Issue 6 Feb 2013
The Literature Issue
though mostly for me. I decide to get us some drinks. While I’m inside, Rob, one of the guys I know there, engages me in a lengthy, irrelevant conversation. I have no clue what he’s talking
“What do you want, geek?” I ask. “Since you refused my vibe, I want your hot friend’s number!” “Hell no!”
They are obviously lusting after my girl’s ample bottom. about, and I don’t pay attention. I’m busy thinking about my girlfriend. Why the hell did I sign up for this when it was clearly not the best idea? I keep thinking about when the hell Rob is going to shut up. And how soon we can ditch this joint, so it can just be me and her. “Helloooo.... Hey!” I snap out of my reverie, only to find Rob waving his hands in front of me. “Sorry... I was distracted,” I manage to apologize. But by the time I finish my sentence, Rob, in his fake British accent, has started to whine like the bitch he is. I do what I do best, walk away.
“Why not? You afraid she’ll be a better sport than you?” I ignore the comment, but I already feel the pressure building up in my chest again. I swear I want to go King Kong on someone’s ass right about now. I struggle to keep my cool and choose to walk away. I hear Kev mutter a few insults, which I ignore. Some people shouldn’t be allowed near booze, I think to myself, shaking my head.
As I approach where my girl is, I notice Marky, the slyest manwhore in the history of whores. That description is even an understatement, considering his reputation. Point is, Marky is vibing my girl. You see Marky has the habit of sleeping with anything with lady parts. He I barely make it to the door knows no shame. Why the girls when Kev appears in front of adore him, I don’t know, but he me with his geeky annoying has the devil’s tongue. He can swag. “Hey doll,” he says, which lure anyone. I choose to ignore due to his severe, compulsive and stalker- “Get the hell away from her,” ish behavior. I take a step I say. Marky looks genuinely towards the door, but he blocks shocked. He takes his phone my way. from his pocket. 21
“I’m leaving. Lemme just get her number.” By now, my eyes are red with rage. I let out a sigh. “I said, get the hell away from her!” This time, I yell at him. Marky slowly gets out of my seat.
“You’re such a buzz kill!” he says, storming out of the yard. I feel so suffocated and frustrated, but the closet is too big for us to come out of and proudly admit our sexuality, so we choose to keep calm. I settle in my seat next to my girlfriend and take her hand in mine. I feel like such an outsider. I down my drink with one gulp. She can tell I’m having a bad time here. Though she tries to hold my hand, I barely think I’ll make it through the party … By Joanne Njoki