The Argument – Part IV “Mya’s Secret”
Mya and Clarke had been inseparable since their freshman year at Georgetown, so moving in together as roommates was a no-brainer. They rented a cozy two-bedroom townhouse near Rock Creek Park, complete with a chill patio that perfectly suited Mya’s occasional indulgence in a blunt—always indica, since sativa wasn’t her vibe. The patio, with a Japanese Maple at its center and six-foot hedges enclosing the space, quickly became Mya’s sanctuary—a place to light up and let the day’s stress melt away. She had a deep appreciation for her weed, okay obsession, whatever, the girl likes weed. In the first month of living together, they hit up the annual “Real HU” football game—a legendary showdown between Hampton University and Howard University. For any Black college student in DC, this game was like a rite of passage. In case you’re wondering, Howard came out on top, 24-13, but the game was just the prelude to a night they wouldn’t forget. After the game, Mya and Clarke rolled up to Celebrity Hall on Georgia Avenue, a Go-Go club known as the “Black Hole.” And let’s be clear—Go-Go isn’t about dancers; it’s the heartbeat of DC funk, a sound that’s been moving souls since the '70s. The vibe at the Black Hole was typical: thumping beats, a crowd so tight you could barely move. With the Howard players in the house, riding the high of their win, the whole scene felt almost surreal, like an out-of-body experience. Gideon, with Preach in tow, was weaving through the club when he spotted Clarke. In that moment, he forgot how to move—how to breathe. There she was, on the dance floor, moving to Rare Essence like she owned the place, commanding the energy around her, with Gideon helplessly at its center. It wasn’t just how she moved; it was the confidence radiating from every sway, every turn of her body. She had the attention of every brother in the club—and more than a few sistas. But Clarke could give two fucks. She was in a world of her own, and Gideon wanted in. Sure, Mya was turning heads too, but Clarke’s vibe was next level. In the soulful, rhythmic heat of the Black Hole, Gideon and Clarke would meet and ignite a spark that would burn for years. And that fire would only blaze hotter when "The Argument" eventually unfolded. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Fast forward a year, and Clarke and Gideon were deep into their relationship. From the beginning, it was effortless—she was always craving him, and he could hardly breathe without her. They found purpose and belonging in each other, and to them, that was everything. Clarke and Mya had a deal: whenever Clarke wanted a special night with Gideon, Mya would give them space and head out. But one night, while Mya was out, she had an experience that would stick with her, something that would ultimately fuel “The Argument” years later. That evening, Gideon showed up at the townhouse with a bottle of wine and some takeout from...
