The Sweetest Fruit ( Tomboy 🏳️‍🌈Love Story )

10. sorry

MJ

I cover my ears with my pillow trying to muffle the cry of the alarm. When that fails, I reach out fumbling it to silence. Stretching my arms over my head, I hear a few satisfying cracks before I step out of bed. It's three minutes past seven giving me ample time to bathe and come back to wake up Sonia.

I returned to find her curled on the bed squeezing the life out of her pillow. Her long braids were scattered all over the sheets a smile resting on her lips. Why does she smile when she sleeps?

I pull her duvets from her body the morning cold making her shiver and stretch to find the duvet. My eyes travel all over her body.  Her shirt was bunched up around her waist leaving her with green undies. I feel myself throb and I throw the covers back attempting a more subtle method.

I hit her several times and call her name till I feel my throat get sore. I sigh, grab a bottle of water and pour it all over her face. She bolts awake clutching her chest.

"Hey,” she shrieks giving me a blank stare.

" Are you still sleepy?" I ask getting ready to pour water on her again.

" Obviously not."

" Get ready if you're not in the gym by twenty minutes get ready to run twenty laps." She is still staring at me as I pick up my duffel bag and get out of the room.

It's seven forty and there is still no sign of her. The court is empty and I'm tired of throwing hoops to pass time. Where the fuck is this girl?

" I'm here, I'm here," she screams panting for breath.

" I thought you would be late."

" And risk running twenty laps, no way."

" Let's start." I waste no time in throwing her the ball which she catches with practiced ease. Her braids are tied into a bun on top of her head. We go over the basics from learning how to steal a ball to actually defending it. The way her focus never leaves to what we are doing puts me on edge. Everything about her is putting me on edge — from her coconut scent to the soft chuckles that escape her mouth when she manages to do something I ask of her.

“Again,” I repeat making her groan. She throws the ball but it just hits the rim and lands on the ground with a thud. “I can't do it,” she huffs wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead with the jersey she is wearing. My eyes sneak a preview of the curve of her chest.

" So are you going to give up ?" I ask throwing her the ball again. She nods and takes the ball. I stand behind her my hands moving to straighten her arms in a position she will be able to throw the ball. Her breath goes heavy and it takes all of me not to turn her around and smash my lips with hers. Her body is warm against mine as I push her legs forward my head resting on the crook of her neck. ”Keep your eyes on the hoop,” I murmur, “and focus on the movement of the ball.”

“O..Okay”

I step back allowing her to do it by herself and luckily the ball goes through the hoop. “Woh,” she screams throwing her hands in the air. “How did I do?” She asks looking at me with those big doe eyes.

I shrug and she clicks taking a few steps towards me. " Can't you just say well done Sonia, like a normal human being.?

“Who said I'm normal?” I ask taking one of the balls on the ground and throwing it in the net.

" How are you so good at basketball?"

" Practice, this is the only thing that I put in the most work."

" Lucky you, I have to put in work for everything."

I give her a sideway glance and give her the ball again." Stop talking and start shooting."