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I just want to log in, transform into Emerald, and talk to Cicada for the rest of the night. But I do need the money. I need to be there. The game gets bugs sometimes. Weird stuff starts happening when people try to hack in coins or trade new weapons. Lately, characters have been glitching out when they use a new crossbow that was released last week—falling through the map or losing upgrades—and when that happens, everyone blows up my DMs.
Nobody knows. Not even my family. Not even my boyfriend, Malcolm.
I cuddle up under his arm. Normally, I would call him Boo, but I feel weird using that word in front of everyone here. I have to physically concentrate on not rolling my eyes. Steph and Malcolm hate each other for the pettiest reasons. Steph thinks men have no business telling women what to do.
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That leaves me in the chasm in the middle, agreeing with both of them. Harper and Wyatt exchange glances.
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They always get quiet around Malcolm, the kid who got expelled from Belmont High on the south side. Okay, Wyatt, I see you. He slings his backpack off his shoulder, pulls out a couple of textbooks and his vape pen from the bottom shelf, and stuffs them inside his bag. Then he pauses, and his expression softens.
You know that. I want my Black goddess all the time, but you out here sounding like you work in a call center. The walls may have been defaced with vandalism, and the lockers may have been falling apart, but at least we got to be ourselves. I smile up at him now. I step up on my tiptoes and kiss that scar. Malcolm and I left Belmont together after freshman year, and Steph joined us. But I can see the whole conversation now. According to him, video games are distractions promoted by white society to slowly erode the focus and ambition of Black men.
He grins and rubs his nose against mine.
I bite my lip and smile. Malcolm is fine as hell, and he knows I know it. Not sure what kinds of drunken parties she thinks are going down here at Jefferson. If people are throwing them, Malcolm and I are never invited. I do have homework.
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His least favorite subject. As far as Malcolm is concerned, American history is white history, and therefore antiBlack. Robert Greene. You heard of it? Knowing Malcolm, the book is written by a Black man about Black men getting their education, starting their own businesses, becoming the heads of households, and raising gorgeous little Black children with their gorgeous Black queens. But he only reads books by Black men, Black women who edify Black men, and white men who reinforce his non-race-related philosophies, leaving me to keep my Cline and Le Guin to myself.
My whole body is screaming to let him come over tonight. The duel starts in fifteen minutes, which means it might be over by the time he reaches my house. That should give us a couple of hours together before Mom gets home.
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But just before I can give in, Malcolm is backing away from me. I want to worship my queen. I sigh, wishing so badly that I could invite him into the game with me. His attitude and curiosity would make him an expert dueler. To him, video games may be a distraction from becoming great, but I meant for it to do the exact opposite: to showcase how awesome we are as Black people, how multifaceted, resilient, and colorful we are. Separate is not equal. I clip my backpack across my chest and race down the Jefferson front steps, past the students clustering in their cliques, past the kids waiting for their parents to pick them up.
My house is just down the street from the school, so I walk home most days. It gets annoying sometimes, living so close. Game days make traffic on our street a nightmare. Lucky for me, it happened shortly after Malcolm got expelled, and I got to follow him out here to Jefferson, which I love and hate. I love that I can charge these kids sixty dollars a session to tutor them in math.
At Belmont, where 50 percent of the students are Black, and 70 percent are people of color, Malcolm and I got to be normal.
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I take in the fresh air. I reach our little gray house at the end of the cul-de-sac that caps Newberg Lane. Not like our home in SoDo anyway.
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This new house has two obnoxious white pillars on either side of the front door, and a wreath, and a peephole. I notice a new decoration on the porch—a stuffed rabbit doll made of pink tube socks, sticks, and various brightly colored plastic eggs. I mentally prepare myself for the encounter, since I have to get through it quick. I carefully untie my shoes and carry them with me into the kitchen, where I keep my shoe toothbrush in the pen drawer, so nobody will confuse it for a mouth toothbrush. But it still irks me when they get dirty. I find Mom and Steph sitting at the dining table, which always has eight place mats and a seasonal centerpiece, just in case Mom ever wants to throw a spontaneous dinner party.
She and Steph are hard at work poking pink and yellow plastic gerbera stems into a horn-shaped white basket in the center of the table and eating popcorn. These ones are as big around as baseballs, with the lenses punched out. Mine are boring black frames, with prescription lenses. She shrugs and looks up at me.
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Steph, I thought you were coming home early to work on posters. Maybe a certain someone? I deflect her question. I can do both flawlessly. A new text from Malcolm.