CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER TWENTYTWO] Disagreements

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
  JANUARY 4th, 1990

Outrageous.

Absolutely outrageous.

A son?

A child?

An offspring?

Without me being notified?

That's ridiculous.

"So you mean to tell me that Malik has you playing Stepmommy?" Ashley asks with a little chuckle and I kiss my teeth.

"That's not funny." I say and she raises both of her hands in defense.

"Probably not the right time." She mumbles as we were both walking to her house.

"It most definitely was not." I say and she sighs.

"Well.. did you talk to Malik about what you heard?" She asks and I look off to the side.

"Nah."

"Did you guys even hold a conversation?"

"Nah."

"So you're ignoring him?" She asks and I look at her.

"I mean he called but I kind of brushed him off and told him that I was busy each time he called. I don't wanna just ask him if he has a son because I don't know how he'll take it." I say and she kisses her teeth.

"How will he take it exactly?" She asks and I shrug.

"I don't know. What if that Korea girl was delusional or something?" I ask and Ashley shoots me a 'are you deadass?' look.

"She literally described your boyfriend. Who else had a heat stroke this year? I feel as if you should be straight forward with Malik and ask him. If he takes it a certain way then oh well." She says and I close my mouth.

"You got a point." I mumble and she laughs as she walks up the stairs to her house. I followed behind her and looked at the outside of it.

It looked huge as hell and I knew the inside must be bigger.

She pulled out the keys from her bag and put it into the doorknob, eventually opening the door.

The sight of the place was beautiful.

My house was big but it wasn't this big. It was like a Ghetto Bougie Mansion in the hood and I was impressed.

Her father must be a successful ass lawyer to afford a crib like this.

I stepped inside as she closed the front door.

"Bienvenido a mi casa!" She yells and I furrow my eyebrows.