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Nevaeh sat at her vanity, a brush in her right hand, applying subtle brown eyeshadow to her eyes. The black teenager had already straightened her hair again because Bryson found it too messy in the morning, and her make-up was almost finished, all that was missing was lipliner and a light lip tint which was very similar to her actual lip color, which she had to apply to complete her make up for the day. She kept it simple and relatively elegant, just the way her boyfriend particularly liked it div>

"What is that?"

The McKay-girl put the brush aside after she was satisfied with the blending and reached for her favorite lip liner as she looked through the mirror at Bryson, who came out of her bathroom, freshly showered and already dressed. He stood at the end of her bed and reached for the simple white shirt that Nevaeh had already put out for herself, looking at it almost with disgust.

"This is my outfit for today. I thought you liked the pants because they fit so nicely on my hips." That"s what he told her when the teenager wore the low-waisted jeans for the first time.

"Yeah fool, I like the jeans cause of your hips and all, but what"s the point if this top covers everything?" Bryson shook his head annoyed and opened her closet, carelessly throwing the white shirt in and looking for something else for her.

Meanwhile, Nevaeh fixed her make-up with a spray - it was nothing new that Bryson corrected her choice of outfit, even though the girl found her choice for the day very cute,she let him have his way, because on the one hand, she didn"t want to start a fight with him and on the other hand, Nevaeh had a terribly bad conscience towards her boyfriend.

After realizing last night that she had cheated on Bryson with none other than Nate Jacobs, she ran straight to her room to put the water bottle on one of her dressers and then, as quietly as possible, dug out some fresh underwear from a drawer. With this and her robe, the teenager disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower.

She felt dirty.

Not because she didn"t want what Nate was doing to her, but because she wanted to, even though her boyfriend, who she had been dating for about a year, was sleeping upstairs.

What was worst for Nevaeh was the fact that she not only allowed it, but that she enjoyed it. She felt amazing as Nate fingered her. He knew exactly what to do to give her an orgasm, something Bryson couldn"t do or simply didn"t care about.

But no matter how good his kisses and touches felt on her skin, it was wrong.

Wrong because she knew about Nate"s reputation.

Wrong because he was her brother"s best friend.

Wrong because Nate and Bryson were hanging out.

But above all it was wrong because she was in a relationship with Bryson.

She loved him and yet she did something so bad to him. She despised people who cheated on their partner, in her eyes you should break up before sharing a bed with another person, anything else is unfair, but here she was... looking into her mirror to see a person who had cheated on her partner.

"Here, put this on, it fits better."

Bryson"s voice made Nevaeh turn from her reflection. He was holding a similar white top in his hands, but unlike the shirt she wanted to wear, this one was more revealing.

The girl frowned with a sigh. "Don"t you think that"s a little short to wear to school. I mean... My parents wouldn"t approve of that. Chris wouldn"t approve of that."

A grin stretched across Bryson"s flawless face. "Well, it"s a good thing that neither your parents nor your big brother are here then." With that he threw the short top at her. Nevaeh caught it before it could hit her face and stood up, grabbing her jeans from the bed to change in the bathroom.

She never had a problem changing in front of Bryson, but after what she had done, it felt wrong to her - like he could see her body being touched by strange hands.

Before Nevaeh could leave her room, Bryson grabbed her wrist. "Where do you think you going?"

The girl turned her head in his direction, trying to think of a plausible explanation. "I... I thought that..." -

"That you have to change somewhere else? Nah, you"re changing here, right in front of me." He bit his lip as he looked his girlfriend up and down. "Or is there a problem with that?" His eyes met hers sternly.

The black teen laughed nervously, as if Bryson had said something extremely absurd. "No Baby, I just..." Her words trailed off as she still had no explanation for her behavior that wouldn"t reveal that she had engaged in sexual activity with Nate the night before, instead she undid the knot of her white robe and let it slide to the floor.

