The Sweetest Fruit ( Tomboy 🏳️‍🌈Love Story )

25. Date

MJ

The crisp evening air wrapped around me as I strolled down the parking lot. My boots echoed slightly as I neared my car.  There was a heated argument on one of the rows and I almost dismissed it when I recognized the two figures. Kora stood with  her back to me, and next to her was Sonia. My Sonia.  My heart sank when I got closer, catching fragments of their exchange.

" Choose," Kora demanded, her voice cold and forceful.

" I want MJ," Sonia said, her voice drenched in tears.

Kora shoved her, making her land on the gravel hard. My knuckles attach with her jaw. How dare she?

" What the fuck !!" Kora screamed, touching her bleeding lip. Before she could mutter another word I tackled her to the ground. She managed a few kicks but I didn't stop, not until her biker friends pulled me off her.

Breathing hard, I turned to find Sonia still seated on the ground, eyes wide open processing the scene that was unfolding before her. She didn’t meet my gaze as we walked to my car, her silence cutting deeper than any words could.

Inside, she buckled her seatbelt without a glance in my direction. The tension between us was suffocating, the small space of the car suddenly feeling like a trap. My chest ached to say something, to bridge the growing chasm between us, but every time I opened my mouth, the words died before they could form.

I wanted to apologize—for breakfast, for the food stalls, for the chaos in the parking lot, for everything. But when I glanced at her, her face pale and drawn, the bruises of our day etched in her expression, I couldn’t bring myself to speak. Instead, my hands tightened around the steering wheel, knuckles white with frustration, as I drove us back to campus.

Say something, damn it. Even if it’s just to yell at me.

The drive passed faster than I wanted, the roads blurring until we arrived at the hostel. Before I even finished parking, she unbuckled and slipped out, walking briskly toward the building without so much as a backward glance.

I sighed, leaning back in the driver’s seat as the weight of the day pressed down on me. This was going to be a long night.

When I finally reached our room, the door was slightly ajar. I stepped inside to find her curled up under her covers, her body a still, silent shape. I wanted to wake her, to take her into my arms and tell her everything. But fear held me back. Fear of rejection. Fear of breaking her even more.

Instead, I stripped off my dirty clothes, exhaustion overwhelming my will to shower. I lay down on my bed, facing her side, watching the steady rise and fall of her breathing. I hoped—prayed—that she would wake up and break the silence between us. But sleep claimed me before I could wait any longer.

I woke up to the scent of lavender, the room dimly lit by the soft morning light. Blinking the sleep from my eyes, I saw her draped in a towel, rifling through her dresser. She moved with purpose, her hair damp and curling at the ends, droplets tracing paths down her bare shoulders.

I couldn’t look away. It wasn’t lust—it was something deeper, something that made my chest ache. As if sensing my gaze, she turned, her eyes meeting mine briefly before she disappeared out of the room.

The warmth she carried was gone the moment she left the room. The memory of the day before came rushing back, and I ran a hand over my face, wishing I could erase it all.

By the time I returned from my own shower, she was already dressed, busily making her bed. She moved with purpose, avoiding me entirely. It was like a wall had been placed between us, one that felt impossible to break down. I knew I couldn’t let it stay that way.