girls need love | sharife cooper

08

Sharife

"Why would you think that was okay to do?"

Because I clearly wasn't thinking straight.

"It was an in the moment thing, I don't know. I reacted too quickly without thinking," I shrugged nonchalantly.

I was over  this situation. Everyone has been asking me about this shit. Social media is a bitch, because this was all everyone could talk about and people had mixed reactions. All I did was push the bitch, they act like I bitch slapped her or something.

Mia frowned at me, "That's not an excuse."

"You're right, it's the truth," I rolled my eyes.

"What happened though? Why did it get to that point?"

My phone rang. And I was happy, but when I saw coach Pearl's name across the screen it quickly disappeared.

My stomach sunk, I hadn't even thought about the conversation I would have to have with him and it was something I wasn't looking forward to.

"I need to take this," I snatched the phone up stepping outside.

I answered the call with a weary sigh, "Coach," I said plainly.

"What the hell got into you Cooper?" he yelled through the phone.

It sent a painful ring through my ear, instinctively I moved the phone from my ear.

I could still hear him yelling through the phone but couldn't make out anything he was saying.

"Coach listen, it's not what it looks like. She put her hands on me first and I just...I just snapped and reacted. That crazy bitch knocked out my tooth, I'm wearing some temporary bullshit right now," I let out angrily.

It was silent for a moment before he let out a long, drawn out sigh.

"Sharife," he started, "we all get into situations where our patience is tested but that doesn't mean we should respond to it with anger. Cliché saying but true nonetheless: "Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it." You have eyes on you at all times, you have to carry yourself with a different grace, a different walk. You're going into the draft this summer no? Things like this can affect that. You have to move differently."

He was right and his words sat heavily with me but I felt fucked for this. I groaned putting my hands on my head.

"Am I fucked? I can't get out of this can I?" I cringed at the thought of not being able to go pro or maybe even stay and play for the rest of the season.

I lived for the moment I got drafted and I'd be damned if some bitch who's good for nothing more than a nut was going to take it away.

"Of course not. I'm talking with Bowman and Flanigan right now. Even with this shit video out, we'll come out ahead of it and it'll be under control. Just stay out of trouble and come to practice!" he said before the line disconnected.

I shook my head shoving the phone in my pocket. As I stood up, right on time Omar pulled into the driveway.

He got out and looked at me with concern but it didn't read that he knew I knew.

Before he could make it to the top of the driveway, I approached him.

"Rife, what the hell happened?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

I laughed sarcastically, "What happened was I found out you was fucking the same bitch that I was fucking," his face fell.

I continued, "But not only that, she's pregnant. Yeah, surprise. You're a father to be and I'm the uncle," I shoved him, pushing him up against the car.