Untitled by Kgebetli Moele

“Eleven zero seven, and dropped the call at half past three.”
    She gave me the phone so I could see that she was not lying.
    â€œWhat were you talking about?”
    â€œWe were having sex on the phone, and, girl, I can tell you it was the greatest sex I ever had.”
    â€œYou and the principal were having sex on the phone and it was the greatest sex you ever had. How?”
    She started to explain in detail – telling me even the smallest thing – looking very lively.
    The next day, when she saw Mr LS at school, it was as if, in that moment, he drained all her energy from her.
    â€œLebo, you are going to have sex with Shatale very soon.”
    â€œYes, why not, he wants me and I cannot keep saying no forever. I just have to do it. It is just sex; he is not planning to marry me. And, yes, I am going to have sex with my principal. Do you know how old he is?”
    Shook my head, I did not know. “Forty?” I guessed. “Forty-four?”
    â€œForty-nine.”
    â€œAnd you are going to have sex with him.”
    My heart, liver and lungs felt like they were being mixed together, as if someone was mixing a fruit cocktail inside me. I felt like I was going to puke.
    â€œLebo! I am going to puke.”
    The thought of Lebo having sex with Shatale disgusted me completely.
    â€œHe is the one who wants to have sex with me. He is forty-nine; I am fifteen.”
    â€œStop. He is married and far older than you are.”
    â€œOf course! You think he doesn’t know that I am a minor ...?” She paused. “He said that he likes it when he is teaching and I open my legs wide.”
    â€œHe said that?”
    â€œHe said he loves it when I am wearing my white underwear.”
    To prove it, Lebo sent him a please call me and we made the call a conference call. She made him feel comfortable while we listened, encouraging his perversions.
    After listening to the call, Mamafa argued that Shatale was not a player, as players do not run around with young children, babysitting them. In Mamafa’s opinion, Shatale qualified only as a paedophile.
    The day that Shatale had been scheming towards finally came one afternoon, after Saturday school. We had been waiting for Tumelo for about an hour. We didn’t mind as we had nothing else to do other than sitting around and talking until Tumelo came and Lebo had to leave us. What we didn’t know was that the night before somebody had seen Tumelo with another girl from somewhere, and then that somebody had told somebody, who had told somebody, who had told somebody ... It finally got to us via some boy who wants Lebo very much but who doesn’t stand a chance because he does not have his own car. That day he was in his friend’s car.
    â€œYou are waiting for Tumelo?” he asked as the car pulled up next to us.
    â€œHow did you know?”
    Lebo answered him in a way that told him that he and his friend should continue going to wherever he was going.
    â€œSorry, he is not coming today. You might as well go home or come with me. His wife, who has a degree and a car, a very beautiful four-by-four, has come all the way from Joburg to see her man.”
    He paused as if waiting for a response but it didn’t come.
    â€œWhat are you going to do, Lebogang? I told you that he does not want you; the boy is only killing time and boredom with you. And I want you, not only do I want you but I love you.”
    Paused again.
    â€œYou can keep waiting but Tumelo is not coming today.”
    He and his friend drove on.
    Although Lebo didn’t believe the story, she called Tumelo rather than sending him a please call me . The man answered but he was unusual and uncomfortable on the phone and after a few minutes he cut the call. Lebo called again and again he cut the call. A bad thing to happen to a girl in front of her friends. As someone inexperienced in these matters, I said:
    â€œGirlfriend, do not mind, it’s