Chapter 5: MalakiComputer training was such a joke. I could barely stay awake as Sergeant Djo, an older man in camo pants and a white T-shirt, gave a lecture on HTML code. We sat in a room that had been converted to a classroom full of long tables, hard chairs, and various types of computers. I also had my tablet in hand, as always.
As the sergeant paced and droned on about s**t I’ve been fluent in since fifth grade, my gaze wandered to the two aides who circled the room, making sure we dumbass students were doing things right.
One of the aides was a guy named Chase, and the other was Destiny.
She had her customary ponytail, a tight, white tank top under an open black jacket, and blue jeans I wanted to peel off.
When Destiny got closer to me, I concentrated on my tablet and actually to
