After the long weekend I then returned to Mitchell's Plain, to my Jordan, only to return to Constantia a month later, several days before Jordan. Alas, he was involved in a car crash, one which left his leg temporarily broken, after he and Nigel were almost hijacked while coming from a party in Mowbray, at Cassidy's if not Zoey's house.
He was lucky to survive, unlike his car on the other hand, which couldn't be fixed straight away due to his parents' divorce which had left his mother economically strained. She had to pay his hospital bills, his fees, the rent, and other bills including her own BMW's expenses. Although the car crash had saved him from the hijackers, who probably would have killed him had they not fled after seeing his car crash into a tree; plus he was tipsy anyway meaning that he would have been caught and shot.
Due to his his parents' divorce and the stress, as well as the strip of his pride, that came with losing his car... Jordan began avoiding me and wouldn't even return any of my phone calls so I decided to go and pay him a little surprise visit.
Although I couldn't wait to meet him, my joy ride was cut short aw we turned into his road and saw a leaf-less, coal-black, burnt tree whose broken, top half was diagonally leaning against the power line of the two electrical poles which stood about 60 metres apart, on the pavement just outside Jordan's mother's apartment's yard.
As I got out of Uber, and walked through the busy seen, carefully dodging the yellow caution tape which outlined the scene, I saw two trucks and a fire brigade as several firemen and electricians bustled around trying to get the tree out of the power line's clutches. I went over and hugged Jordan and his mother as a paramedic checked if everyone was okay. She was giving extra attention, accentuating my jealousy, as she asked him silly questions about how he got his leg injury. I would roll my eyes in dismay, whenever his sweet mother wasn't looking that is.
It seems as though the previous night's stormy weather had left them without electricity, after lightning had struck a tree and left it engulfed in flames after it had fell onto the power lines. As he expressed how luck they were that the power lines had been strong enough to catch the tree, for if the tree had broken, and fallen through, the power lines' clutches it would have fallen into the yard, onto his mother's BMW as well a the neighbor's car which was parked next to his mother's.
His phone had also run out of battery, and since everything was pretty much normal at my house, besides the fact that mom and dad had previously installed a solar panel at my house, I offered to take it home and charge it for him while chilling with him and his mother.
After catching up with his mom he then walked to the corner of his street, only for him to walk him back down due to the pain he was in; constantly groaning and moaning with each step and limp he took. Maybe it was due to this same pain that he didn't seem to be enjoy my company.
When my ride finally pulled up, after the fire brigades and electrician trucks had cleared off, he sealed my lips with a dry, baby kiss before I left. The fact that he hadn't used his leg as an excuse not to hug me left me slightly sweating, stressing over the possibility that Lilitha, Cassidy or even my own twin sister, Audrey, could be trying their luck on his affections again.
Later that Tuesday night as I laid in bed with my hand on my chest, listening to the rhythm of my heartbeat, my gut told me to go through her phone. His password was easy to remember and often made me blush as I typed it in, due the fact that it was *AshLeigh100*, so I quickly went to her through his Instagram, Snapchat, FaceBook and WhatsApp ,where I checked his contacts, friends and chats.
My eyes soon became wide open as soon as I caught sight of 3 particular video calls from from familiar faces. One was from Beth, who I soon turned out to be a close bestie and childhood friend after I'd taken upon myself to go through his chats with her. Next in line was Lilitha Zozi Mthembu, and after going through their chats it turned out that she wanted him back, even inviting him to return to the Rosebank campus, as opposed to the Mitchell's Plain one.
It was the last video call from a certain "Thandie" which got me worried and shaken a little when I couldn't find any chats between them. Either he had deleted them or only video called her.
Curiosity and Anxiety had grown deep within my heart so decided to gulp down my favourite juice, but that didn't help. So I consulted my sister but she didn't pick up, plus Mia and Cayla couldn't help me find a solution for their advice kept opposing each other's. Cayla wanted to call this Thandie on my behalf and tell her where to get off. Mia ,on the other hand, wanted me to befriend her and figure out her side of the story. Confusion soon deluged my spirit, that's when I decided to initiate a group call with my sorority presidents, Yathi-tha, Nathi-tha and Lathi-tha. And since they too were fervently feisty, bootilicious, very attractive and posh Xhosa girls, I decided to let them handle Lilitha for me.
Listening intently as my phone pressed against my ear, irrationally waiting for Thandie to pick up, I couldn't help but anxiously wonder what her voice sounded like. Something deep within told me to check her on his Facebook Messenger but there were still no chats. Instantly I then remembered his habit of indulging in naughty activities on Instagram's DM's. Doing exactly that, despite how how guilty I felt for invading my own boyfriend's privacy.
After going through Thandie's posts and realizing that she was just another slightly more prettier, and seemingly loose, version of Lilitha; I soon clicked into Jordan's DM with Thandie, after first visiting my own Instagram page and liking each and every post of mine of course, I was met by a surprise though. One that made my gaze jog across her screen instinctively.
*"... Lmao Jordan just because you fit doesn't mean that you qualify"*.
*"Being white doesn't mean I'm short on undercover qualities"*.
*"LOL, Are U seriously talking d^ck right now, I'm not hoely"*.
*"But besides ur petite & cuvry body, I'd love to take you out*"
*"I'm flattered Jordan, but I'll have to think about it? *"
*"I'll send you some snaps while you do so...*"
In that moment my eyes began itching with rage, and Yathi-tha's voice began playing in my eardrums all over again, as I reminisced about when she'd called Jordan an unloyal Skrrr-Skrrr Boy. The only way to drive her voice out of my eardrums was to actually call Thandie, and let her voice flush out Yathi-tha's words from my eardrums.
But then I chose to pose as Jordan and continue their little conversation instead. It may have have felt like an unnecessary step but i guess it had to be done to protect my relationship from Jordan. "Maybe he just wants to smash her, in the shower", the thought that rushed at me as i finally began inquisitively ingratiating myself to this inscrutable young lady...
"Hey Thandie, finally charged my phone, but beware of my late responses though." said I, on WhatsApp this time, trying to hide the difference in "Jordan's" chatting style and also revive their conversation.
*"Hello Jordan, I've thought about it by the way,"* her response pissed me off, but left me biting my, but pain wasn't enough to purge me of my curiosity
*"Then please say it,"* i then used lovely emoji's to soften up my command.
*"I'd rather wait 'till we meet, plus you're chatting boring today, "* Thandie affirmed.
"Nam' ngiyak'thanda sthandwa sami (I love you too my love)," I typed, trying to figure out if it mean't "I love you too" and google it. But then again I didn't want to be forwards... so I erased all that and typed... "Sorry Lovey, my leg's been killing me lately..."
There was definitely something going on, so i decided to keep impersonating him and soon told her to call me the next afternoon around 3pm, when I knew I'd be with Jordan. My heart was pounding and I dared not fail to convince her to do so. After she'd agreed I then responded with.
*"Mmmm! Thandie, I'll just take that as a lovely promise then."*
That's when I exited the chat to dodge a Xhosa response. When she replied with; "You Sometimes... And'kwazi mina ukudilisha nawe Jo..." she then sent through an irritated and a blushful emoji next to each other.
I began beaming, and eventually giggled in a secretive little girlish manner before ending it off with a mirthful laugh. The excitement had left me feeling less jealous, livelier and more competent.