CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER FIFTEEN] No Place I'd Rather Be

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
NOVEMBER 10th, 1989

Half of the basketball team was inside of this hospital waiting room.

I was slouched in one of the seats provided. In a worried state of mind.

I hope Malik is okay. It was all just a shock and a rush of emotions. I knew something wasn't right when he was slurring his words. But I didn't think it was this serious for him to pass out.

I started to slowly shake my left leg as I looked around the place. I was not only anxious but I was scared.

I didn't want to loose him yet. Especially since we have gotten so close these past two months.

Aaliyah & Ashley was right.

Why was I really waiting?

I didn't know in the beginning but I knew now.

I didn't want to be hurt.

I've seen what relationships do to people and I didn't want to experience that type of emotional trauma. I wasn't ready to dedicate my heart to someone yet. I didn't want to fall in love.

I've learned how to guard myself since young and it's really hard for me to open up to people because I know nothing lasts forever. And if I date Malik, I would want it to last. And even if it doesn't last, at least we tried.

"I hope that nigga is alive." Lesane says and I turn my head to look at him.

I hope so too.

"That nigga is good. He was probably drunk." Another boy says and he looked familiar. He looked like the boy that whispered into Malik's ear the time I went to see him in the gym.

"That nigga don't even drink. Be realistic." A brown skin boy says with a dash of aggression in his voice and I rolled my eyes.

I was really the only female here. I had to tag along with the basketball team. I had to make sure Malik was okay. I already told my mother that I was going to be home late because my friend is in the hospital. She said okay and told me to be careful and if I wanted to be picked up, just call Ahmad.

Malik's parents were inside his hospital room. I have never seen anyone reach a location as fast as them.

I looked up and I see Malik's father stepping out of the room. He had a sense of relief plastered on his face which made my anxiety slowly dwindle.

"Is he good?" Lesane asks Malik's dad and I ease up a little in my seat.

"You all can go in there." Malik's dad responds, walking away to the exitway of the hospital.

I got up from my seat and walked towards the hospital room. Lesane and the others went inside but I wasn't sure if I wanted to enter inside yet.

I really didn't want to see Malik in such a vulnerable state.