Sunny Side Up 🥹🫶

Chapter 11

[Thabo's POV]

I slowly opened my eyes, letting the soft morning light filter through my window blinds. My alarm clock, a sleek black device on my bedside table, displayed 6:47 AM in bright red digits. I rubbed the remnants of sleep from my eyes, feeling the gentle scratch of my eyelashes.

My gaze drifted around my tidy bedroom, taking in the familiar contours. My queen-sized bed, dressed in a crisp white duvet, dominated the center of the room. The walls, painted a soothing light gray, displayed framed posters of my favorite soccer teams and music artists. My desk, clutter-free and organized, held my laptop, textbooks, and a framed photo of my family.

As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet landed on the plush carpet, its soft fibers tickling my toes. I stood up, stretching my arms overhead, feeling the satisfying crack of my joints.

My mind began to wander to Amanhle, replaying the events of the previous night. Her tears, Lunga's menacing gaze, and the vulnerability in her eyes lingered in my thoughts. My heart swelled with empathy, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I wanted to be there for her, to protect her from harm.

I shuffled to the bathroom, flipping the switch to illuminate the space. The fluorescent light above the sink casts a warm glow on my face. I examined my reflection, noticing the slight puffiness under my eyes from lack of sleep. I brushed my teeth, the minty flavor invigorating my senses.

As I washed my face, the cool water refreshed my skin. I patted dry with a towel, feeling the soft cotton against my cheeks. My gaze lingered on my reflection, and I couldn't help but think of Amanhle's smile. The way it lit up her face, even in difficult moments.

I dressed in my uniform and made sure my waves still look good. My mind remained preoccupied with thoughts of Amanhle.

Downstairs, my mom was already preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The aroma of scrambled eggs and toasted bread wafted through the air, making my stomach growl with hunger.

"Sawubona Ma," I said, dropping my backpack beside the kitchen table.

"Morning, Thabo! Unjani?" she asked, expertly flipping an egg.

"I'm good, Ma. Just thinking about... stuff," I replied, taking a seat at the table.

My mom raised an eyebrow but didn't pry. "Well, eat your breakfast, and don't be late for school."

I nodded, savoring the warm eggs and toast.

The drive to school was uneventful, my thoughts consumed by Amanhle.

As I parked my car and joined the stream of students flowing into school, I felt a sense of unease. My eyes scanned the courtyard, searching for Amanhle.

I walked through the school hallways, lost in thought. Amanhle's smile still lingered in my mind. Turning a corner, I spotted her laughing with Melo and Liyanda.

My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't expected to run into her so soon.

Amanhle caught my eye and smiled. I returned it, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

As I approached the group, Melo nudged me playfully. "Mornin', Thabo!"

"Morning," I replied, focusing on Amanhle. "How're you doing today?"

"Better, thanks to you," Amanhle said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her words sent a flutter through my chest. I wanted to hear them again.

The bell rang, signaling the start of class. As we parted ways, I couldn't help but steal glances at Amanhle.

Throughout the day, I found myself looking forward to our next encounter.