She yawns, stretching and turns to the shirtless man sleeping beside her. Now the big question is: did Marisol and Riley have sex?
And the answer to that is… well yeah. A couple days after they skipped school, her mom was gone, spending hours with her aunt for some apparent reason, leaving the two alone. With Romeo and Juliet. And Riley's condoms.
And she thought Riley was fierce and straight forward before. She was clearly mistaken, because once she got over the fact that she had lost her virginity, there was no more playing around. She looks at him, at his chest. He was probably completely naked underneath her blanket and the thought made her roll her eyes. After a quick nap, she sleepily put on a fresh pair of bra and panties, matching of course, and went back into her bed.
She had decency. Her eyes fell on his shoulder, where a red mark appeared. Probably from her teeth. She found herself biting him in order to not scream more than once. It was embarrassing. She wondered where her mother was.
"Riley." She mutters, getting closer to his face. "I'll breathe into your face if you don't wake up. And I have morning breath." She warns and he groans, placing his hand on her face.
"Go back to sleep." He says, and she sighs, right into his face, before getting up and walking to her blinds. She carefully opens them, letting the light spill inside but not letting anyone see her.
If her neighbours saw her in her bra and panties, or saw Riley butt naked, she'd never be able to live with herself.
"What is you doing bruh?" He groans, covering his face.
"I understand that you're grumpy when you wake up, but the last thing you should be calling me is 'bruh' especially after last night." She says, placing her hand on her hips. His eyes open, and he looks around. He relaxes when he meets eyes with her, and sits up.
"Sorry bae." He says, smirking.
"You forced yourself upon me." She says, crossing her arms. She was joking truly. She wanted him to sleep with her. So she basically teased him all night until he couldn't take it and kissed her. The same type of kiss that made her weak in the knees and push him onto the bed, her on top of him.
In reality, it may have seemed a bit too early to have sex. Which was a thought that popped into her mind after they did it, and now. In reality, they've only been going out for a couple of days. But, they've been friends for six. She knew him like the back of her hand, so there was nothing to fear. And whenever he kissed her neck, which was very often, all morals and coherent thoughts were out of the window and he was the only one filling everyone of her senses.
It was poetic really. Well, maybe. Kinda.
"Babe, what time is it?" He asks, getting out of her bed. She turns, embarrassed as he slips on his boxers.
"It's twelve."
"Ah, shit." He says, getting dressed faster. "I'm supposed to be hitting the gym today. A couple of my niggas gonna be there." He says, and she frowns.
"The gym?"
"Yeah." He says, looking at her. "Do you really think this body comes overnight?"
"Thirsty bitches are gonna be there." She says, crossing her arms. "Nobody is taking you away from me, especially not some white bitch who wants to get her hands on some chocolate-"
"Mari, you are too cute when you're jealous." He says, taking a step toward her and taking her into his arms. She looks up at him and he places his lips on hers. "Ain't nobody taking you from me unless they kidnapped me."
"Don't say stuff like that! You're gonna jinx yourself." She says, pouting and he kisses her again. She was too cute.
"Do you see me? Ain't nobody kidnapping me. I might have to kidnap you tho." He says, kissing her. She feels his hands roam her body, reaching her butt and squeezing. "If we keep this up, imma have to fuck you again." He says, and she wraps her arms around his neck.
"Would it keep you with me?" She asks, and he smirks.
"Maybe. No promises." He says, and she pulls away.
"Then we aren't fucking." She says, sitting down on her bed. She needed to be one hundred percent sure.
"Aiight then." He says, pulling his shirt on. She turns to face him, a surprised look on her face. He was picking his niggas over her.
Well, there was nothing wrong with that but… she wasn't expecting it.
"But… you could come with me." He says, and she crosses her arms.
"I don't want to sit there and watch you play basketball." She says, getting up and going to her drawer, pulling out some gray joggers. "I think it's stupid." She says before pulling out a cream colored crop top. He watches as she pulls out a new pair of underwear. "You're lucky I showered last night."
"You mean we showered. And there was barely any showering. You know, for your first time, you were really freaky." He says, and she gives him a glare. She then grabs a silk robe and ties it around her.
"I'm getting dressed then we are going to the gym." She says. "I need to work on my flexibility anyway."
"Ooooh, freaky." He says, and she gives him another glare.
"No! I want to get back in track, remember? I was telling you about it last night!" She says, and he shrugs.
"I was preoccupied by my thoughts last night." He says, and she groans walking out of her room. He sits on her bed as she gets dressed, sighing and laying down on it, his mind going on their night together.
