She looks at the bruise in the mirror, slightly regretting what happened. She didn't mean for it to go too far, but it was way too late. She didn't even know what came over her. Once he kissed her, she was just… lost. And now look. She had a huge hickey on her neck.

She pokes at it, still looking in the mirror. Should she cover it up with a scarf? Or get some foundation and cover it up? Or maybe she should just let it be, not caring about who says anything.

She couldn't do that last one. People would think she was a hoe. It hadn't even been a day until she found out that Desmond was cheating and broke up with him. Well, their break up hadn't been clear, but she knew Riley was right. Her and Desmond couldn't stay together.

But did that mean go out with Riley? She groans running her hands over her face and through her hair. She was stupid. She shouldn't have let it go that far. She felt so stupid. She looks at the clock, sighing and undressing. She slipped on a sleeveless black faux leather skater dress. She looked in the mirror.

She then grabbed her make up kit, applying eye make up. Would it be disrespectful is she covered it with foundation? Would he be mad if she covered it? She would just place her hair in a way that wouldn't show it. She didn't want him to get mad. It was her fault in the first place. After a quick appliance of lip gloss, she walked out of the house, bag in one hand, keys and shoes in the other.

Once she pulled up in the school parking lot, she saw Riley waiting for her, as usual. She opened the door, slipping on her black pointed ankle strapped heels. Riley walks over, watching her strap on the shoes, his eyes traveling up her smooth thick legs. That wasn't unusual either. He did that whenever she wore dresses without stockings.

"You're staring." She says, looking at him. He licks his lips and she rolls her eyes, getting out of the car and closing the door. "Dang." She mutters, shaking her head and opening the back door of her car, bending slightly to get her bag. He chuckles a bit, enjoying the view. She turns to face him, frowning. "You are so gross!" She says and he walks toward her, one of his hands on her hip and the other on the open door, trapping her. He leans in to kiss her, and she turns her head slightly.

"What's wrong?" He asks, leaning back.

"N-nothing." She says, shaking her head. "Sorry." She says, leaning forward a bit and pecking his lips. She didn't want to hurt him anymore. If he wanted to be in a relationship with her, and has been waiting for so long, it would be unfair to deny him. Especially after what happened the previous night. He frowns a bit.

"Nah, there's something wrong." He says, taking a step back. He could easily look into her eyes without her having to look up. Her heels made her four or so more inches taller. "Just tell me."

"Uhm…" She looks around, then moves her hair slightly. "I-I didn't know how to cover it without making you mad." She says, showing him a bit of the hickey. He smirks, leaning forward to kiss it.

"I wouldn't have been mad if you covered it." He says, shrugging. He looks around at the empty parking lot. It a couple more minutes, it'd fill up with people and more cars. "But, it makes me feel better than you left it uncovered. I'd prefer you keep it this way."

"Of course." She says, shaking her head. Riley takes a step forward, ready to lean in and kiss her, but was interrupted.

"Marisol!" She turns, looking in the direction her name was called and so does Riley. Riley tightly grips the door he was still holding onto, anger filling him. This nigga would try to see her.

"Desmon-" She was cut off by Riley letting go of the door and moving out of the way. She grabs Riley's hand, but he pulls away from her.

"Imma let y'all talk before I beat his ass." He says, looking at her.

"Riley, please, don't fight him." She says as Desmond stops in front of them. Riley looks at Desmond, then back at Marisol and shrugs.

"No promises." He says, crossing his arms and looking at Desmond. "So whatchu gotta say nigga."

"I need to talk to Marisol." Desmond says, and Riley rolls his eyes.

"Whatever you got to say in front of my girl, you gotta say it to me."

"Riley." Marisol says, and he sucks his teeth. "Please." Riley looks down at her and rolls his eyes.

Would he make himself look like a bitch in front of Desmond by listening to Marisol? "Whatever nigga." He says, turning to walk the opposite way. He then turns back around, a small smirk on his face and grabs Marisol by her arms, pressing his lips to hers. They pull apart, Marisol's eyes closed and she sighs.

"I hate you sometimes." She says, and he chuckles.

"I hate you too." He lets her go, and moves her hair out of the way, smiling at the hickey.

"What the fuck is going on!" Desmond shouts, and she turns, her eyes wide. She had forgotten he was there. Then his eyes locked on her neck, on her large hickey. "What the fuck! This nigga gave you a fucking hickey!" He asks, and she covers it with her hair quickly, regretting the fact that she didn't cover it.

"Desmond, this is totally explainable." Marisol says, taking a step away from Riley, who was laughing.

"Nah, it's exactly how it looks." Riley says, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Snatch." He says, laughing.

"Riley!" She says, pulling away. "Please. You aren't helping." She turns back to Desmond, who was pacing back and forth.

"This is better than whoopin yo ass." He laughs, bent over. It wasn't even that funny.

"I can't believe you!" Desmond says, looking at Marisol. "So while I was calling and texting you, you were fucking this nigga? That's how this shit is?"

"Desmond, P-"

"Nah, I ain't hearing anything you got to say! I'm hella pissed right now. Why would you do that shit to me? I thought we was gonna get married." He looks at her in anger. "We didn't even break up."

"Desmond-"

"Lot of bold talk from a nigga who cheated." Riley says, wiping the laughter induced tears. "Don't act like you were either. I know what you tryna do to my girl, and that shit ain't gonna work." He crosses his arms.

"I didn't cheat-"

"So Alicia lied to me then? Don't act like y'all didn't take pictures that night." He says, crossing his arms. Desmond's eyes widen at the name. "Come on now, everyone saw them. She got you shirtless on her instagram."

