CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER TWENTYSEVEN] Unfortunate

[SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS]

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
   JANUARY 26th,1990

"Why is she so calm around you and not me?" Jordan asked as he observed the way I handled baby Kyra. Jordan was at my house afterschool so we can actually work together instead of individually.

Chuckling, "Because, you have no patience." I respond and he scoffed, looking to the side.

"I have a tonshit of patience. I just don't be having the time for the extra-ness." He responded. His eyes piercing back at me as a grin formed on his face.

"I could believe that."

"Kinda surprised you ain't going to that party tonight at the school." He lowly said.

"Why are you surprised?" I asked him. Looking at him, waiting for a response.

"For starters, you date Malaki so you're guilty by association."

"Malik."

"Who?"

"His name is Malik." I corrected and I could tell he didn't care for the correction as he kissed his teeth.

"Yeah that."

"And that's not my type of crowd. Dancing in a smelly ass gym? I think the fuck not." I said and he chuckled his head.

"I could second that." He replied as I laid baby Kyra down on the seat next to me.

"You hungry? My mom left $60 so we can order pizza or something." I asked and he nodded his head.

"Bet, Where are your folks anyways?"

"My dad is at a convention somewhere upstate & my mom is doing overtime at the hospital so she's coming home in the morning. My brother Ahmad is at college but he ain't coming home anytime soon. So It's just us here." I said he slouched in his seat.

"Oh, ok. Is it always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Your parents not here."

"For the most part, yeah. It's mostly always me by myself. I got used to it tho. So what you wanna eat?" I asked, getting up from my seat on the living room couch and grabbing the money that was underneath the vase on the kitchen table.