CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER SIX] Tears Will Be Weary

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
SEPTEMBER 12th, 1989

"Wow." Aaliyah says looking at me with a surprised expression.

It was the next day after the information I found out yesterday.

I was currently at lunch sitting with Aaliyah, telling her all the Lipton.

"I mean, nothing really surprises me anymore." I say, playing with the lettuce from my sandwich.

"It shouldn't." She says, looking down at her hands and then back up at me.

"That's your bestie though." I say and she laughs.

"Sometimes I wonder why. He always disappoints me. It's dreadful seeing someone with so much potential do fucked up shit." She says and I sigh.

"That's life. It's either you fuck up or get fucked up." I respond and she nods.

"Foreal." She responds and I shake my head.

I was honestly bothered.

I really felt like he was genuine but I guess that was a whole lie.

I was really starting to like him as a person and then he goes ahead and fucks it up.

I look across the cafeteria and I see Malik and the whole basketball team entire.

I roll my eyes and look at Aaliyah.

"You should confront him." She says and I laugh.

"Don't have the time to hear any bullshit. I'll let him figure it out on his own. Let his conscience mess with him." I say and she coughs.

"You better rethink your decision because he's coming this way." She says and I notice Malik walking in the direction of my lunch table.

I started internally panicking because I did not plan for this at all.

Malik reached my lunch table with a huge smile, sitting in front of me and Aaliyah.

"Liyah!" He exclaims and she hesitantly smiles.

"Hey... Malik." She says and he tilts his head.

"Since when do you call me Malik?" He asks and she shrugs.

"Ima leave you two here... I have to... I think I have to use the restroom." She says getting up and rushing towards the cafeteria exit.