers Itumeleng.
“Of course I do.” Cindy then sips Ice Tropez from her 2l Tupperware bottle before passing it to her friends behind her.
Everyone settles in and the buses point their headlights towards Johannesburg.
“Finally, some music.” Itumeleng put son his JBLs.
Soon, they arrive at the Sandton Convention Centre, where the exhibition is being hosted. A collection of 14 buses from seven different schools has arrived. Excitement fills the air, and so does the flexing. Moments later, the learners are welcomed, and the exhibition commences.
During lunchtime, Cindy grabs Itumeleng and leads him to a restroom on the third floor. She pushes him inside a toilet and locks the door.
Itumeleng looks around. “What are we doing here?”
Cindy wastes no time and kisses him. She takes his right hand shoves it deep inside her panties, and whispers into his left ear, “It’s all yours.
” Cindy can’t hold herself back any more as she drops her panties and arches her back.
Itumeleng quickly reads the situation. He steps back to unlock the door and walks out to the basins. He looks out the window and takes a deep breath. He looks at Cindy. “I can’t do this.”
“What!?” Cindy asks, looking at him in the mirror. “You’re joking, right?” She pulls up her panties. “Do you know how many guys would kill to see me naked?”
Itumeleng turns around to wash his hands, “Yes, I know, a lot. Now, please get dressed.”
Cindy puts the rest of her clothes back on. “What kind of man are you?”
Itumeleng fixes his tie. “A strong one. I don’t know what your plan was, but I cannot be bought with s*x, Cindy.”
She gets close to him. “But I love you,” she says.
He grabs her shoulders. “Do you really?” He shakes his head. “But I don’t love you.”
Instantly her face turns sour.“F**k you!” she says, and storms out of the restroom.
