Y/n POV
It was the last day of the project and h low key was sad because I got to hang out with Sharife a lot and now I won't have the excuse.
"Bye grand baby grandma loves you" my mom looked at the baby.
"So you're ready for grandchildren?"
"Hell nah I'm still young" she fluffed out her new Brazilian lace.
"Bye old woman"
"I'm 39" she said
"Bye"
"What's up Y/n" sharife came up to me in the hallway
"Hey" I hand him the baby
"This the last day lil man" he talked to the doll.
"It was cool while it lasted" I grab my notebook out my locker.
"You had the dopest parents I tell you that. Ya mom was beautiful as hell and ya dad is fine and good at basketball best combination"he said causing me to blush he called me beautiful.
"Beautiful huh?" I ask smirking.
"Beautiful as hell" he said
"Thank you" I smile.
"He What you thanking me for? Calling you beautiful? Girl move"
I went to class and I got tired all of sudden.
"Hey girl" my friend Cara said to me.
"Hey"
"You sad ain't you?" She asked
"Yes" I poke out my lip.
"Don't be sad I believe this is going somewhere" she said before walking away from me.
I got to the class room and I dreaded this.
"Okay everyone turn in your babies" the teacher said with her clipboard.
We sat in our seats but Sharife sat next to me.
"Look I know the project over and everything but I was wondering could I take you out?"
"Of course"
"For real ?" He asked confused like
"Yeah"I smile nodding
"Say lesss" he said walking to his seat and all his lil friends patted his back saying 'yessir'
