My Muse

publicity stunt

The next morning, the girls were woken up not by alarms, but by the buzzing chaos of their phones lighting up like slot machines.

TikTok.

Facebook.

Twitter.

Even obscure gossip blogs.

All ablaze with headlines and blurry videos:

"Amapiano Star Major Keys in Midnight McDonald’s Brawl!"

"Childhood friendship turns violent?!"

"Victor Finally Snaps — Is He Jealous of Major Keys?"

None of the posts had a clear narrative. The fight looked intense but confusing, with no one sure why the two men had come to blows. Not a single thread hinted it had anything to do with a girl. Speculation ran wild—jealousy, betrayal, envy. But to the world, it was just a mysterious.

Felicity sat up in bed, the phone warm in her hand, scrolling quietly. Her heart still felt heavy from last night—the fight, the videos, the quiet ride back to res. The silence between her and Amahlé now felt louder than any tweet.

And yet, what really lingered was the fact that… it had become undeniable.

Major Keys had a thing for her.

Her thoughts were swirling when her phone lit up again. Unknown number.

She hesitated, then answered.

“Hi?” she said, her voice soft.

“Um… hey."the voice said.

"Who is this" Felicity asked sitting up right

“it's me. Victor. don’t you have Truecaller or what?”

Felicity smiled in spite of herself. “I haven't downloaded a lot of apps yet okay?", suddenly self-conscious.

“I was just checking up on you. Wanted to make sure you’re alright.”

His voice was gentle.

“I’m good. Fine”

“I’m calling so you can save my number properly. I realised I can’t see your profile picture on w******p, and I… I’d really like to see your face right now.”

Felicity blushed, her fingers curling into her blanket.

“Oh... okay,” she whispered. “I’ll save it. Um, but how are you? I’ve seen the chaos online…”

Victor let out a small laugh, low and unbothered. “It’s just people with too much data and no lives. It doesn’t mean anything. Don’t stress about it.”

“Okay…” she nodded slowly, the tightness in her chest finally loosening. “Good. I’m glad you’re okay.”

There was a pause.

“I hope to see you soon,” Victor said softly.

“Yeah… as soon as this blows over or…” she trailed off.

“Yeah, yeah, Sure. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay.”

They hung up.

When Felicity looked up, Amahlé was watching her from across the room, one eyebrow raised. She sat next to her on the bed, legs crossed, eyes gentle but conflicted.

“I think you guys are really into each other,” she said plainly. “And… I think Major Keys is into you too.”

Felicity looked down, her voice almost a whisper. “I didn’t plan for any of this. Chommie, I promise you… I don’t like him like that. Not even a little.”

Amahlé nodded slowly. “I know. You hate the guy. But how do I start something with someone who has a thing for my best friend?”

Felicity's voice cracked slightly. “I dont know, friend, I just… I want us to be okay.”

“Whatever happens,” Amahlé said, “we always choose each other, right?”

“Always,” Felicity said.

Just then, Amahlé’s phone rang. It was Major Keys.

She answered, forcing a smile. “Hey.”

At first, his voice was sweet. Checking in. Making sure she got home safe.

But then…

“How’s your friend?”

“Did she also see the video?”

“What did she say?”

“Do you think she still wants to talk to me?”

Amahlé’s smile wilted with each question. Her eyes dimmed, her heart dropping.

It was like she was invisible on her own call.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Maybe ask her yourself.”

But he kept rambling.

“I don’t want you guys to think I’m some violent guy. That’s not me. That fight meant nothing. I was just… I don’t know, pissed off. But I swear, I’m not like that.”

Amahlé closed her eyes. She was nodding, but inside, something quietly broke.

By the time she hung up, her throat felt tight.

Felicity reached for her hand, but Amahlé smiled faintly and said, “It’s okay.”

But the truth was, it wasn’t.

Not anymore.

Meanwhile,

Majorkeys had seen the internet spin him into gold — the misunderstood star, the angel in a fight gone viral. But it didn’t sit right with him. Not one bit.

They were dragging Victor through the mud.

Victor. His ride or die. The one who had bunked classes with him in primary, hustled beats with him before they had even touched real studio software. The one who used to sneak him peanut butter sandwiches during hard times.

And now? They weren’t talking. They weren’t even breathing in the same airspace.

That was enough to mess with his head. So he climbed into his car, hoodie pulled over his head, sunglasses shielding tired eyes, and drove through early morning Jozi traffic to Victor’s place in Silverlakes estate.

He didn’t knock. He never had to.

He just opened the door like he always used to and found Victor in the kitchen, casually blending something green.

Victor didn’t flinch. He looked over, expression unreadable, and without a word, grabbed another glass from the cupboard. Poured the smoothie evenly between them like nothing had ever happened.

Majorkeys took it with a nod and leaned against the counter.

“Look,” he started, voice low. “I’m really sorry, bro. I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know why I did that. It must’ve been the alcohol or the vibe, or—I don’t even know. It doesn’t make sense to me either.”

Victor stared into his glass, lips pressed together like he was weighing every word.

“You sure it was just that?” he asked quietly. “Because I’ve known you long. I’ve seen you angry. I’ve seen you drunk. But that? That wasn’t you, dawg.”

Majorkeys didn’t respond. His face said it all — confused, ashamed, tired.

Victor finally looked at him. “I mean… I thought that girl wasn’t even your type. You’re into models. Skinny things. Designer heels. Not…” He hesitated. “She’s chubby, bro. Too big for what you usually go for.”

“I know,” Majorkeys said quickly. “I know, okay. I know. I don’t know what else to say, man. I don’t know what this is. But I swear to you, it was nothing. There’s nothing going on.”

There was a beat of silence. Just the hum of the television sound in the background.

Victor finally exhaled, shoulders dropping.

“I don’t have it in me to be mad at you, dawg,” he said. “I just don’t. But I really do like her. I think she's adorable, and I want you to promise me… "Whatever happens, we always choose each other."”

Victors words made Majorkeys feel somehow but reached out his hand without hesitation, gripping Victor’s in a solid shake.

“Always,” he said, eyes locked. “I mean it.”

And in that moment, it felt real. It felt like something they’d both mean for life.

Just like the promise Amahle and Felicity — a promise to choose each other, no matter what boy, no matter what chaos.

But life had a way of testing those promises.

"What about that 5 Majorkeys asked

"Ahh, let's let it be no publicity is bad publicity, right?" Victor said