CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER THREE] Fast Food

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
  SEPTEMBER 8th,1989

I walked outside of the school building with hella happiness. It was a Friday, the end of the week.

I remembered that my mom said that she couldn't pick me up today so I would have to take the bus.

Not saying I didn't know how to take a bus, but the way things are set up in D.C is way different from here in New York.

I reached in my back pocket and took out my metro card. I noticed that there was a B46 bus stop down the block and I could transfer and take the two train.

As I begin to put the metro card back in my back pocket, a voice stopped me.

"That was a smart choice." The voice said.

I didn't turn around at first but I recognized the voice and I slowly turned around.

It was Malik.

"How was it smart?" I ask and he laughed.

"Where you heading?" He asks and I fold my arms.

"Why do you want to know?" I ask and he shakes his head.

He does a little corny look away, and then looks back at me.

I thought the whole thing was pathetic as hell and I just really wanted to go home.

"I could drop you home." He offers and I just stare at him.

"Don't you have a party to set up? It's Friday right? You dropping me home should be the least of your worries, I'll take the bus." I say and I notice him smile a bit.

"I'm not the one setting up. All I do is host and attend. Besides, the party starts at 8. It's literally after 2. I got time." He says and I begin to acknowledge his assertion.

"Okay. That's cool." I say and he lets out a loud sigh.

"Just let me take you home." He says and I tilt my head.

It felt like one of those scenarios where the devil is telling me to go and the angel is telling me not to.

I didn't know which side to pick.

I didn't know this boy but he's making an effort to know me.

Was it really bad?

I looked at him and he flashes me a smile and I sigh.

I really didn't want to take public transportation at all so I decided to put my pride aside.