Banele was wearing a Dickies and All Stars, he had no tshirt on, and he had a bright red navigare bucket hat on.

“We need to talk.” He said, standing up, and pinching the end of the zol.

“About what?” I asked him.

He dusted the back of his pants and walked into his room, I stood up and followed behind him.

He was laying in bed, facing the ceiling. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he stared at the ceiling.

His room was simple, there was a wardrobe, a bed and a small TV and a sound system. If there’s one thing Banele is, he’s clean. And his room smells good too.

“I’m sorry about the way I spoke today.” He started.

I nod and wait for him to say something again.

“I shouldn’t force you to lose it to me. I love you so much, babe. I just want to know if you love me too.” He faced me.

“I love you, Banele!” I sound so desperate.

“If you love me, then why can’t you give me this one thing? Why can’t you give your pride to me?” He asked, looking so honest and hurt.

“Banele..you know that..I can’t.” I stuttered, turning away.

“You don’t love me.” He shouted.

“I love you, Banele.” I scream too

“Then give it to me! My friends say I’m a fool to keep going with you, when you won’t give it up.” He said.

“What? You’re not a fool. You’re being patient.” I begged him

“Patient?” He scoffed and jumped off the bed.

“Yes.”

“Well, since you’re not ready, can I atleast get myself a sneaky link?” He asked me.

“Sneaky link?” I was confused.

“A sex partner.” He rolled his eyes.

My heart pounded against my chest. “Why?” I was getting teary.