Sunny Side Up 🥹🫶

_Chapter 4_

Ntsikayomuzi's POV:

The rest of the day flew by in a blur of classes and homework. But my mind kept drifting back to Melokuhle. What was her story, anyway? Why was she so determined to dislike me?

As I walked out of the school gates, I spotted her ahead of me, her bag slung over her shoulder. I quickened my pace, catching up to her.

Me: "Hey, Bhengu. Wait up."

She turned, her expression wary.
Melo: "What do you want, Ntsika?"

I shrugged.
Me:  "Just thought we could walk together. You know, call a truce."

Melokuhle raised an eyebrow.
Melo: "You think a simple walk will fix everything?"

I grinned.
Me: "No, but it's a start."

For a moment, I thought she'd refuse. But then she nodded, and we fell into step beside each other.

The silence between us was awkward at first, but as we walked, it started to feel more comfortable. I glanced over at her, noticing the way her hair curled slightly at the nape of her neck.

Me: "Hey, Bhengu?"

Me: "Yeah?"

Me: "Why do you always have to be so tough?"

Melokuhle's expression softened, just for a moment.
Melo::"You don't know me, Ntsika."

I smiled.
Me:"Maybe not. But I'd like to."

And with that, our rivalry took an unexpected turn...

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MELOKUHLE'S POV:

As I walked out of the school gates, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Another day, another confrontation with Ntsika. Why did he always have to push my buttons?

But then, I heard his voice behind me. Ntsika: "Hey, Bhengu. Wait up."

I turned, my defenses already up.
Me: "What do you want, Ntsika?"

He shrugged, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Ntsika: "Just thought we could walk together. You know, call a truce."

I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. What was he playing at?

But as we walked, the silence between us wasn't as uncomfortable as I expected. I found myself stealing glances at him, noticing the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

Ntsika: "Hey, Bhengu?"

Me: "Yeah?"

"Why do you always have to be so tough?"

I felt a pang of vulnerability, but quickly pushed it aside.
Me: "You don't know me, Ntsika."

He smiled, his eyes locked on mine.
Ntsika :"Maybe not. But I'd like to."

For a moment, I forgot about our rivalry, forgot about the animosity between us. All I saw was a genuine interest, a spark of connection.

I just avoided his statement like he never said anything and we continued walking around the school in silence until he decided to break the silence....again

Ntsika: "So, Bhengu, what's your story?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. Me: "What do you mean?"

Ntsika: "I mean, you're always so guarded, so tough. What's behind that?"

I felt a surge of defensiveness, but something about Ntsika's tone put me at ease. Maybe it was the genuine interest in his eyes, or maybe it was the fact that we were walking side by side, like old friends.