Treacherous Desire

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4

"What's up, fellas?" Kameron "Malik" Smith Junior yelled out to his group of friends as they existed the school, heading to the bus stop.

Kameron Malik Smith Junior had just finished his final day in seventh grade. He was thirteen, five-foot-nine, weighing about 140 pounds. He was the spitting image of his mother, smooth caramel skin tone, hazel eyes, dimples, and nice, natural, dark brown, thick, perfect waves. He had both his ears pierced and was known to everyone except his mom and dad as Malik. He hated being called Kameron.

He hated being called Junior even more because he didn't want anyone thinking he was even the slightest bit like his father.

Since his and his father's middle name was different, he preferred being addressed as that. Once he got older, he planned to legally change his name to Malik, but for the time being, he had to roll with it. For the time being, he had to do a lot of things he didn't want to do to keep his father from being an even bigger dick than he already was.

"What's up, Malik?" his best friend, Samuel "Sammy" Peterson, gave him dap.

"We 'bout to check out that damn center," their other friend, Reginald "Reggie" Larson, added, excited.

"Dang, man I wanna go, but..." Malik paused.

"But yo' pops hatin', huh?" Sammy laughed.

"I don't know what his problem is. He don't want me boxing he says." Malik shrugged.

"He just doesn't want you learning to fight and being able to kick his ass," Reggie commented.

"I agree with Reg. I say fuck your dad, man. Just go see what's up. If you don't like it, we can dip before it gets too late," Sammy encouraged.

"All right... All right, let's go."

Malik knew he was probably going to catch hell, but he didn't care. If the Steel McKnight boxing camp could help him learn how to protect his mother, then maybe it was worth a shot.

Julian and Jamel were going round for round with the boxing gloves when the doors of the centers opened and in walked the first prospects for the program. Julian took one look at Malik and knew he was related to Rozalynne.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Jamel whispered.

"Yep, Kameron's son?" Julian replied.

"What's he doing here, yo?" Jamel worried.

"I don't know, but he's here so let's make him feel welcomed," Julian instructed.

"All right, I just don't want to have to fuck his daddy up."

"Me either, but one step at a time."

Jamel and Julian exited the ring and approached the boys. Each of them had stars in their eyes as they watched Julian come walking up to them.

"What's up, young men?" Julian asked greeting each of them with a handshake. "So what's your names?"

Reggie smiled. "Reggie."

Sammy grinned. "Sammy, yo," he replied.

Julian approached Malik, his smile faded, and he tensed up and became very uncomfortable.

"What's your name, young blood?" he asked.

"Malik," Malik blankly stated.

"Okay, Malik, relax. There's no need to be uncomfortable or afraid here."