GOOD GIRL
Chapter 1
Marissa Cambell was a beautiful girl with a flawless caramel complexion. She was about five foot five and a half inches tall, had small four and a half sized feet, and long black hair that reached the mid of her back. She was what every guy stereotyped as the type of girl that was thin in waist and cute in the face. She was the epitome of a good girl. She was raised by two, somewhat strict, parents who expected nothing but the best from her. She was taught that she was to be the top in all her classes, to always act like a lady, and to always take credit for what she did, whether it was good or bad.
While that was all well and good, these things caused people to believe that she was a stuck up prude. Now she wasn’t now nor has she ever been a stuck up prude but because her parents had her attached to a very short leash it was very hard for her to really ‘live’ the teen experience.
Now don’t get me wrong, she had friends, but those were few and far between. Her best friend Oryan played football, okay so he was the star on the football team, so most people kind of left her alone. The only thing wrong with that was that she and Oryan’s older brother Omari didn’t get along at all.
Omari was cocky as hell because all of the girls around the school would do almost anything just to get him to say hello and yet she didn’t see the point in degrading herself just to make him happy. One thing that she really thanked her parents for was them telling her that she was a good person and was worth something because that gave her self-confidence that allowed her to watch herself when it came to people like Omari.
Marissa woke up early Friday morning and proceeded to get dressed for school. It was March, and the warm weather was coming in and she was ready to start wearing her spring/summer clothes. She stretched as she got out of bed and made her way to her connecting bathroom where she proceeded to shower using her ‘Amber Romance’ scented body wash that she had been buying from Victoria’s Secret for the last couple of years.
After she got out of the shower she walked back into her room and sprayed on her ‘Amber Romance’ scented body splash before massaging the matching silkening body lotion into her skin. Once she was done she opened her top drawer and pulled out a white lightly lined demi bra that had the back closed with the Victoria’s Secret ‘V’ embroidered into the material and matching thong and slipped them on.
Once she had on her underclothes she made her way back to the bathroom where she brushed and flossed her teeth before gargling with Listerine. With that done she walked back into her room and made her way into her closet where she would pick out her outfit for the day.
She grabbed her blue sandblasted cargo BCBG jeans that fit all of her curves perfectly, a transparent spaghetti strapped floral BCBG tunic, and picked up her shoebox that held her tan Manolo Blahnik Hijo boots. She walked back into her room and laid her clothes on the bed and her shoebox on the floor. She then made her way to the bottom drawer of her dresser and took out a pair of sheer ivory panty hose and worked them carefully up her legs then began to get dressed.
She slid into her jeans before pulled the selected shirt over her hair, making sure that it was lying right before she slid her feet into her new shoes. She tied the laces loosely before pulling her pants over her shoes. Once she was done dressing and satisfied with the way everything looked, she made her way back into the bathroom where she started to style her hair.
She parted her hair and put the top of her head in a high ponytail, leaving two tendrils out to frame her face, and left the back out. She combed her hair so that it was tangle free then plugged up her curling iron. She carefully did her make up while she waited for the curler to heat.
She applied dark gold eye shadow to her eyelids so that it sparkled lightly bringing attention to her warm chocolate eyes. She brushed a bit of black mascara onto her long eyelashes, effectively making them thicker. Before she picked up the now warm curler she decided to quickly do her lips. She carefully traced the curvaceous lines of her lips with a brown lip pencil then smeared on her MAC glass lip gloss, blotted, then started to curl the ends of her hair.
Once she had finished her primping, she walked into her closet and picked out tan hooded sweater and quickly put it on. She picked up her books and tan/chocolate colored Luis Vuitton purse before walking out of her room and down the stairs into the kitchen where her parents sat eating.
She greeted them both before walking over to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water and a packet of strawberry pop tarts from the top cabinet. Once she had her food she picked up her keys and walked out of the house and jumped into her silver convertible she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. She ate while she drove the short distance to school, making sure that she had the top up so that it wouldn’t mess up her hair so early in the day.
She had just finished her second pop tart when she entered the student parking lot. She parked her car close to the door, and picked up her books and purse that sat in the passenger seat while taking a swig of her water. She popped the alarm when she was completely out of the car and made her way into the building.
As soon as she was in the building she made her way to the cafeteria where breakfast was held every morning, and went to her usual table where Oryan and his friends sat. As she got to the table she saw a few of the girls staring at her with dislike but she dusted them off like the haters they were. She sat next to Oryan, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a hello.
“Hey Rissa. I see you’re sportin’ the Manolo’s. When’d you get them?” Oryan asked.
“A few days ago,” Marissa said while waving at the few people she was cool with.
“What? You can’t speak?” Omari asked from his spot at the table across from them.
“Not to you Omari,” Marissa said before turning back to Oryan.
“Girl I don’t know why you don’t talk to Omari. You know he like you and he’s fine as hell,” Christina, who was one of the very few female friends that Marissa had, said.
“Please. Omari don’t like me. He only wants me because he knows that he can’t have me,” Marissa said clearly.
“You see that’s where you’re wrong. I can have you if I wanted you,” Omari said from behind Marissa.
“You keep thinking that if that’s what it takes to get you through your day,” Marissa said before the bell rung, signaling that it was time for her to leave.
Marissa was in her advanced math class, doing Trig when the fire bell rung. She quickly got up, making sure that she had her purse then walked out of the classroom and onto the bleachers a few yards away from the school. She sat down in the very front hoping that she wouldn’t end up being stuck next to Omari, which happened more times than not.
A plethora of other students started to fill up the space on the bleachers but for some reason no one would sit next to her. She sat there wondering why until Omari plopped his cocky behind next to her.
“So we meet again Rissa?” Omari said with a smile on his face that almost made her weak in the knees but she quickly dissipated that feeling as she let it sink in that it was Omari making her feel this way.
“I guess so,” Marissa said in a bored tone.
“So why do you always play hard to get?” Omari asked as if he was just sparking up a noncommittal conversation.
“Has it ever sunk in that I wasn’t playing? That maybe, just maybe, someone just doesn’t want to be with you?” Marissa said silently wishing that the bell to return to the school would just hurry up and ring.
“Why you playin’ me. I mean damn, a nigga would think that I was ugly or some type of abuser with the way you be dodging me. What’s up with you?” Omari asked.
“Do you really want to know?” Marissa asked.
“I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t want to know,” Omari replied in the same confident tone, thinking that no one could justifiably resist him.
“Because you’ve had more girls than a pimp has hoes and besides…” Marissa said, pausing for the effect, “I’m too good for you.”
It seemed as though that was the signal because the bell rung and Marissa got up and left a flabbergasted Omari still sitting in the stands and she cascaded up the bleachers.
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