CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER TEN] Unleash The Demons

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
SEPTEMBER 16th,1989

"I want to love you, pretty young thing!" The Michael Jackson song played from my radio.

It was the following Saturday and that meant cleaning.

I was currently sweeping my room and listening to music.

I went to bed angry last night.

I must admit I sort of jabbed at him but that doesn't give him the right to call me out of my name. If he felt a way he could have made it be known.

I put the broomstick down and looked at my now clean room.

It was spotless.

Ahmad decided that he was going to go to community college.

He was going to start in January so he had a few months to just chill inside the house.

It was 11:29am.

I already took a shower from 8am and I didn't really have anything to do.

I carefully jumped on my bed and sat down on it.

P.Y.T by Michael Jackson was over and Saving All My Love started playing.

I sighed and looked over at the phone inside of my room.

I wanted to call Malik but I did not want to let go of my pride.

I liked him.

I liked him a lot.

And I really wanted him.

But.

I didn't want to go into a relationship so quick.

I've known him for almost a month.

That's too fast.

We don't do that type of shit around here.

"You said patient... just wait a little longer! But that's just an old fantasy!" Whitney's voice echoes through my room and fall back on the bed.

I looked up at the ceiling and I let out a huge sigh.

All I saw was a fucking ceiling fan.

That's how reality hits you.

I was really infatuated with him.

And he was infatuated with me back.

Wow.

I really like him.

That's unbelievable.

I don't like anyone.

I barely like my own company.