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“Are you ready?” I said. “Let’s go in.”<br />
“No.”<br />
“No? What…what do you mean, ‘no’?”<br />
“No.”<br />
“Okay…but why?”<br />
“No.”<br />
“But we need to go inside. The dance is inside.”<br />
“No.”<br />
I stood there for another twenty minutes, trying to convince her to come inside, but she<br />
kept saying “no.” She wouldn’t get out of the car.<br />
Finally, I said, “Okay, I’ll be right back.”<br />
I ran inside and found Bongani.<br />
“Where have you been?” he said.<br />
“I’m here! But my date’s in the car and she won’t come in.”<br />
“What do you mean she won’t come in?”<br />
“I don’t know what’s going on. Please help me.”<br />
We went back out to the parking lot. I took Bongani over to the car, and the second he<br />
saw her he lost it. “Jesus in Heaven! This is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. You<br />
said she was beautiful, Trevor, but this is insane.” In an instant he completely forgot about<br />
helping me with Babiki. He turned and ran back inside and called to the guys. “Guys! You<br />
gotta come see this! Trevor got a date! And she’s beautiful! Guys! Come out here!”<br />
Twenty guys came running out into the parking lot. They clustered around the car. “Yo,<br />
she’s so hot!” “Dude, this girl came with Trevor?” Guys were gawking at her like she was an<br />
animal at the zoo. They were asking to take pictures with her. They were calling back to more<br />
people inside. “This is insane! Look at Trevor’s date! No, no, no, you gotta come and see!”<br />
I was mortified. I’d spent four years of high school carefully avoiding any kind of<br />
romantic humiliation whatsoever, and now, on the night of the matric dance, the night of all<br />
nights, my humiliation had turned into a circus bigger than the event itself: Trevor the<br />
undatable clown thought he was going to have the most beautiful girl at the dance, but he’s<br />
crashing and burning so let’s all go outside and watch.<br />
Babiki sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, refusing to budge. I was outside<br />
the car, pacing, stressed out. A friend of mine had a bottle of brandy that he’d smuggled into<br />
the dance. “Here,” he said, “have some of this.” Nothing mattered at that point, so I started<br />
drinking. I’d fucked up. The girl didn’t like me. The night was done.<br />
Most of the guys eventually wandered back inside. I was sitting on the pavement, taking<br />
swigs from the brandy bottle, getting buzzed. At some point Bongani went back over to the<br />
car to try one last time to convince Babiki to come in. After a minute his head popped up over<br />
the car with this confused look.<br />
“Yo, Trevor,” he said, “your date does not speak English.”<br />
“What?”<br />
“Your date. She does not speak any English.”