As she stood in front of him in nothing but red lace panties, Bryson couldn"t help but wrap his arms around her petite body. Her brown skin felt so soft under his hands and when he buried his nose in the crook of her neck, he could smell the delicate scent of her peach lotion. Nevaeh tensed as Bryson slid his fingers over her hips to the waistband of her underwear. It felt good and Nevaeh would enjoy his touches if they didn"t remind her of how good another boy had made her feel not even twenty four hours ago.

Bryson, who wasn"t the best at reading people"s body language, took Nevaeh"s tension as a sign of enjoyment and began kissing her neck while his hands roaming all over her body.

"I"m going to fucking ruin you." He whispered in her ear and was about to slide his hands into her panties, but before that could happen, the teenager-girl grabbed Bryson"s wrist to stop him. Knowing that he didn"t handle rejection well, she cupped his face with one hand, forcing him to look at her.

"Today is the first day of school, we don"t want to be late." Nevaeh"s voice is gentle as she reasoned with him. Her thumb stroked his cheek; she could feel his stubble beneath her fingers.

A huge difference from Nate, who was always clean-shaven. A voice speaks in her head.

Oh, are we comparing the two now? Spoke another one in a mocking tone.

To silence both voices in her thoughts, she stood on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Bryson"s lips. "We have plenty of time after school for anything you want, baby." Biting her lip seductively, Nevaeh spoke the words quietly.

Are you sure you want to sleep with him after Nate finger fucked you? That"s some savage shit, girl...

"You"re so in for it when we get back here." Bryson let go of his girlfriend, but didn"t miss the opportunity to let his blue eyes wander over Nevaeh"s almost naked body again.

She looked like a goddess - his goddess!

She was the black beauty that he knew almost every boy at school would love to have at his side. She looked so innocent and yet so sexy, so tempting. She is what everyone wants but no one can have.

He was the only one who could have her and he loved that he could rub it in everyone"s face.

That"s why he was with her.

Nevaeh was glad that she was able to stop Byson from having sex with her so quickly and without it turning into an argument.

She pulled the top over her head and the pants over her slim legs and looked at herself skeptically in the mirror. It didn"t look bad, but the girl thought that the low-slung pants and the very short top made her look very naked. Normally she didn"t have a problem with that, she liked her body - especially because Bryson always complimented it - but she was on her way to school and not to a party.

"Are you sure about this top?" With a frown, Nevaeh turned slightly to the side. From behind, the white material covered a little more of her back, but from the front, it barely covered her medium-sized breasts, and it also had a deep V-neckline, which didn"t help Nevaeh to feel more dressed.

Bryson let out a sigh, annoyed by his girlfriend"s disobedient behavior. "Don"t you trust me?" He stood behind Nevaeh, his hands on her hips as he caressed her neck with his lips before looking at their reflection in the mirror with her. "You look hot. We look hot." To demonstrate his words, Bryson positioned himself so that they could now be seen side by side in the mirror. He only wore black trousers, a light shirt with a print and white sneakers, nothing special and yet Nevaeh thought he was right - they looked good together. He looked good. She couldn"t help but smile. "Yeah, that"s what I thought." He praised her by placing several small kisses on her neck.

"Baby stop" Nevaeh giggled as she tried to playfully push Bryson away. "Your beard..." She couldn"t form a complete sentence because she was laughing so much.

The girl loved moments like these, moments where she could laugh carefree with Bryson. In these moments she forgot every disagreement, every argument and every situation in which she disappointed Bryson again. In those moments everything just felt right with him.

"What, you think my beard is annoying?" He nuzzled her neck again which made her laugh out loud.

"No... but..." Her constant giggle interrupted her.

"But what, huh?" Bryson asked playfully.

Nevaeh already had a stomach ache from laughing so hard when he finally stopped. She turned to him in his arms and cupped his cheek, still giggling slightly. "But he tickles me." Her soft brown eyes wandered over his face. Bryson did the same.

"I love you, that"s why I always want to get the best out of you. You have a hot body that you can show off, so why not doing exactly that. " He gently brushed a strand of straight hair from her face. "You know I always want the best for you, right?"

