My Ride Or Die

Chapter 4

Brice POV
-2 weeks Later-
"Good Morning Ms. Brice."

"Good morning Nicki." I smile kindly at her before making my way to the dining hall where Mom and dad sat at a long table.

I sigh before sitting at the center.

"Good morning mom. Morning dad." I smile

"Hello sweety." Dad says reading the paper.

" Yes hello sweety." Mom says as she skims through a book for events.

Breakfast is silent as we eat and do our own things.

"Um where is Princess Anisa?" I ask

"She is chatting with her mother on what do you kids call it...time face?" Dad says behind his paper.

"Facetime dad...facetime. How can she use a phone yet I cant have one?" I ask

"We dont want you exposed to that. You're too young sweety." Mom says not looking up from her book.

"Im 18 Mother." I say sternly and she just waves me off as I huff.

"Dad Im thinking about attending the art show that I saw would be in town in the newspapers." I say looking at him.

"Mhm thats nice sweety." He states as a guard brings a phone for him.

"Hello Senator!" Dad says standing up and walking off.

I throw my napkin on the table and get up; not that Mom even noticed. This is utterly ridiculous. My parents barly notice me and its been like this since forever. Im tired of this and the way I am.

I walk outside to the garden and down the walkway to the little corner where I find my guard smoking a blunt? Is that what they call it.

"I want you to change me." I say sternly as he looks over at me confused.

"What?"

"Im tired of being a push over. Change me."

"Ok bab-"

"No...take me to the mall and do as you must."

"Uh you sure Brice. You don-"

"I want to." I say confidently.

He sighs,"Well we cant go now. We will leave early like last time."

I nod and smile as I walk off.
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"Oh she definitely needs a touch up.. Look at these ends."

"Just hook her up with something nice Fredo." Khalil sighs as he takes a seat and places his shades over his eyes as he lays back.

"When was the last time you got a touch up?" Fredo asks putting a hand on his waist.

"Um..a what...cant I have a small trim?" I ask.

Fredo rolls his eyes, "Listen Im here at 2 in the damn morning for this. If we doing this then we doing this my way."

He snaps my head forward and I feel like I got whiplash. I watch in horror as pieces of my deep brown hair fall to the floor and then Fredo puts what looks like foil on my hair.

"Is this th-"

"Shut up." Fredo snaps and I do as told.

Two hours later im spun around and I look at myself.

"I took the liberty of doing your make up too." Fredo states.

I touch my face in awe and get up to get a closer look. I cant believe that this is me..I look so beautiful...I look different.

"YO FOOL!" Fredo throws a tampon that he takes out of his poket and I sort of look at him flustered.

Khalil jumps and looks inour direction and when he sees me his jaw drops.

"W-woah Brice you- uh....you look nice." He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly.

I blush but the moment is soon gone as Fredo holds out his hand.

"450." He states

"Four bucks and fifty cents thanks man! I can pay fo-"

"No fool fuck outta here...400." Fredo snaps and Khalil looks at me.

"Yea your daddy gonna have to cover that." With that he slips Fredo my dads card.

"How did you get my dads card?"

"Dont worry about it sweetheart." Khalil winks at me.
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"COME ON BRICE!"

I look at myself in the mirror. My top was so tight and these jeans made my ass look huge. I try to pull my top up but my boobs wouldnt allow it. I sigh before walking out of the fitting room.

"Um..its a bit tight." I blush and Khalil gets up.

"No...its fine." He states looking me up and down.

I avoid his gaze as he clears his throat.

"The outfit is missing one thing."

He walks off and comes back with 6 inch red heels.

"Are those suppose to be shoes?" I look at the heels in shock.

"What too high?"

"Uh yea...not unless you want me to fall and bust my ass." I quickly cover my mouth as Khalil looks at me in shock.

"You. Just. Cursed."

"I-I know and Im so sorry."

"No dont be."

"But it was so inappropriate." I look down as it becomes silent.

"Ok maybe the heels was too much of a stretch..how about...some converses."

He hands the white sneakers and I slide them on.

"Comfortable." I smile as he grabs some more random clothes off the racks.
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"Thank you for um...this make over." I gesture to myself as we get out of the truck and sit in the back.

"It was no problem but..why the sudden change of heart?" He asks

"I-I dont know. I guess Im just tired of my parents ignoring me. Maybe this will make them notice me." I explain.

"So you did this more for them,than yourself?"

"Well no...sort of. I just. Im done with the old me. I want to be bormal and not have to deal with the responsibilities of being presidents daughter. Im suppose to be perfect but I cant always be and when I try to do so much for my parents they just think of me as non existent. Like Im not even there." I rant and Khalil listened to every word.

"Im sorry . I wish I could tell you that I get it but...I dont."

I look at him and he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"I want to be normal Khalil."

He gets closer and his lips brush iver mine, "You are normal Brice."

Just as his lips are about to make contact with mine I pull my face away and look anywhere but him.

"Khalil we cant...you're my guard and thats how..it should stay." I say.

He pulls away a little hurt and clears his throat, "Yea. I understand."
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I sneak into my room quickly and shut the door before jumping onto my bed. I feel so..I dont know. Was this the right choice.

I notice a note on my dresser and I walk over and read it.

"Ill show u normal~ K ;) "