My Muse

Fight me bxtch

The rooftop kitchen shut down at ten sharp. After midnight, the hunger hit them hard. Someone suggested McDonald’s and within minutes, the whole crew had piled into the fluorescently lit fast food haven, Everyone's slouched laughing too loud, dragging chairs, ordering enough to feed a football team. The vibe was still up, but stomachs were growling, and heels were hurting.

Felicity landed next to Majorkeys, unintentionally, just trying to dig into her chicken nuggets before her blood sugar betrayed her. But he was staring again. Like earlier. That weird, soft kind of staring.

She caught him. “What?”

He shrugged, then bit his lip and leaned in, voice low, like it was just them in the world.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Felicity raised a brow, nugget halfway to her mouth. “what?”

“I don’t even know why you’re always so mean to me,” he added, almost like it hurt him to say.

She tilted her head, unimpressed. “You do know you broke my phone the first time we met, right? And you’re flirting with my friend. That’s enough reason for me. "

He looked like he wanted to say something else but swallowed it down. She picked up her tray and stood without another word.

“Victor,” she said, sliding into the space next to him.

"I need to get your numbers," he leaned on her

“well then you need to help me with this phone, please. I’m not trying to look like an old lady setting it up.” she handed it over

Victor chuckled, eyes twinkling. “I got you. First things first appleID"

She smiled, relaxed next to him, enjoying the way he explained things. He was smooth but not performative. Not trying too hard. Unlike someone else.Their heads tilted close. Her laughter bubbled up, soft and warm. Victor pointed at her screen, his fingers brushing hers occasionally. He wasn’t overdoing it. Just being himself.

Across the table, Majorkeys watched. He wasn't feeling like himself, Quiet at first. Jaw clenched, then unclenched. His leg bouncing under the table. The scene in front of him made him want to tear his childhood friend apart

Victor leaned over to scan the phone. Felicity laughed softly, her dimples complimanted her chubby face

His plastic cup slammed the table with a loud whack. The lid popped halfway open, Henny fizzing with Sprite all over the tray.

Victor’s head jerked up. “Yoh—what’s up with you?”

Majorkeys stood, slow and tense like a lion about to lunge.

Victor blinked, confused. “Bro... you good? Don’t start something here.”

Victor was confused at what was happening. This wasn't like his friend. Maybe he drank too much

"KG, whatever it is, don't do it here," he said, looking out for his friend as people were still coming into McDonald’s to buy

"Why so you can continue flirting with her?" Majorkeys leaned over to where Victor and Felicity were sitted

What?” Victor blinked again, clearly thrown. “Wait—what are you even talking about?

Amahle’s eyeballs almost dropped when she realized what was going on. Mostly heartbroken.

Felicity stood up as well

"Whatsup with you?" she posed the question to Majorkeys

That was it.

Kagiso’s jaw clenched tighter. He couldn’t even look at her now. Her siding with Victor? He didn’t even think she liked the guy. That betrayal stung worse than any words could.

He grabbed Victor’s shirt and yanked him up from the seat, sudden and hot. Chairs scraped the tiles. Trays clattered.

Victor shoved him back hard. “Ay! Stop it, bro!”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Kagiso barked, stepping right into Victor’s space. Chest to chest. Jaw to jaw.

The McDonald’s air shifted instantly. That invisible tension wrapped around every fry and milkshake in the room.

Gasps. Screeches. Chairs scraping away from the mess. A worker yelled something from behind the till. But it was too late.

Upon realizing who was fighting. Phones were already out. Red lights blinking. Cameras rolling.

Two childhood friends. going at it like that

Amahle gasped, stepping back in horror. This couldn’t be real.

Felicity jumped in between them, eyes wide. “Please!” she begged. “Let’s go—people are taking videos!”

The boys barely registered her.

Security started moving. Some of Mojorkeys' other friends were shouting. Chairs rattled. A drink fell. A woman yelled from behind the counter, “Please stop fighting!”

It took two guys to drag Majorkeys back. Victor, red-faced and breathing hard, let them. He wasn’t about to throw fists in a McDonald’s like some fool on a blog post.

The ride back to the girls’ res was suffocating.

Not a single word.

Victor sat rigid, arms folded. Felicity stared out the window, chest still pounding. Amahle sat beside Kagiso, unsure whether to confront him or run.

When they pulled up to res, Felicity got out first, clutching her bag like armor. Victor followed.

“Hey,” he said softly.

She turned.

“I’m sorry. That’s not how we act. I don’t know what got into him.” His voice was sincere. His eyes, even more.

She nodded. “Thanks for helping with the phone.”

He smiled. “Anytime. I did not get that number though” he was obviously still flirting

Felicity smiled and took her hand out for Victor’s phone

he handed it to her. she began dailing

From the car, Majorkeys watched. Jaw tight. Hands white-knuckled. The way they talked. The way she smiled at him.

“I’m not in the mood to talk,” he muttered to Amahle without looking at her. “We’ll talk when I’m fine.”