This desk isn’t for people like you.”
Ethan Cole’s voice cut through the morning chatter like glass on tile. He was sprawled across Malik Johnson’s desk, one leg on the chair, the other tapping against the wood as if marking territory.
A few students snickered. One took out their phone. Malik stopped in the doorway, hoodie half-zipped, hands in his pockets. He didn’t say a word. His eyes moved from Ethan’s smug grin to the crumpled homework shoved under his sneaker.
“Going to stand there all day, or are you finally dropping out?” Ethan’s tone was casual cruelty—the kind that had history.
Malik stepped forward, setting his backpack down with deliberate care. The air shifted—small details like Jaden in the back straightening in his seat, and Ms. Ramirez pausing mid-mark in her grade book. Malik pulled out his chair, the one Ethan was blocking, and looked at….Read Full Story Here……………………
