GOOD GIRL
Chapter 2
Omari had left school a little after the fire drill. Being a senior with ample credits gave him extra privileges like leaving school early. He only had one class on even days and two on odd days so he usually left school right after them. He silently thanked God that he had agreed to manage the school store because he had gotten 4 credits from that alone.
He was now sitting on his bed thinking about what Marissa had said. So she thinks that she’s better than me, huh? We’ll just see about that, Omari thought to himself. The wheels in his head were already turning.
Marissa had just finished her paper on Langston Hughes, for her African American Literature class, when her phone started to ring. She clicked the PRINT icon on her computer before getting up to answer her phone.
“Hello?” she spoke clearly.
“What’s up Rissa? Are you coming to my party tonight?” Oryan asked.
“Who’s going to be there?” Marissa asked as she got her clear booklet to put her report in.
“Most of the football and ball players, then there’s the regular girls I have rollin’ in. Omari and his friends are going to be there with their girls as well,” Oryan answered.
“I don’t know. You know I don’t really get along with your crew like that Ryan,” Marissa said as she picked her papers out of the printer rack.
“Don’t even give me that shit. You’re coming and you going to turn it out because O told me what happened today during the fire drill so you know he’s going to have mad people here just to fuck with you. You know I love my brother but you’re my dog so you gotta come and you better turn this shit out. I don’t want you coming here in your baggy jeans and overly large shirt like you did during the last party,” Oryan said.
“Don’t even play me like that. The last party was a basketball party. We were just watching a game. Why am I going to get dipped to watch Iverson beat the Wizards?” Marissa asked as she placed her paper in the cover.
“Yeah whatever. The party starts at ten. It’s eight now so you have two hell I’ll even give you two and half hours to get ready. If you’re not here I’m coming over to get you,” Oryan said seriously.
“I’ll be there aight? One,” Marissa said before she hung up the phone.
Marissa knew that something was up the minute that Oryan mentioned that Omari told him what happened today. Now, she didn’t really get along with Omari, probably because she didn’t put forth the effort, but she knew him well enough to know when he was planning something and it seemed like he was going to try to get her back.
Marissa knew that Omari had an interest in her but she knew it was nothing serious so she decided that she was going to make this night very hard for him. She already knew what colors she wanted to wear so she just had to pick out the perfect outfit. When she found it she smiled then immediately went in the shower to get ready.
She showered with her dove moisturizing body wash and lavished at the thought of this party. She didn’t even want to go but now she couldn’t wait to get there but she knew she would need all the time that Oryan gave her to prepare. She wasn’t going to half step tonight. That was not an option. Tonight she had one goal and that goal was to make sure Omari knew just what he couldn’t have but to do it tastefully.
After her shower she wrapped her white terry cloth robe around her wet body, slipped her matching slippers onto her feet, and walked over to her sink where she proceeded to wash her face and brush her teeth. Once she rinsed her mouth out she placed her scentless face moisturizer on her face and began to do her hair.
She opened the top drawer on the left of her sink and searched through the neatly lined scented hair gels that matched her favorite perfumes. She searched until she came unto a burgundy bottle marked ‘Amerage’. She took it out and opened it carefully before she took a small amount and massaged it into her scalp.
The hair gel was more like hair moisturizer than anything else. It softened and scented your hair rather than hardened it. That was why she bought so much of it because regular hair gel always made her hair itch and become terribly hard, even after a fifteen-hour day.
She plugged up her hair roller that was made to specifically give the hair a wavy look then walked back to her room and turned on her radio and tuned into a light reggae station while she covered her skin in her scentless baby oil before opening her drawer and pulling out her undergarments. Her undergarments consisted of a pair of white low rise v-string panties. She put on her undergarments and readjusted the straps of her panties so that they fit her better before walking back into the bathroom to do her hair.
It took her almost half an hour to apply waves to her hair but she was happy with the outcome so she just sprayed it quickly with a bit of scentless spritz, that happened to keep her hair soft but in place, then unplugged the curler and walked back to her room. She pulled out a pair of black pantyhose and slid them on carefully before putting on her dark blue low riding jeans that she bought from the Lucky Brand. She smoothed her jeans out before picking up her shirt, which was a white satin lace accented corset. She slid her silver and white satin designed belt before applying on her make up.
She sat in front of her vanity and pulled out the eye shadows that she was going to use. She started with black eye shadow then ended with a silvery white so that it looked like it faded from one color to another. When she was satisfied with the way her eye shadow looked she picked up her black lip pencil and traced her lips carefully so that every curve was perfect then she picked up her sheer silvery Sinfully Colors lip gloss and dipped her brush in the liquid and smeared it carefully on his lips, blotted, then inspected her lips. She smiled at how everything turned out then used her mascara and brushed it on her eyelashes before putting her make up away and walking into her closet.
She looked closely at her many shoe boxes for the perfect shoe for her outfit. Her eyes lit up when she found the perfect boots. She pulled down her white boots she'd ordered from Victoria's Secret a couple of weeks ago and walked back to her bed where she sat down and took her new boots out of the box and pulled the paper and shoe shaper out of the boots and slid them onto her feet. She laced them loosely, again leaving the flap showing, then walked back into her closet for an appropriate jacket. It had been lovely outside early that day but the temperature had dropped to thirty-seven so she picked up her matching jean jacket and slid it over her shoulders.
Once she was fully dressed she glanced at the clock on her nightstand and was surprised to see how fast time had flew. It was already 10:15pm and it had seemed as if only an hour had passed since she had spoke to Oryan. She took her wallet out of the purse she wore earlier and took out her money, driver’s license, and ID and put them into her pocket before grabbing her keys and shutting off her radio. She wrote told her parents, who were in the living room watching TV, that she was going to Ryan’s and that she would be back before curfew then left.
She drove the twenty-minute drive to Oryan’s in silence. When she got there she parked across the street from his house then walked across the street and rang the doorbell. It was opened by Druex, one of Omari’s friends who liked to be called Fizz.
“What’s up shorty?” Fizz asked her as he looked her up and down.
“I’m aight. Where’s Oryan?” Marissa asked as she walked in the house.
“He’s around here somewhere. So why don’t you dance with me?” Fizz asked as he closed the door.
“I could have sworn that Oryan told me that you brought your girl here,” Marissa said as she walked deeper into the party.
“I brought a female with me but she ain’t my girl,” Fizz clarified.
Marissa was about to turn him down but she saw Omari staring at her so she said, “Why not.”
She put her coat in the closet then walked onto the dance floor with Fizz and the DJ started to play Blue Cantrell and Sean Paul’s song called ‘Breath’ and they started to freak it. Marissa felt people staring at her but she ignored it as she got into the music and moved her body accordingly.
Omari watched as his best friend danced with Marissa and he noted that Marissa moved very well. He unconsciously wished that it was him she was grinding with but he wanted her to beg for him first. He would show her that she may have been too good for everyone else but she wasn’t too good for him.
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