"sharife stop touching my hair." i said trying to do my work. we were currently in my dorm, and he's in here for no reason. i was laying down on my stomach looking at my computer, and sharife was just staring at me and playing in my hair.
we've gotten closer i guess. we're just friends though.. not that i have a problem with that. "i'm bored." he said pulling on my hair. "go do your homework." i tell him.
he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "let's go out tonight." he caught me off guard. i snapped my neck. "what?" he asked smiling. i shook my head and looked back at my laptop.
"we do sum every night, why you seem surprised i'm asking you right now." he asked. i shrugged, knowing good and damn well i wanted to GO OUT instead.
i started typing my paragraph. "you been doing work all day, take a break." but i still continue typing. my laptop closes and i look up.
"you'll finish when we get back." i hide away my smile and rolled my eyes. "stop rolling your eyes at me, and get ready." he said annoyed and getting up. "where exactly are we going." he ignored me and walked out of the room.
i sigh and get dressed. i wore a tank top and oversized navy blue pants. i sprayed some cotton candy mist.
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i grab my phone, keys and sunglasses. i walked out and opened sharife's door to his dorm, it's usually unlocked most of the time. i walk in and see sharife without a shirt on. i wanted to look away but i couldn't.
he turned around and i looked down at my phone like i was doing something. he walked towards me laughing. "i saw you looking.. and your phone isn't even on." i looked away shaking my head.
"it's ok. i don't mind." he said winking at me. i just laughed nervously, feeling the butterflies in my cooch. i didn't look him directly in his face.
for the past couple of weeks me and sharife have been flirting, but he's probably doing it as a joke, so i didn't take him seriously, and i doubt he took me seriously.
i'm actually kinda feeling him, i don't know if he noticed. and God knows i would never tell him. "so where are we going?" i asked.
"where's you shirt?" i looked up to sharife staring at my outfit. i pointed at my crop top confused. "go wear a shirt khia." i scrunched up my face. "this is my shirt, and i'm not changing."
"anyways." he said annoyed. "i don't know where we're going." he said. "really? i have work to do." i said frowning. "we're still going somewhere, you need a break." i sigh knowing he was right. "but i don't know when we're getting back, and i don't wanna fail this class."