It was better than he's ever had, which was saying something since he hated condoms. But with Marisol, he was willing to do whatever she wanted. If she wanted to tie him up and whip him, that was… well, kinda going too far, but he would be alright with it. Well, he'd be on the face. He would only do it if she was wearing some sexy leather type lingerie. That would be hot.
"Ok." She says, and he looks at her while she was putting her hair in a ponytail.
"Nah, you got to change." He says, looking her over. She looked a bit too good in her crop top and joggers.
"Riley, if you are gonna be eye candy to every girl, then I can be eye candy to the guys." She says, giving him a smug smile. "But as long as you know ain't nobody taking me away from you." She says, patting his cheek. "I'll take you to your house so you can get ready." She says, and he crosses his arms.
"Whatever."
She gives him a smile. "Glad you agree."
So she took him to his house, talked to Huey while he got ready and they left, meeting his friends at the gym.
"Aye man, didn't know you was bringing yo friend through." One guys says, giving Marisol a smirk.
Riley crosses his arms, trying his hardest not to attack his friend. "Hello." Marisol says with a smile.
"I'm James." He says, holding his hand out. She takes it.
"Marisol."
"So, what you do-"
"Alright, that's enough." Riley says, wrapping his arm possessively around Marisol. "Let's go play some ball nigga." He says. "Where everybody else?"
"Jerome, Isaiah and Dinero are already up in the court. Marcus is getting some other niggas to come play too."
"Yeah, from what it sounds like we lacking." Riley says, and James laughs.
"We would've been fine playin two on three. You know Dinero need all the help he can get." He says, and the two laugh. "So who are you gonna be rooting for, little Marisol?"
Before she could answer, Riley spoke. "Me of course." He says, and James laughs.
"Actually, I wasn't really planning on… being there." She says. "But, if you want me there Riley-"
"Yeah, you should come and see this nigga get dunked on." James said, and Riley glares at him.
"I better than you and yo niggas." He says, and James shakes his head.
"Whatever nigga." He checks his phone. "Oh, C-Murph is gonna be there too." He says, shaking his head and Riley turns to face him.
"Why?" He asks, tense.
"Marcus bought Jamil and David, and you know Cindy gonna come through." He scoffs. "What, you scared of a little Cindy?" He asks, and Riley frowns.
"No, that shit gonna be uneven."
"I can play." Marisol says, looking up at him.
"Oooh, you know how to play basketball?" James asks, looking at her.
"Of course. If you've been hanging around Riley for more than a week, he'd end up playing you in basketball for something." She says, shaking her head. "I remember having to play you to get my first copy of Julius Caesar back." She says, giving Riley a smile.
"Julius Caesar?" James asks, and she looks at James.
"Oh, uhm… he gets stabbed by his best friend, making the line 'E tu, Brute' popular?" She offers, and he looks at her.
"Nah. Don't ring a bell."
"Realest nigga portrayed by Shakespeare." Riley says, and James looks at him, then shrugs.
"I don't pay attention in English." He says, and Marisol looks down. She low key felt like an outsider, but she knew that would change when she played basketball with them.
"And you ain't playing with us." Riley says, and she gives him an incredulous look.
"Why not?" Her and James ask in unison.
"Because, y'all niggas don't know how to act when a female is around."
"And Cindy isn't a female?" Marisol says, crossing her arms. If this wasn't a blatant case of sexism, then she didn't know what was.
"Cindy is one of the guys." Riley says, and James makes a sound of agreement.
"Riley." She says harshly. "Stop being sexist, and let me play with you guys!"
"Marisol-"
She stops walking, moving out of Riley's hold and looks at James. "Keep walking please." She says, and James looks at her.
"What y'all-"
"Aye bruh, just go." Riley says standing in front of her. James shrugs.
"Aiight then. I'll be seeing y'all inside. Well, hopefully." He says, walking on.
Riley watches as she drops her arms. "Riley don't do this." She says. "Just let me play basketball with you guys."
"And if you get hurt?" He says, crossing his arms. "You know I'm gonna have to fight whatever nigga touched or hurt you right?"
"No, you don't. If that's the case, then you might have to beat yourself up for all those fouls the last time we played basketball."
"And why do you think we've stopped?" He says, and she sighs. "Baby, I'm just tryna keep all those dirty ass niggas away from you." He says, taking a step toward her, but she takes one back.
"I don't like guys who are sexist." She says, crossing her arms. "So, just let me play some fucking basketball."
He sighs. "Whatever then. But one game." He says, taking her in his arms. "Then you become my cute little cheerleader, ok?" He asks, and she gives him a small smile.
"Whatever, Riley." She says, pulling away from him and walking away. He follows with a smile and the two walk into the gym. He grabs her hand as the two walk into the indoor basketball court and Riley announces their appearance.
