The Sweetest Fruit ( Tomboy 🏳️‍🌈Love Story )

8. you kissed me

Sonia

I let out a loud groan wondering what kind of Karma saddled me with MJ. My eyes move to the dirty laundry that is piling up in the basket, a reminder of the cleaning I've been avoiding. But today is the day.  I throw on a robe over my pajamas and head to the laundry room only to find a long line of people.

" And here I thought the line wouldn't be long since there are still ongoing classes," I huff catching a few glances.

" I know right," says a guy ahead of me looking just as annoyed.

" I'm going to check if the other room is free," he grumbles more to himself than to me. I sit there quietly playing Temple Run on my phone, and finally, my turn arrives.

Back in the dorm, I  balance a bag that is my breakfast and the freshly washed clothes. Sam spots me down the hall, his small frame swaying as he approaches. He plants a quick friendly kiss on my cheek and takes the breakfast bag to help. How gentleman of him.

" So, this is MJ's side of the room?" He asks staring at the basketball posters plastered on the walls." She is a basketball fanatic than I thought."

Basketball is her life.

" Hey, did I tell you? I made the team,"  I say steering the conversation away from MJ. I can't even think about her right now.

" Congrats! So where is your roommate?"

I sigh throwing the laundry on the bed. I can't get a day for myself.

"Her mum's grave."

"You didn't accompany her ? "

" What? That's a family thing she should go  with her family."  I sit on the edge of the bed yanking a muffin from Sam's hand.

" You know there is bad blood between them."

Should I have asked if she wanted me to accompany her?  But she would never ask.

" You know MJ, she wouldn't ask."

" You should have offered."

" As who ?" I reply. I'm nobody to her. Just the girl she is forced to live with.

"You're right," he chuckles his lip piercing catching the light as he bites down on it.

Silence settles on me as I fold the clothes while Sam devours three-quarters of my breakfast.

" Anyway is there someone special?” He asks trying to liven up the mood.

"I should be asking you, my life is dry." The girl I want hates my guts anyway.

" Well, mine is amazing! "

" Lucky you."

"See this?" he says showing me a photo of a shirtless guy. "He is hot.”

" I know and he has other talents."

" Like what ?"

" Your stupidity sometimes is cute."

"Hey, why are you calling me stupid?" I protest hitting him playfully with with my bra.

"Bitch why are you hitting me with your inner wear?"

"Cause you called me stupid."

" Cause you are."

" Don't tell me you're mad," he says trying to peek at my face. "You're smart … but just in other areas.”

" You still have the nerve to insult
me ?"  I ask hitting him but he dodges my attack again.

" What can I say lying is not one of my strengths."  He flops on my bed getting comfortable and swiping through his photos.