Marisol looks away, not wanting to hear it. It hurt hearing about her ex being with another person. But why? She wasn't with him anymore. They might not have broken up in his eyes, but in hers they were done. If she didn't have Riley, she would have been unaware of Desmond's infidelity, and if she did know, she'd probably just stay with him, continuing to hurt herself.

"You ain't slick nigga." Riley laughs. "You snatched a girl that wasn't yours to begin with and karma got yo ass. Ain't that about a bitch." Riley shakes his head. He loved the way things turned out. He got the girl and exposed her bitch ass ex. Everything was going well.

Desmond balls up his fists. "Oh, is you mad nigga?" Riley asks, taking a step forward. "You gettin all big and bold, forgetting the nigga who got yo name out there. You think them niggas is your friends? They was mine first. The only reason they even know yo punk ass is because of me nigga. The only reason you got with Mari is because of me nigga. So I think a thank you is in order."

"Nigga I ain't thankin you."

"Alright." Riley says, nodding. Marisol shivered at the cold voice. Riley really knew how to turn people against others, the first person being the girl who tried to bully her. She never really noticed how 'powerful' Riley was, especially since he was known throughout the school.

Saying he was the most popular boy would be true, and it was because he's usually cool with everyone. He's outgoing, and from what she learned, a much better person now than he used to be.

"Riley." She called out, and he turned to face her. Without anymore words, he walked toward her and grabs her hand, pulling her away from Desmond.

"Marisol!" Desmond calls after her. "If you go with that nigga I ain't ever talking to you again!"

"Don't look at that nigga." Riley says, and Marisol lowers her head.

Was she stupid for even going out with Desmond? Was she stupid for kissing Riley? Were her decisions the right ones? Could anyone answer her?

"Fuck you, you ugly bitch!" Desmond shouts out. "I only wanted to fuck anyway! You and that nigga are bitches! Fuck y'all!"

Riley shakes his head. "Imma catch him at lunch." He says, and she looks up at him.

"Riley, don't fight anymore." She says, and he frowns, looking down at her.

"But, that's what I do." He says, and she shakes her head. "I wouldn't be Riley if I didn't fight niggas who disrespect me."

"But-"

"Marisol, please. That's one thing that I ain't changing."

"Riley, I don't want you to change-"

"Then don't say shit like that."

"I just want you safe."

"I'll be fine." He says, pulling her to him. He wraps his arms around her, their bodies pressed together. "It's cute that you worry though."

"No one wants to find you in a ditch somewhere." She says, looking away.

"Don't deny the fact that you care."

"Of course I care!" She says, looking at him. "I fear that you're stupid enough to mess with someone and end up getting wrapped up in some type of gang!"

He shrugs. "It's happened before." He says. "You know what I want? I want to smoke." He says, looking away. "Oh, yeah! Come on, we ditchin classes, alright?" He says, pulling her away and grabbing her hand.

"Riley, I don't want to ditch class." She says as he pulls her along.

"Look, I got something to show you. You gonna say," He raises his voice in pitch. "'It's so cute baby, I love it'"

"I don't even sound like that!" She says, pouting. He laughs, still pulling her along. It was a couple of minutes until he reached the bushes.

"Alright, now through here." He says, moving some of the bush aside and moving out of the way. "Ladies first." He says, and she smiles, walking through.

He walks in after her, meeting eyes with Cindy, who had her headphones in. He frowns. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He coldly asks, and Marisol frowns.

"Hey, it's ok for her to be here." Marisol says, slapping his chest. She turns to face Cindy with a smile. "Hey Cindy." She says, and Cindy gives her a small wave, still looking at Riley. Marisol shrugs it off.

She knew Cindy didn't really like her much, and it never really bothered her. She didn't dwell on hate too much. She looks around, and turns to Riley.

"It's so cute!" She says, and he smirks, looking at her.

"Now say the rest." He says, and she frowns, glancing in the direction Cindy was in.

"No way."

"Come on, it isn't hard." He says, and the two go back and forth.

Cindy takes a deep breath, turning the other way. She wanted Riley to go here alone, to apologize and hopefully repair their relationship. She knew what she said was wrong, but she couldn't help it. Not only was she high, bit it was the truth. She just wished she said it a bit nicer.

Maybe if they repair their relationship, she'd be able to take their friendship to the next step. Even if its just friends with benefits.

"But-"

"Come onn." Riley complains. "She isn't listening, and it'd make me so happy." Cindy was in fact listening and now curious as to what was going to make him happy. It wasn't like she was playing music. It just made her looked preoccupied. And maybe if she listened and did what made him happy, he'd be glad and get with her.

Her hopes were cut short as Marisol opened her mouth in a hushed voice. "Baby, I love it." She says, and Cindy frowns.

Did Marisol just call him baby?

"Aww, I love you." He says, leaning forward and kissing her. At that moment, Cindy had turned to face them, her eyes wide. They were kissing. They were together. Marisol pulls away, smiling a bit, but frowns, turning to look at Cindy.

Marisol's eyes widen and she takes a step back. She didn't know why she was so surprised. It wasn't like her and Riley made a promise to keep things a secret. She should've, because now everyone would think she was a hoe.

"C-Cindy, that wasn't how it looked." Slips from her mouth and Riley sighs.

"It was." He says, and she turns to face him. He looked back at Cindy before shrugging. "Guess she wanted me after all." He says, a small smirk on his face. Cindy clenches her fists and bites down on her tongue, trying not to say anything.

His sexy yet mocking smirk made her angry and horny. How dare Marisol take him. Without a word, Cindy stormed away, walking in the direction of school.

"What was that?" Marisol asks. "Why was she so mad?"

Riley shrugged, looking back at her. "Now I get you all to myself." He says, his smirk widening.