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💟Sharife Cooper~ The Series {2}💟

....I internally sighed before I turned my attention toward my shoulder. "Are you gonna move?" I asked this audacious person that I newly met. "Chill shawty damn, give me five minutes" he said, looking around uneasily. "Why should I?" I asked with an attitude, "Can you chill?" he asked, "I just need your help ma". "I ain't y-" I was interrupted as Sharife dropped himself on my lap, hiding his face by turning himself in my direction. "You'd think that you'd be glad I actually need you for something" he muttered, but I caught it. "Y/N!" I heard some female from school yell from on the court, "WASSUP?!" I yelled back, this probably had something to do with Sharife, the girl doesn't even know me . "WHO YOU WITH?" She asked "CHRIS!" I said yelling back, if I could get her to go away he'd probably leave me alone right? "HEY CHRIS!" she yelled and Sharife put up a peace sign, acknowledging her presence. "WHY HE AIN'T TALKING?!" She asked confused, Chris, unlike me, talked to other people. "HE AIN'T FEELING TOO GOOD" I yelled back, thanking God that I thought fast. "AIGHT FEEL BETTER CHRIS!" she yelled leaving the court. Her friends, apparently, weren't too far behind her in her exit, all leaving the court to go somewhere else, probably to look for the person laying in my lap. "she gone?" Sharife asked, his volume a little bit over a whisper, "yeah" I said "now leave me alone, we don't know each other" pushing his head off my lap and it only fell back on my shoulder instead. "I know he got a big head but damn, why he always need a headrest? head first body having ass nigga" I mumbled to myself "oh so you funny now?" he asked and his tone lowkey intimidated me. "say that for me to hear clearly y/n" he said "I saiddddddd, your head must be heavy the way you constantly need a headrest, Animated version of Mr. Bean  body having ass nigg-", "Mr bean body having ass nigga y/n?" he asked, lifting his head off of my shoulder, "yes and don't interrupt me Sharife" I said. "What's your problem?"  he asked, furrowing his eyebrows at me, "Nah, what's your problem Sharife?! who the hell walks up to a stranger and is like oooouuuuuuuu, lemme use them as a headrest and a way to hide from my hoes?" I asked "I'm sorry but you gotta chill on allat attitude shawty". "Can you leave?" I asked "like now?"

I ended up leaving instead and just heading home, the day was boring but I didn't want it to end that eventfully. I talked to Chris and Michael that evening, Chris telling me all the details of when he bumped in to that girl, Xyia, I ended up finding out her name was. He told me she bombarded him when she saw him at CVS, asking him how he felt and stuff. He covered for me well enough though, claiming to have perfectly portrayed a sickly manner as soon as he got what she was saying. I love his extra, I guess drama club paid off for him there, the way he spoke of feigning sickness you would  think his first name was William, last name Shakespeare. I talked to y/f/n later that night, she spent most of the time fangirling over Sharife. After I had talked to all three of them about the encounter, they all decided I was being rude, I  mean I partially see where I went overboard, but he just came up to me and did the most, what was I supposed to do?

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.