𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞, 𝐨𝐦𝐛/𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧

forty eight.

TAMIA COOPER POV

NEXT DAY

I'm at the park just sitting on the swings. I'm so used to this park since I've been sleeping on these benches for the past week. They're more comfortable than you know.

I wanna sleep in an actual bed, but how? I can't go back to Shawn, that shit is dead. I don't even wanna go back to him anyway. He's dead to me.

And my own mother is also dead to me because she can't accept the fact that I'm into girls. So I guess I'm just stuck with these park benches.

I sighed and pulled out my phone to listen to music. Before I put my headphones in, I heard a very familiar voice shout my name. "COOP!"

My heart just fucking dropped. Why the fuck is Shawn running up to me right now?!

I sprung up from the swing and yelled at him so viciously. "What the hell are you doing here, Shawn?!"

"Damn, why so hostile?" He chuckled.

I'm not fucking chuckling. "Because you don't seem to understand what 'I'm done with you' means!"

He kept joking around. "Oh come on. Don't act like you didn't miss my face."

He gave me a cheesy smile and laughed hard. Meanwhile, I'm staring at him with not a single ounce of amusement on my face. I'm so fucking annoyed. "Are you seriously laughing?! Do I have to remind you that you tried to kill my homie?!"

Shawn sucked his teeth. "I'm not about to talk about this because you already know what I'mma say. You told me to."

"And I also told you not to do it, but you did it anyway!" I reminded him. "And I also don't like how you're making Tyrone be the peacemaker!"

Shawn shook his head. "Tyrone isn't doing that for me, he's doing that for himself. He misses you too."

"Well he can talk to me anytime. I don't have a problem with him. As for you, kindly fuck off."

I turned away from Shawn and walked away, but he chased after me and grabbed my wrist tight. So tight that it fucking hurts!

I tried to push him away with my free hand. "GET OFF OF ME! WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

"I MISS YOU, COOP! THAT'S MY PROBLEM! WE HAD A GOOD THING GOING!"

I finally managed to push him away from me. "We didn't have SHIT!"

Then I looked down at my now bruised wrist. He left a fucking mark on me! I bet he did it purposely too. "WE WILL NEVER HAVE SHIT, SHAWN!"

He frowned hard. "Don't do me like that. Not after everything I've done for you."

"Oh my god, I don't care if you gave me a place to stay! Stop trying to hold that over me! It's not going to make me run back into your arms!"

Shawn's frown shifted into a scowl. "Wow. You're defending that dude like crazy for what?!"