CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER TWENTYNINE] Clearing The Air

(from a long hiatus, i've decided to bless y'all with y'all favorite couple! yes, i'm talking about malik & a'mya! i know y'all nasir stans are pressed. hope you all enjoy this chapter <3)

[EXCUSE ANY ERRORS]

BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
FEBRUARY 7th, 1990

"Hey Rakim!" I exclaimed as I walked into the Johnson residence.

It was afterschool and Malik said he wanted to talk about something important. I didn't know what he wanted to discuss nor did I have an idea. But it must be really serious if he's asking to have this conversation at his house.

The ending of the basketball season is slowly approaching so I haven't been able to see him as much because he's been at practice more than usual.

I wanted to talk to him anyway because the Alyssa incident has been weighing heavily in my mind. I don't necessarily know why but apart of me believes her.

I don't think Malik is cheating on me but I do believe that something isn't right totally within our relationship.

Needless to say, I'm concerned.

"Where's Malik." Rakim asked quickly, pushing in the front door behind me.

"So you're not gonna greet your guest?" I asked, waiting for his curtesy.

"You've been here how many times? I don't need to keep greeting you.. You're like a main character at this point." He said, looking at me up and down.

Rolling my eyes, "Well your brother is parking his car in the driveway." I said, beginning to take off my shoes.

"Let's hope he backs up too much and crashes into a wall." Rakim mumbled, walking away from me and heading towards the living room couch.

I shook off Rakim's comment and placed my shoes on the shoe rack near the front door.

I looked up and noticed how messy the place looked. It was bowls all on the floor and it smelled like straight up shit. I was genuinely confused because every time I came over, the house was clean.

"What is that smell? And why does this house look so messy!" I loudly exclaimed before covering my nose with my left hand.

Rakim kissed his teeth. "Who are you? Stanley Steamer? Why you grilling the place like that?" He asked, furrowing his arched eyebrows at me.

"I'm grilling the place because it looks a mess. Y'all parents aren't here?" I asked, taking off my coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

"They at some church convention upstate. They haven't been here for a whole week." Rakim replied, turning on the tv.