Nevaeh nodded with a small smile. Even though she was still unsure about the top, she didn"t plan on voicing her doubts - she didn"t want to ruin this precious moment.

Bryson, who had previously had his hands on her hips, now placed one around her neck and stroked her cheek. "You know that I can"t stand it when you don"t answer me in words."

Even though he spoke to her in a calm voice, the teenage-girl couldn"t help but find his gesture and words a bit threatening. "I"m sorry." She removed her hand from his face, afraid that it might be too much physical touch for him. "I know you only want the best for me and I really appreciate that, you know I do."

He patted her face with a proud smile. "That"s why you"re my good girl." Bryson turned away from her to grab his backpack from the floor next to the bed. "You ready for school or?"

Nevaeh bit her lip nervously and looked at her boyfriend. "Um... I promised Rue we"d drive to school together, but I"m sure she"ll be cool with the three of us..." –

"Nah, you drive with your little friend, we"ll meet in front of school." With that he picked up his motorcycle helmet from her dresser and left the room.

No goodbye.

No kiss.

Nothing.

The already rare moment between the couple was over.

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Nevaeh"s fingertips drummed on her steering wheel in time with the music playing in the car. Her brown eyes flicked once more to the clock display on the dashboard. With a sigh she realized that she textet Rue 12 minutes ago that she was standing in front of her house and there was still no sign of her.

In principle it wouldn"t be a problem at all if Nevaeh didn"t know how much Bryson hates waiting and he made it clear that he wanted to see her again before class started. To distract herself from these thoughts, the black-haired girl turned the rearview mirror towards her to check her makeup. As she used her index finger to correct some smudged liner on her lips, her car door opened.

"Sorry, I had a little discussion with my mom, first day of school and shit... was your mom that stressed too?"

While Rue rambled and frantically buckled herself, Nevaeh readjusted her rearview mirror so she had a clear view of everything before answering Rue. "No, my parents said goodbye to Chris this morning and then drove to work themselves, so it was a very relaxed."

Except for the fact that your oh-so-great boyfriend dictated what you should wear today.

Don"t listen to that cynical voice. He only does this because he has our best interests in mind.

"You good, Nevibear?"

Huh?" She frowned at Rue, who raised her eyebrows at her. "Uh yeah, I"m fine." She turned the key in the ignition and drove towards "East Highland High".

Rue squinted her eyes and took a closer look at the girl she would counsider as a very good friend. Visually, there wasn"t much left to see of the Nevaeh before this summer. Her normally curly hair hung straight down her back - Nevaeh had never straightened her hair before, she hadn"t even considered it.Even though people who didn"t accept other people"s boundaries repeatedly asked her as a child and young teenager if they could touch her hair or simply did so without asking, she always loved her natural curls.  Her style in general was also a little different. The McKay-girl was known for her eye-catching outfits, especially because they were often designed and sewn by herself. It was rare that Neveah was seen wearing jeans combined with a simple top.

She looked older, more mature, but not happy.

"So, are you tryna get dicked down at school?" Rue wouldn"t be Rue if she didn"t try to make the situation more bearable for herself with humor, because if she were honest with herself and the drugs she took that morning didn"t numb her emotions, it would make her sad to see Nevaeh like that.

It was as if someone had taken away her lightness. Something that Rue envied about the girl was that she always seemed so carefree, which also gave Rue a strange sense of comfort because it was a contrast to her depressed life.

Nevaeh took a quick look at Rue before focusing back on the road. "What do you mean, girl?" She snorted humorously, trying to ignore the arguing voices in her head.

"What am I talking about? I can see your... your... you know."  With her hands, Rue suggested she had big breasts, which made Nevaeh laugh.

"You can talk about me getting laid, but can"t say the word boobs?" The black-haired girl asked amused.

"Dude, I"m much more surprised that you even know such a word. What happened to my innocent Nevibear?"

She was fingered by Nate Jacobs last night at her parents" house. 

But we lost our innocence long before that, to Bryson.