Third-Person POV

KHANDI & KHANDIJAH YORK, PRINCESSES OF DIAMONDS

Los Angeles, California. Walton Condominium Complex.

"It's time, Khadijah," Khandi York said to her twin sister as the two leggy and model-esque socialites met each other at the fitness center of the spacious and exclusive residential area. "Grandma and Grandpa notified me earlier of Kyle discovering Dad being a member of the Titan Club alongside the Dermotts and that jock's friends."

"Right," Khadijah, the more gung-ho twin, commented as she sipped on her bottle of Vitamin Water. "And if we know Dad any better, he already has Kyle on a tight leash with his demands of being a part of the popular kids and shit."

"I actually liked our brother wanting to remain this badass nerd who doesn't shy away from his studies and likes to hang out with the other rejects," Khandi, the more-sensible and calculated twin sister, replied as they made their way to the locker room with gym bags in hand. "He could attract anyone who wasn't a jock- the gangsta kids from the rough streets of Compton, the moody Goths, and even those Valley Girls and Boys who aren't as clueless and beauty-minded as we all think. And don't forget the times he was ready to cuss Dad out because he was accused of not being a part of the in-crowd. With his sass and the ability to make even the hardest and flithy-mouthed sailor look like a nun, he could make everyone who hates kids like him drop to their knees. Makes me wish that we'd been there for him more often."

"I know, girl, but we can't turn the tide now. We have a chance to make things right by getting to Berkeley after today and making sure that he doesn't become a Titan Club member," Khadjiah said. "On the off chance that he does, we'll do whatever we can to bring him back to the atypical-nerdy personality that we know and love."

"And if not?"

The question remained unanswered as both girls changed into their workout clothes and channeled their frustrations into burning calories that kept their model-worthy looks on point. And after years of being under their parents' tutelage, they still managed to remain the socialites and divas of southern California while remembering their little brother and their fond memories of him being a class all their own.

They knew that he could handle himself, but worried that it would be a matter of time until their father would take drastic measures to get Kyle into the older man's manifesto. And it also meant that the Titan Club (all of them superheroes with a sexual appetite that had no limits) would soon have their hands on him one way or another. Which made it all the more reason to not only make things right but also spirit the young man out of Berkeley and somewhere he could finally be himself.

After two hours of working out, both women had showered, changed, and replenished their electrolytes before heading to their cars (that had their packed suitcases in the trunks) with the intention of heading north to visit their family. "Berkeley, here we come," Khadijah commented, sliding her Dior sunglasses on. "We'll stop for gas once we hit the main highway, Khandi. We need to be there by tomorrow morning."

"Got it," her twin commented as they got into their matching BMW sedans and pulled out of the parkway, thus kicking off their plans to save their brother. Little did they know, gentle reader, was that the wheels of change were already in motion. And whether they and any of the Outcasts liked it or not, nothing would ever be the same.

Ladies and gentlemen, Khadijah and Khandi York have joined this story. And as the last paragraph suggests, they're on their way to the York family home and ready to reunite with their parents and Kyle. But little did they know is that things will be changing in so many ways, starting with Kyle and his new look. And you'll see it and so much more in the next chapter, so don't miss out!

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