CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER THIRTYFIVE] All That Matters

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
MARCH 13th,1990

"Negro, get out of my face!" I yelled loudly as Cayde was currently chewing his puffy Cheetos in my face. I could smell the fake cheese on his breath and I wanted to throw up.

"Cheesy?" He asked while putting a cheeto in front of my eyes. I quickly grabbed the chip out of hand and threw it at him.

Rolling my eyes, "You're so fucking annoying Cayde. I swear." I said as I looked back down at the book I was reading.

Smacking his lips, "I know." He replied as he began chewing the chip in his mouth loudly.

This little boy was annoying the shit out of me.

Especially since I was trying to read the chapters Dr. Fitzpatrick assigned last class. We had NYU classes tomorrow so Cayde and I decided to do some studying at his house.

"C'mon Cayde, let's be productive. Put the chips down." I advised while my eyes narrowed at him.

Sighing, "Okay, okay okay. I'll be productive..." He said before he sucked the cheese from the chips from his fingers.

My face scrunched up in disgust as I watched him suck his fingers. "Do you need hand sanitizer?" I asked.

Furrowing his eyebrows, "I think so, I mean do I need hand sanitizer?" He inquired.

Lord help him.

Reaching for my pencil case, I took out my hand sanitizer and handed it over to him. "You do." I said as I watched him grab the hand sanitizer from me.

"Y'know what I don't understand?" Cayde began as he opened the hand sanitizer, pouring the contents into his hand. He rubbed his hands slowly, staring at me.

"What?"

"Why the hell is Dr.Fitzpatrick teaching us about slavery? I mean, I think it's disrespectful for a man who clearly looks like he came from the Caucuses Mountains himself to try and teach people like you and me about our ancestry." He said, putting the hand sanitizer back into my pencil case.

Laughing, "Is it really disrespectful?" I asked as my eyes looked back down at the book in front of me.

"Yes! It's outrageous! I personally feel that it's illegal for white people to teach black students about their ancestry. They don't understand the struggles our people had to face because they are the reasons why we struggled. These crackers have no respect!" Cayde exclaimed, causing me to swiftly look back up at him.

"Okay, Dr. Martin Luther Cayde. Let's calm down..." I responded as I noticed how tense he was becoming.

"Nah Mya, this man has us reading 12 years a slave! 12 years a slave! What the fuck does that have to do with political science?" He inquired as his voice carried around his living room.