The halls are suddenly silenced by the clicking of Amelie's thick heels. The remaining whispers are muted at the sight of someone else walking next to the brunette: Cassey Williams.
Malcolm couldn't care less.
He opens his lockers to return his books from the day, taking a few notebooks to bring home. Then, he leaves to the parking lot, leaving behind the rising volume of the crowd, brewing gossips and rumors about why Amelie and Cassey are walking home together.
Malcolm enters his jet black sports car, settling down on the heated leather seat from the late afternoon sun. There is a knock in the tinted window. It slides down to reveal the ever-charming Davin Lee.
"You coming to Lisa's tonight?" he asks immediately, an arm on the roof of Malcolm's car. Malcolm's thick lips form a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Sure."
He starts the engine and leaves school grounds.
His navy shirt is now drenched in sweat as they trickle down his forehead and body, skin rich in melanin.
He stops his car and a man in dark suit immediately opens the door. Malcolm walks into the tall building as the man parks his sports car.
"He's ready for you," a lady says as soon as he enters the building. She walks next to him, a few files in hand. She has an earpiece that she speaks into. She taps her card and they both enter the elevator to the very top floor.
They walk to a black door, the word PRESIDENT contrasting the dark wood. The room is surrounded by transparent walls like windows. Malcolm doesn't even knock anymore.
Sitting at the armchair facing the city beyond is Malcolm's father – or so Malcolm thinks.
But as the chair spins, Malcolm does not see his dark skinned father, hair grey like cigarette smoke. Sitting on that chair is a girl, petite and olive, appearance sweet like honey.
But he knows better than to believe that she is.
No one stepping into this room is.
Author's Note:
This is kind of straying from the first two chapters but it will make sense (maybe) soon. I'm starting to think that I can't really keep this novella length but I'll try. Thank you for everyone who's voting and commenting. Your support is extremely appreciated. See you next chapter!
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Deconstruction of Privilege
Teen FictionThere are two types when it comes to people. There is the yin, the yang; the thick, the thin; the wrong, the right; the dark and the light. There is Amelie Jones, quintessence of popularity, the 'has it all' and Cassey Williams, eccentric loner, the...
