Dal

“Hey.” wewe call to your bestfriend.

As soon as he hears your voice, he turns around, and stomps off in the other direction.

“What the hell?” wewe call after him, running to catch up. He was a lot bigger than you, his strides were longer, but wewe caught up to him.

“Hey.” wewe try again. No answer. He just stares ahead of him.

You step in front of him. “What the fuck is going on?” wewe ask, eyebrows raised.

He stops, kinda looking around, as if to find the words to say.

“Can wewe please move?” He finally decides.

“Please? You, Dallas Winston, just alisema please. Obviously something is...

New Years Eve. The one night wewe had looked mbele to for the whole year. To spend it with Dally, your boyfriend, would be perfect. But of course, nothing is ever perfect. Dally walked out of the house during an argument this morning, and wewe hadn't heard from him since. wewe sit at nyumbani alone, assuming Dally was out getting drunk au something. The phone rings, and your best friend asks wewe to go out and party with her. wewe agree to go to try to get your mind off of Dally, hang up the phone, and go to get ready. She picks wewe up and wewe guys drive to one of the neighbourhood parties. Your friend...

“So… The whore decided to onyesha up.” Sylvia snickered from behind you, over the noise of the party at Buck’s.

“And so did the bitch.” wewe thought to yourself, clenching your fist.

“Whaddya doing here, whore?” She says, taking a swig of her beer.

You turn to her, trying to remain calm. “I came here with my boyfriend.” wewe say cooly.

“You’re still forgetting he’s mine.”

“He dumped your sorry punda five months ago.” wewe snort.

“At least my punda is better looking than yours.” She huffs.

You stand up. “What was that.”

“My ass,” she smiles. “Is better looking than...