"Alright niggas who tryna get their shit dogged on this court?" He asks and some guys turn around and greet him.
"Aye, Marisol's back." James says, walking to the two. "So is we finna see your skills on this court?" He asks, and she gives him a smile.
"Yup. I hope no one gets hurt." She says, and he nods.
"Yeah, if any of these niggas try and push you down, imma shut this whole muthafucka down, ok?"
"You ain't gotta worry about that shit nigga." Riley says. "That's my job dude." He says, and the two make eye contact.
"My bad, we both finna shut shit down." He says, and the two slap hands.
"Even though I could take all you niggas on." He says, and James laughs, shaking his head.
"You too cocky my dude." He says, and Riley gives him a smirk. "So, I wanna know when we can start. I'm itching to dunk on someone." He says, looking back at the other three guys, who were walking over.
"I don't even know bruh." One says, and then looks at Marisol. "Aye, who girl is she?" He asks, and Riley raises their joined hands.
"She wit me bruh." He says, and the guy nods, but looks back at her.
"Dinero." He says, then looks at the dude next to him. "This is Jerome and Isaiah." He says, and she smiles.
"Marisol." She says.
"Well, who was texting Marcus." James asks, changing the topic.
"I was bruh." Jerome says, and pulls out his iPhone. "Oh, he just hit me up. Said he here already."
"Damn right I am." Some one says, walking in. Her and Riley turn, looking at the newcomers. She already knew Jamil and David, so the third guy had to be Marcus. Riley's hand slips from her and he walks over to give Marcus dap.
"Whatup my nigga." Marcus says, and Riley gives the other guys a head nod. His eyes fall on Cindy, who was looking away.
"Who the chick?" Marcus asks, looking at Riley, then at Jamil and David.
"Desmond's girl." Jamil says, and she crosses her arms.
"I'm not Desmond's girl." She says, walking over. "He's old ass news."
"Yeah, she be popping pussy for other niggas now." Cindy says, and Marisol looks at her, surprised.
"Excuse me?" She asks, appalled. She knew Cindy wasn't her friend, but was it that serious?
"You heard me." Cindy says, and Marisol chuckles a bit, looking away. She takes a step forward, and Riley gets in between them.
"Yo." He says, holding Marisol back. "Chill Mari." He says, and she sucks her teeth.
"Ugly bitch.." She says, looking Cindy up and down.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Cindy asks, taking a step toward the two, and David grabs her arm.
"You heard me." She says, giving her a smirk. She loved using people's words against them. The power of words hurt people more than injuries did.
"You fucking hoe." Cindy growls, trying to pull away from David. Marisol frowns, ready to push Riley out of the way, but he grabs her hands.
"I'm not a hoe you ugly bitch!" She shouts at her.
"Damn, shit gets crazy when two bitches enter the room." Marcus mutters, making some of the guys laugh.
"You are a hoe! You didn't even wait to break up with Desmond before you started fucking Riley!" She shouts, and Marisol's blood runs cold. The same shit she was afraid of.
"How dare you! You stupid bitch!" She screams, tears filling her eyes. She wasn't just angry, she was infuriated. "You are so lucky Riley's holding me back you bitch!" She says, still struggling to get out of Riley's grip.
"Even if Riley wasn't holding you back you wouldn't do shit!" Cindy shouts back and Marisol's eyes widen. Cindy had her fucked up.
Marisol stops, looks around. "She's got me fucked up." She mutters, and looks at Riley. "She's got me fucked up, Riley." She says, and moves her head to the side a bit. "David, tell her she's got me fucked up." She says, and he looks away. "Jamil, tell this bitch she's got me fucked up!" She shouts, her voice echoing through the court.
"Marisol, please-"
"Tell her, Riley!" She hisses. This wasn't supposed to happen. Riley knew this was a stupid idea.
"Cindy, I think you got the girl fucked up." Marcus says, and Marisol looks at Jamil.
"Tell her what I did to your cousin Jamil." Marisol says. "Tell her what happened when I fought your cousin."
"I bet you got your ass whooped." Cindy says, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Marisol pulled her arms away from Riley and ducks underneath his arm in one smooth movement, her hand balling up and her arm shooting out hitting Cindy in the face.
Directly after the first one connected, she pulled back, her other fist hitting Cindy in the nose. Cindy staggers back, covering her face. She grits her teeth and lunges at Marisol.
The two fight. It switched often, Cindy appearing as if she was winning only for Marisol to come back and attack, making it seem as if she was winning. It got really bad once Cindy tackled Marisol, getting on top of her, the two punching each other. Cindy grabs Marisol's head and slams it onto the ground.
