𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞

12.

Control Freak

It was talent day at camp, and since the event was only happening that night, everyone had a free day to enjoy.

Beyoncé jogged outside to the kitchen area, her mind set on a specific craving. Onika, curious about where she was going, decided to follow her.

Inside the kitchen, Beyoncé somehow persuaded the kitchen lady to give her a box of donuts. As she triumphantly carried her sweet prize, Onika approached her with a teasing smile. "Sneaking around for donuts, huh?" she teased.

Beyoncé blushed, a grin spreading across her face. "Want one?" she offered, holding out the box to Onika.

Onika wrinkled her nose playfully. "You know, me and sweet stuff don't really go together."

Beyoncé gave her the biggest puppy eyes she could muster. "Come on, just one?"

Onika sighed, giving in. "Fine," she said, taking a donut from the box. "But only because you look so pathetic when you do that."

They sneaked off to a large tree with a broad shadow and sat under it, the box of donuts between them.

Onika glanced down at Beyoncé's muddy Converse and couldn't help but chuckle. "You really need to clean those," she said, pointing at the shoes.

Beyoncé looked at her shoes and shrugged. "They have character," she replied, biting into her donut.

Onika laughed and took a bite of her own donut, savoring the sweetness despite her earlier reluctance. "You know," she said between bites, "I'm actually kind of excited for the talent show tonight."

Beyoncé's eyes lit up. "Really? Are you going to perform?"

Onika shook her head. "No, but I'll be watching. And cheering you on, of course."

Beyoncé smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. "Thanks, Onika. But I'm not performing I'm too nervous for that kind of stuff."

Beyoncé looked at the cream on Onika's lips, the temptation to kiss them again stirring within her.

She tried to push the thought away, not wanting to act impulsively.

But Onika had already noticed the way Beyoncé's gaze lingered on her lips.

"What?" Onika asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Beyoncé quickly looked away, her cheeks heating up. "I wasn't staring," she mumbled.

Onika leaned closer, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Yes, you were. Come on, tell me. What were you thinking about?"

Beyoncé shook her head, trying to deny it. "It's nothing, really."

Onika didn't relent. "You know you can't lie to me, right? Just spill it."

Beyoncé sighed, finally giving in. "Okay, fine. I was thinking about...kissing you," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Onika's smile widened, and she leaned in even closer, their faces just inches apart.

Beyoncé's heart raced as Onika's face drew nearer. She felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, but mostly, she felt drawn to Onika in a way she couldn't quite explain.

Onika reached up, gently wiping the cream from her lips with her thumb, her sight sending shivers down Beyoncé's spine.

"See?" Onika said softly. "Not so hard to admit, is it?"

Beyoncé shook her head, her eyes locked onto Onika's. "No, it's not," she replied, her voice steady.

And then, without another word, Onika closed the distance between them, pressing her lips softly against Beyoncé's.