She plucks the grass from his hair, a small smile on her face. "I told you rolling around in the grass would be stupid." He grips her bare thighs, rolling his eyes. Once he stopped rolling around, she had gotten on top of him, kissing him. Everything about it was perfect.

Well, for him. Deep down in the mind of Marisol, she felt guilty. She didn't really know if she really wanted to be with Riley because she wants to. She'd admit, she felt really loved when she was with him, but she had just gotten over a breakup. She felt really conflicted.

But if it made him happy, then she was happy. Riley had sent her off with another dude and bit the bullet for her happiness. So she could at least do the same. But it sounded bad if she said that she was just doing this for him. It made her seem ungrateful. Being with Riley wasn't bad. Maybe in due time, she won't feel so conflicted.

"Whatchu thinkin bout?" Riley asks, and she looks at him, her small smile growing a bit.

"You." She says. It wasn't a lie. She was thinking about him.

"What about me?" He says, smirking. "How sexy I am? Or how I know how to throw shit down? Or how smart I am?"

"Nope. I'm thinking at how weird you are." She says, and he scoffs.

"Whatever bruh. As long as you remember that I'm the only nigga who can quote Shakespeare word for word and still be a real ass nigga."

"See? Weird! Why are you memorizing Shakespeare?" She says, trying not to laugh. He gives her a blank look and she giggles.

"You know it's your fault. If you weren't so obsessed with that nigga."

"Well, without me, you wouldn't know anything about your role model, Julius Caesar."

He smirks. "You right." He says.

"You gonna end up just like him if you keep on fighting people."

"As long as you're my Calpurnia." He says, and she looks away.

"You are so corny." She says, shaking her head. "So corny, it's kinda bad."

"But it still makes you smile tho." He says, and she looks back at him, her lips a straight line.

"No." She says, and the two stare at each other, Riley giving her a goofy looking smile until she broke, tucking her head into his chest while she laughed. "You are so stupid."

"I may be stupid, but it's your love that makes me feel smart." He says, and she shakes her head.

"Stop." She laughs.

"You may say stop, but your heart beats for me, telling me to go."

"Please, no more!" She says, laughing harder.

"I would stop, but your love helps me continue on."

She sits back up, wiping her face. She gives him a stern look, well the best stern look she could make. "Riley, foreal."

"I'll stop if you kiss me." He says, and she frowns, contemplating.

"Well… now that I think about it, the corny lines were sweet."

"Just kiss me." He says, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, kissing her.

She feels his hands roam to her spanks covered butt and internally sighs. She forgot she was wearing a dress. If anyone saw her they would think she was a slut. She grabs his hands, pulling away from him and moves.

She stands up, pulling her dress down. "I totally forgot I was in a dress." She says, and Riley rolls his eyes.

"What's wrong? I've seen you in your panties before. Why you trippin?" He asks, and she looks at him.

"We're in public!" She says, throwing her hands up. "And if anyone came here they'd probably be able to see over the bushes and see me on top of you and be like 'oh she's a slut'"

"No one comes over here tho." He says, and she crosses her arms.

"So. That doesn't mean I get permission to act like a hoe."

"You aren't acting like a hoe." Riley says, rolling on his side as she moves to sit on the bench. "Come on, Mari. Come back." He whines and she crosses her legs.

"No. I'm fine right here. You can come to me though."

"Mariiiiiiii." He whines, and she crosses her arms. "Stop being stubborn!"

"Nope. I am not a hoe. I am a classy lady who keeps all her sexual business in the bedroom."

"But just doing it in the bedroom is no fun. Be adventurous."

"No." She says, and he sighs, getting up. She watches as he dusts himself off, removing any type of grass from his back. He walks over to her and sits down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing kisses to her cheek, jaw line and neck.

"I love you." He says, and she smiles a bit.

"I love you too." She says, looking at him. She didn't mean to say it, well, she didn't want to stay silent. It just slipped out of her mouth. She didn't want an awkward silence, and she didn't want to say it so soon. And it seemed as if she never had control over herself when she was around him. He always found a way to make her do different things and make her want him.

He kisses her fiercely, moving so that he was leaning over her. Her back touches the bench and she tries to pull a leg up to get more comfortable. It was really an awkward position he was putting her in.

As she's pulling her legs up, he positions himself in between them, making her a bit more embarrassed. Wasn't she just talking about how she wasn't a slut? And now look. Her skirt was riding up and his hands were all over her thighs and her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck.

She hated the positions he put her in. "Babe." She says into his lips, trying to pull away. "Babe." She repeats and then taps his neck, making him pull away. "I just said that I wasn't a slut and-"

"Did you call me babe?" He asks, a smirk on his face. She frowns, her face heating up.

"Maybe." She says, looking away. "Before you say anything Riley, shut up."

"Aww, this is even better than you called me baby." He says, kissing her lips again.

"No! Stop." She says, turning her head away. "Look at the position we're in! Again, I look like a slut!"

"Well… you're my sl-"

"Riley, don't finish that." She orders and he laughs.

"Oh, come on baby." He says, getting off of her and sitting back up. "You know you like being my girl."

She crosses her arms, sitting up and fixing her dress once more. "We should go back to school."

"But… we haven't smoked yet." He groans and she shakes her head.

"I'm not smoking." She says, crossing her arms.

"Why?" Riley says, looking at her. She had no reason to not smoke anymore. She knew that he thought she was the best when she was high.

"Because-" She stopped, looking at one of the bushes. If she had finished her sentence, he would've got up and walked away. "I don't know." She says. She was going to give him the same old 'Desmond doesn't like girls who smoked.' But she wasn't with Desmond anymore. She had no reason to not smoke.

"You still not tripping off of D-"

"No. If you want to smoke, then we can." She says, giving him a small smile.

"You know I've always found girls who smoked sexy." He says, and she turns to face him, frowning.

"I better be the only girl you find sexy." She says, crossing her arms. If the two of them were together now, she wasn't letting no girl look at him. She was a pretty jealous female at times, she couldn't lie.

His smirk turns into a smile and he leans in to kiss her again, but she places her hand on his face, stopping him. "I am the only girl you find sexy… right?"

"Yes." Riley says, his voice slightly muffled because of her hand. She removes her hand with a smile.

"Good."