Marisol grits her teeth in pain and grabs Cindy's face, causing her hands to move from Marisol's head to her hand, trying to pry it off. Marisol manages to push her off, her hand still in place and her nails digging into Cindy's face. She moves to get up, her hand pushing Cindy down. She was slightly bent, trying to keep Cindy in place. She then swings her leg, letting it connect with Cindy's side.
"Oh shit!" Jerome says, and Riley turns to face him. They all had their phones out, recording the two fight. He shakes his head, turning back to Marisol and watching as she kicks Cindy in the side once more. Cindy groans, and Marisol lets go. Cindy turns on her stomach and Marisol shakes her head, raising her foot once more and slamming it down on Cindy's head.
"Stupid bitch." Marisol grunts, slamming her foot down once more. She raises her foot once more, but David and Jamil grab her, pulling her away. "I'm fine." She says, shrugging the guys off. "I'm done." She says, still looking at Cindy, who was slowly getting up.
"Damn." The guys mutter as they see Cindy's face. She was bleeding from her lip and nose. Marcus looks at Marisol, who's lip was swollen.
"Damn." He mutters, looking around. "Remind me to never get on her bad side."
"Just as bad as this nigga." James says, pushing Riley slightly. James didn't like Cindy anyway. It was time someone fucked her up. Riley shakes his head, and walks over to Marisol, Jamil and David passing him and moving to Cindy.
"I'm pressing charges!" Cindy calls out, wiping her face. "You stupid bitch, I'll see your ass in court! I hope the police get you deported or something you stupid illegal immigrant!"
"What happened to fuck the police tho?" Marcus says, and James laughs. "Damn, y'all crazy."
"You aren't pressing charges Cindy." Marisol says, taking a step toward her. "Don't make me have to beat you until you can't talk." She says, and Riley grabs her arm.
"That's enough." He mutters as Cindy starts yelling.
"I'm not scared of you hoe! I wonder if Riley can taste Desmond's dick while you kiss him! Fuck both of y'all!"
"Oh hell no." Riley mutters, letting Marisol go. She walks over, her fists balled.
"Damn, round two already?" Marcus asks, and Jerome laughs.
"I better have enough space on my phone for this shit." He says, and the others laugh. Jamil grabs Marisol's arms.
"Chill Marisol!" He says, and she inhales.
"You hear her though right?" She asks, and Jamil looks away. "It's their bigs mouths that get them fucked up."
"Don't forget yourself, Marisol." David says, and that was what stopped her. She looks away, sucking her teeth.
"Ok. I'm cool." She says, and Jamil sighs in relief, nodding. He lets her go, and she gives him a small smile.
"Sorry." She says, pushing him to the side and moving to Cindy, who was still on the ground. She kicks her in the face, and moves to kick again, but Cindy grabs her leg. Cindy pushes her away, and moves to get up, struggling. Marisol moves to lunge again, but Jamil grabs her, wrapping his arms tightly around her as if he was a strait jacket.
"You suck." He mutters, and she smirks.
"I hang around Riley too much." She says as Jamil carries her away. He takes her to Riley, who smirks at her. He places her down.
"You should've let her kick some ass nigga." Riley says, and Jamil shakes his head.
"Unlike you niggas, I don't get my dick hard from seeing people fight." Jamil says, and the guys laughs.
"We love seeing a good fight." James says, finishing the recording.
"I guess we not playing basketball then." Marcus says, shrugging. He looks at Marisol, who was cracking her knuckles. "I think you should fix yo shirt tho. I think… Is that a little titty I see?" He says, and her eyes widen, and she fixes her shirt. Riley, gets in front of her, covering her and Marcus laughs. "I'm joking. Yo shirt did need to be fixed tho." He stretches. "Well then, I'm out." He says, looking down at Cindy, who was wiping blood off of her face. "We should get you to the hospital." He says, and she gives him a glare.
"No nigga! I'm fine." She says, getting up. She limps out of the basketball court, Jamil and David at her side to help if she fell or something. Marcus turns to Marisol and the rest, shrugging and he follows.
"You did good girl." James says, lightly punching her arm. "Someone needed to fuck that bitch up." He says, and she laughs.
"Sad it had to be me though." Marisol says, shaking her head. "I hate fighting. It's barbaric and disgusting. Instead of using my fists, I'd rather use my words."
James looks at her as if she'd grown another head. "It did not seem that way when you were fucking her up yo." He says, and Marisol shrugs.
This chapter is longer because the other ones were super short. I also wanted to put some action in it. I feel as if the other chapters have been boring, so I made this. Btw, I couldn't let my girl Mari lose, but Cindy didn't go down without a fight, so that's cool. I guess it gives Mari a more 'don't judge a book by it's cover' feel, which is cool.