𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 {𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗}

XVI ~ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭

1:27PM
Sharita's House

Marissa's POV

Dreading in my head about what happened to Dre as I'm sitting on the passenger seat of Kiah's Range Rover. I turn my head looking outside of the window wondering why it had to be him? Or why did God choose me to go through this? Being in that house with his friends was so awkward, they seemed like they were handling it all so well, for them to have known him longer than I have I would have expected way more emotion.

I agreed to go with Kiah to his moms house but I can't say I'm too fond about going, like I'm nervous she might blame me for his death being that he only came to the bnb to surprise me. Besides the fact I'm actually blaming myself for it, that's really the main reason my stomach is full of guilty butterflies.

I just feel like I could have at least got my chance with him you know? Like we were supposed to be a couple, doing couple things, I wanted to call Nye and Mimi giving every detail of me losing my virginity.

I can't even think about how it's going to be when I go back to Dallas after the break. No more facetime calls all day while I'm doing make up, no more of his encouraging words to stay up writing essays for class. I'm really going to miss him, we may have not had an official relationship but he was a friend.

Like a type of friend who loved and cherished every ounce of me and my life, he was so interested in me. I remember he had me read a paper I wrote for an assignment because he wanted to see how I express myself. Little things like that I know I will never find again, because the way our generation is set up now makes me believe I'll be a virgin forever.

Kiah placed her soft hand onto my knee causing me to snap out of my thoughts,
"Baby you alright?"

I haven't actually spoken to Kiah, I've just been nodding my head to answer her, to be honest she's really the only one who's been helping me manage to be sane. I don't even know where Naomi was, I woke up today to see her gone. I won't hold anything to her though I don't expect her to help me get through it because I rather she focus on her mental health.

"Yes," I answered shyly.

"How long were you and Dre together?"

I don't feel like talking but I guess I'll go for it. This is the only source I have to help me feel better.

"Umm we weren't together.. Well actually he had just asked me to be his girlfriend right before-.."
I choked myself up not being able to finish my sentence. I really couldn't bear to say it out loud that he got shot.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry to hear that. I could only imagine what you're feeling."

Nodding my head not knowing what to really say, "Yeah, but we met about a month ago. It sounds short but it felt like we've known each other longer."