Sonia
I unwrapped MJ's tight grip on my waist and shuffled out of bed, moving swiftly to the bathroom before my bladder betrayed me. The hallway stretched out before me, eerily quiet in the soft glow of dawn. It was Saturday morning—too early for most of the dorm to stir. If anyone was awake, they’d likely be making the awkward walk of shame back to their rooms. The squeak of my flip-flops echoed off the tiled walls, the only sound accompanying me as I entered the bathroom.
I paused at the mirror, my reflection staring back at me—a girl who finally looked... happy. The broken, lonely shell I once was seemed to have vanished.
My fingers trailed the faint, purpling marks on my neck, following them down to my collarbone. A shiver ran through me as flashes of last night filled my mind. MJ’s flushed face, the way she had collapsed onto the floor in breathless laughter after her high—every memory felt electric.
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Martha’s voice, sharp and bitter, shattered my moment.
I turned to see her leaning casually against the sink, her crimson jersey hanging loosely off her shoulder, revealing smooth, tanned thighs. Her gaze was pointed, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“None of your business,” I snapped, my good mood souring.
Her eyes roved over me, unapologetically lingering on the oversized black shirt and tiny shorts I’d borrowed from MJ.
“I can see why MJ is so obsessed with you,” she muttered, her tone laced with something between envy and disdain.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than ogle her, knowing full well she doesn’t want you?” My voice was sharp, and the venom in my words made her recoil slightly.
“I’m not—then I’m not,” she stammered, her confidence faltering for a moment.
“Cat got your tongue?” I smirked, crossing my arms.
She quickly recovered, her expression hardening again. “Enjoy the obsession while it lasts,” she said coldly. “They always burn out faster than you think.”
I stepped closer, narrowing my eyes. “What are you trying to say, Martha?”
Her smirk deepened, though there was a flicker of pain in her eyes. “Go ask your girlfriend.” She turned on her heel, hands stuffed into her pockets, leaving me simmering with unease.
Back in the room, I found MJ sprawled on the bed, scrolling through her phone with a lazy grin. She looked up, her expression lighting up when she saw me.
“Hey, babe,” she cooed, her voice soft and inviting.
“Hey,” I replied, trying to push Martha’s cryptic words from my mind.
“Come here,” she whined, stretching her arms out toward me. “You haven’t given me a morning hug or kiss yet.”
I hesitated but eventually let myself sink into her embrace, giving her a quick kiss. She frowned, clearly noticing my lack of enthusiasm.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her brow furrowing.
“Nothing,” I said, avoiding her gaze.
Her tone hardened. “Sonia, I won’t ask again. What’s wrong?”
I sighed, feeling cornered. “Martha said something,” I admitted reluctantly.
Apprehension flickered across her face. “What did she say?”
“She... implied you did something,” I replied vaguely, not wanting to give Martha more power over my thoughts than she deserved.
MJ’s jaw tightened, her voice sharp. “She’s just trying to mess with you. Don’t listen to her.”
I nodded, trying to brush off the unease. “You’re probably right.”
MJ’s mood brightened instantly. “Good. Now, let’s get breakfast. I’m starving,” she said, playfully swatting my thigh.
The morning air was crisp as we walked to the café. A soft mist clung to the streets, and the November chill nipped at my skin. MJ wore a sleek leather jacket over her ripped jeans, effortlessly drawing glances from passersby.
We sat near the window, the aroma of fresh coffee and baked pastries filling the air. MJ sipped her drink, her expression thoughtful.
“I’ve been meaning to ask,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who was the girl with you at KCA? The one who helped you when you got hurt?”
“Oh, Lynn,” I said, my stomach tightening at the memory.
“Yeah. Who is she?”
“My ex-best friend,” I admitted.
“Ex?”
I hesitated, debating whether to share the painful truth. “She betrayed me,” I said finally. “She... slept with my boyfriend.”
MJ’s expression darkened, her hand reaching out to rub my arm. “I’m sorry. That must’ve been awful.”
I shrugged, trying to appear indifferent. “It’s fine. They made their choice, and I made mine.”
“She has been trying to contact me,”I add. MJ’s grip on her coffee cup tightened. She took a sip—too large, apparently, because she choked, spluttering coffee across the table.
“MJ!” I gasped, grabbing napkins to clean up the mess.
She laughed nervously. “Sorry. It was hotter than I thought.”
“What is she saying?”
“That she has something important to tell me.” Her lips part and she takes out her wallet.
“Don't give her your time of day, if she can betray you once she can do it again.”
I only nod letting the conversation simmer down. “Are you going somewhere?” I ask, when she stands up immediately.
“Yeah I have to meet up with some friends.”
She walks out the door before I can say something, not a goodbye hug or kiss.
Later that day, I met Kora outside the gas station. She was dressed in a cropped black leather jacket and high-waisted jeans, her hair pulled into a sleek ponytail.
“Hey, beautiful,” she greeted me, her voice warm as she enveloped me in a hug.
“Hey, Kora,” I said, my mood lifting slightly. A pang of guilt gnaws at me for leading her on.
Her bike—a sleek blue and white machine that gleamed under the gas station’s fluorescent lights—immediately caught my attention.
“Wow,” I breathed, running my fingers over the smooth leather seat.
“Pretty dope, huh?” she said with a grin.
“It looks expensive.”
“It is—1.2 million,” she said casually.
My jaw dropped. “You’re kidding.”
She laughed. “Hop on. I’ll take you for a ride.”
The wind whipped against my face as we sped down the highway. By the time we arrived at Two Rivers Mall, my hair was a tangled mess, and my cheeks were flushed from the cold.
The mall was alive with energy, the air buzzing with excitement. White tents dotted the open square, and a Ferris wheel loomed in the distance.
“Is something going on?” I asked, noticing the crowds dressed in matching white shirts.
“It’s the G-Festival,” Kora explained. “Basically, a color fest with influencers and celebs.”
I nodded, trying to take it all in. The lively atmosphere, the thrumming music, and the swirl of colors around me—it felt like a completely different world.
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