Better™(Feat. Roc Royal)

1. Little Miss "Perfection"

**Nevaeh**

Has there ever been a time when you could just wake up and say "wow...my life is perfect"? That's everyday for me; Mrs. Chresanto Au- I mean Nevaeh Simmons. I guess i should start telling you about my life?

Nah.

You'll catch on as you read.

Ever since I started dating Chresanto - a senior who's head of the football team -ive become instantly popular. Being seen with the sexiest, funniest, sweetest, sexiest, most charming guy in school makes you important I guess. He is the whole package. Every girl's dream...literally. If looks could kill... Everytime he walks into a room it's like it becomes the red carpet. He's the king, and I'm the queen. The school is our own personal runway.

Speaking of school, that's what I'm doing right now; strutting my stuff down the hallway to my locker with my two best friends; Christina and Ciera following close behind me, who were talking about some new beauty magazine that just came out. Everyone cleared the way as I came through, a few boys checking me out and whistling. I rolled my eyes and smiled at the immaturity. I would be lying if I said I didn't like the attention I get everyday from my fellow schoolmates.

Once I made it to my locker I dialed in my combination and almost automatically checked myself in my mirror. Chres says my tan skin complements my curves perfectly...whatever that means. I smiled at my reflection satisfied with what I saw; shoulder length brown hair, flawless face, soft lips, hazel eyes. If I say so myself, I'm perfect. I'm not cocky, I'm confident. Learn the difference boo. Your judgement is not needed. I applied some of my favorite lip gloss and stuck it back in my pocket. Just when I was about to grab my books I was pulled by my waist and pinned to the closed locker next to me. I smirked deviously as I became face-to-face with my gorgeous boyfriend.

"Why so rough?" I affirmed with a hint of sass in my voice. Chres licked his lips as he stared down at mine, putting both of his hands next to my head on the locker.

"Why so sexy?" He shot back in a whisper, making me blush and cut my eyes from his. He grabbed my chin with his fingers and brought my face to his, attacking my lips almost immediately. It took me a while, but I finally caught up to his pace, snaking my arms around his neck. His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring it. Our tongues wrestled as his hands slid down my ass, tapping it, giving me a signal to hop up. I did so and wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping my back to the locker for support.

After a minute I started losing my breath, I pulled away only to be pulled back in.

"Roc," Just when I was going to say something else, the bell rang.

He sighed and broke our kiss. "You got lucky,"

"Thank you. Now let me down," I demanded with a frown.

"One more kiss," he begged as he began leaning in again.

"Chres, we're late for class!" I whined.

"Just one more!" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and gave him one more peck.

"There. Down please." He smiled and put me back on the floor. I went back to my open locker and adjusted my clothes and hair. Christina and Indiyah were long gone along with the majority of the students, a few of the usual late students lounging around. "I'm gonna kill you," I mumbled as I grabbed my books from my locker and closed it, powerwalking to class. I could feel Chres following behind me, trying to keep up.

"Since when do you care about being late to class?" He chuckled.

"Since right now considering I have almost 50 tardies thanks to you and your hormones," I snapped as I continued treading down the hallway.

"How about I make it up to you? I'll pick you up tonight at 7,"

"You know how my dad is and plus I have practice tonight, can't. Sorry babe." I stopped in front of my class and gave Chres a peck on the lips before going in the classroom. I swear I heard him say something but I ignored it and headed to my seat.

"Late again, Miss Simmons," my English teacher, Mr. Allen complained in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Allen, there was an emergency in the bathroom," I lied. Mr. Allen disregarded my excuse and began the lesson.

"More like 'Sex Services' at locker 213," my head snapped in the direction of Craig who was sitting next to me. I made sure my teacher's back was turned before giving him a good clout on the back of his head. The entire class bursted in laughter and that certianly got my teacher's attention.

"Alright, what's going on here?" The class fell silent again and Mr. Harris scanned the class, putting his hands on his hips, waiting for someone to speak up. "Anyone?" He inquired as he began walking up and down the row of desks. When he made it to my row, he stopped right next to my desk.

"Perhaps, Miss Simmons would like to share the big practical joke that was so hilarious, we had to stop class for. Miss Simmons?" My teacher as well as the entire class shifted their eyes on me. I didn't fall under pressure, I love being the center of attention.

"My pleasure," I smiled sweetly and got up from my seat, strutting my stuff up to the front of the classroom. I could feel the hungry eyes of the lascivious guys, and the angry eyes of the envious girls on my ass. I turned on my heel and faced my fellow classmates. I put on a goofy smile and tried to hold back my giggle.

"Why does snoop dogg carry an umbrella?" I paused dramatically before shouting the answer. "Foe drizzle!" Majority of my classmates giggled and snickered, while the other half gave me dirty looks. I laughed along with the other students and headed back to my seat. My teacher leaned down to my ear, his breath tickling my ear.

"No more disrupting my class," he snarled in my ear before going back to the board and continuing the lesson. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as unwanted chills ran up my spine. Well that certainly shut me up. Why he gotta be so creepy tho? I'm gonna press charges for sexual assault.

No I won't.

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