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💟Sharife Cooper~ The Series {3}💟

Previously...The next day the school hours were a blur, I barely remembered what was taught, I only remember leaving right after the bell. My spot on the bleachers however, was already being occupied when I got there. I sighed when I realized who it was, U TURN! I mentally yelled, I was going home. "Y/n!" his voice boomed from the top, "What?!" I yelled back, staying glued to my spot, I was adamant, I was going home. "Come on!" he yelled, gesturing me to come up the bleachers.

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I rolled my eyes as I turned around and walked away, sighing at the thought of going home to a most likely empty house. I didn't mind going home, but that was  my spot we were talking ab- "Y/n!" He called, interrupting my train of thought as I sped up my pace.

I ignored him as I kept walking, I should probably go to seven elev-"Y/N I KNOW YOU HEAR ME!" He continued yelling, at this point announce my name on radio, won't ya? If I walked any faster than I currently was, I'd look like I was running.

I feel like some hot cheetos and some skittl- "Y/n come on man, Ian got time for this, I just wanna talk to you" I heard, his voice now sounding less distant.

I sighed loudly before turning around, his chest rised and fell a little faster than usual, but it was barely noticable, I mean...he's an athlete. "Speak" I said after I quickly analyzed him, "not here" he said. "Then where? I'm going no where with you, my Momma crazy" I lied, she was far from actually, just dramatic, she was overly ecstatic when I assured her that I still liked boys after I stopped wearing earrings for a little bit a while ago. "Aight then your house" he shrugged, "what part of my momma crazy you don't understand dude?" I said, mugging him. "The part where her being crazy got anything to do with me" he said smartly, smirking sligthly. "You einstein huh?" I said mockingly, making him erupt in a fit of laughter. "Then come back to the bleachers" he said. "Uhh... who gone walk back there?" I asked. "Uhhh...then give me your number" he said "you must really think you slick huh?" I asked. "Come onnnn manee" he huffed, his phone already out of his pocket and extended to me, I sighed as I looked at him, was I really gonna give him my number?

"You can dm me" I said walking off, now like I was saying, some hot cheetos, some skittles, ooouuuu... some sour pat- "where you headed" I heard. I sighed as I turned around, "Can you not take a-mmmmph" the rest of my words becoming muffled as he slammed his lips against mine while I stood there shocked, his tongue had invaded the barrier of  my lips and was exploring mine, his hand snaked around me as he pulled me closer to him, our position only being awkward because of my hands that were sandwiched between the both of us. I was almost about to instinctively give into the kiss when I saw why it happened, Xyia had just passed us in her car, her tails in the passenger seats. I pushed Sharife away and just stared at him, his face not holding an ounce of shame, he gave a look of triumph and relief instead. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, deciding not to even confront the situation, I needed to get away from him and whatever him and this Xyia girl had going on. I wasn't known and I surely didn't want to become known for the wrong reasons. I hadn't bothered to look back as I speed paced down the street and to my home, I'd just have to settle for the contents of the kitchen pantry. He hadn't followed me and I was glad, I didn't need that.

I sighed as I made my way into the house, grateful to be in the space alone. I ran up the stairs and into my room, starting the shower while I found an outfit and stripped of my clothes.

I stood under the heat of the water as it ran down my neck and back, sighing at the comfort of the small space. I didn't even know how I felt, I didn't feel hurt because I didn't even really know him, I didn't feel angry per se neither did I feel happy or shocked. I just didn't know how to feel. I knew tomorrow would be drama filled and I rolled my eyes thinking about it, I was so deep in thought I didn't realize my playlist had already restarted, I sang along to the lyrics of Giveon's Favourite Mistake as I stepped out onto the the bathroom mat.

I plopped myself down on my bed as I facetimed my friend, y/f/n, getting ready to share the details of my day with her. "Frienddddddddd!" She exclaimed as she picked up, "what's up with the Soap Opera of Rife and Y/n/n todayyyy?!"

YaFav'sFav Out!🦋