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💟Sharife Cooper~ The Series {5}💟

"You should've seen the look on her damn face" Y/n said to her friends through the phone, after " sincerely" apologizing, she asked to be excused from the table .

Making her way to her room,she immediately pulled out her phone and relayed the story to her friends on facetime, her facial expressions showed every emotion she felt as she spoke, trying her hardest not to leave out any details.

"Shawty that shit yo step sis pulled was fucked up" said, "she ain't even talked to you first, just aired all yo shit out" Chris replied.

"What y'all females be saying? Messy? Yeah y/n She mad messy" Michael said.

"I know right and that shit piss me the fuck off" I said rolling my eyes. Propping my phone on the desk in my room, I went through my closet looking for my outfit for tomorrow. Smiling satisfied once I put together my choice of a pair of straight legged jeans, a graphic tee and a pair of sneakers. I was tempted to add my bucket hat to complete the look, but decided against it. "Shawty where you at, why you not in the frame?" Michael asked, walking back into the camera's view with my outfit on its hanger, showing it to them, more so Michael. " I was picking out an outfit"   I said and set about ironing the tee shirt. "Alright y/n, get into the drip, finally learning how to dress" Michael said mocking me. "And this is why I don't like you" I replied in playful disgust while picking out accessories to go with my outfit. " aNd ThIs Is WhY I dOn'T lIkE yOu! mhmm alright, yeah okay shawty" Michael said , mocking my tone. "Aye y'all niggas being mad annoying" Chris said finally adding to the conversation, only now fully breaking concentration from the game he was playing. "You the one that lost though, Ion know why you mad at us, you only said two things the entire phone call" I rebutted, "it's not like you ain't know you can't play 2k for shit" Michael added, chuckling as his phone flipped, showing the ceiling.
We heard his door open followed by the sound of him going downstairs.

"Chris that nigga got somebody over there!" I announced as we both heard faint talking through the phone that gradually got louder as a pair of footsteps did. " no shit Sherlock " Chris said mugging me, dramatically throwing down his controller in fake shock. I smacked my teeth at him as I proceeded to try to hear what Michael and his company were saying. It became easier by the time Michael had gotten back into his room, the other person, who could only be distinguished by his slightly deeper voice, was talking about some girl that his brother recently been on and off with and another that he had met while trying to get away from the first girl. The situation sounded oddly familiar to me but I paid it no mind, I heard a topic switch as they came closer to the phone about an injury and then saw Michael "y'all two were quiet the whole time?" He asked as he picked up his phone.

" yeah and y/ n wanted to be in your business? " Chris asked rhetorically and I only now realised he was back on the game. "Mmcht leave me alone Leilani" I groaned. "Don't call me that dumb shit" Chris said kissing his teeth.

"anyway this the homie Omar" Michael introduced as another person came into view.

"Hey-" she started, only to be interrupted by her door opening, "y/n" her mother addressed. " I'mma talk to y'all tomorrow nice meeting you Omar" I said not waiting for them to respond before ending the call. "Ma?" I asked and by now she was comfortable on the bed as I packed my bag.  " come sit" she said patting the spot beside her.

Trying my best not to sigh, I put the last book in my bag and went to sit next to her.

"I feel like this place is changing you" She stated, saying it as if it had been something she observed. "I know you won't and I don't expect you to want to tell me everything, but you know I don't do well when it comes to people telling me things that you should've"

" I see the difference in you, trust me, I see that you ain't really adjusted yet and you kinda struggling to find yourself and I know that it's my fault" she pause to sigh, laying her head on my shoulder as she continued, "I know you probably ain't even wanna be here and that you don't like-"

"But I do! " I interjected, cutting my own self short of speech when I saw the look on her face "I'm sorry, I like Leilani and her Dad, it's just that she be doing some things that Ion like, it's frustrating"

" I know, y/n/n" she sighed again.

"So why you don't say nothing ma?" I asked, " because I'm tryna fall in with everything and everybody just the same way" She said lowly, almost afraid to confess the fact. "I'm scared that we be losing ourselves tryna fit"

"That's why I'm glad that you began opening up to me and today I felt like you was gonna stop, like you was gonna get comfortable and feel like you ain't need me" She sighed.

"I'm sorry ma" I said, almost on the verge of tears "truth is...."

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After telling her everything in it's entirety, she told me that I should probably just leave him alone, which I really didn't understand, especially considering the way things have been going.

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I tossed and turned in discomfort, each movement a failed attempt to fall asleep. My phone tempted me as my fingers subconsciously reached for it, a great pass time for the insomniac night.

I mindlessly scrolled through my feed, bored at the fact that it was basically the same thing on a different day, a few memes and inspirational quote pages here and there, the gossip of theshaderoom littering news about almost anything that you can report news on, among other things, and the other  posts of the people she followed.

It.zzz.lei posted a picture                      10 mins

I clicked on the notification in hopes of seeing something interesting, but it was another pretty picture of my dear stepsister, taken in front of her mirror with the assistance of her ring light. I didn't bother adding anything to the picture but my view, but I had seen that the post had already garnered  attention by means of a sturdy amount of comments. I was marvelled by the idea that it had sucked up attention almost as well as the person who person who posted it, especially considering the short time span of it's existence and the time of night. I clicked on the comments, curious as to who had found her that important to have almost, if not immediately, found the time to interact that much with one post.

Unsurprisingly, in her comments I found her devout friends and self proclaimed well wishers, who praised the post as it were some religion. Scrolling through the abundance of compliments, I almost felt sick at the makeshift celebrity status they gave her for no reason. As beautiful as the word could go the distance to describe, but as talentless as a Kardashian seems to the world.

However, one particular comment had caught my eye, intrigue striking me as I saw the username, cringe shaking my bones as I read the comment.

"FaAaVvV" I mocked in my head, elongation of the three letter word used as  my form of exaggeration.