#opp: riley marra

[murderselfies]

“What do you mean? Of course I do. Look, I don’t like Tyler much, but he has good taste.” There was no two hotter girls in Lakewood than Riley and Brooke. Sarah was hot, but Jake didn’t want to hook up with her just because she reminded him of Brooke. Riley, however, she was her own person. She didn’t look or sound like anyone else, but herself. Though she despised his wicked ways, Jake had somewhat of a crush on her. She was loyal, brave, and social. All things Jake could admire and appreciate in a person. Especially since true ride or dies were almost impossible to find in the small town of Lakewood.  

“Dude, what the hell was that? Blowing rings? I didn’t know you smoke. I had Brooke take a hit and she coughed up a fur-ball.” He laughed, before dropping Riley’s foot to lay down on the lounge chair beside her. She was small enough for him to squeeze in beside her without squishing her. “We’re really going to talk numbers?” Jake smirked, before taking the joint back for a puff. Like Riley, he blew circles above their heads. “I slept with five. But yo, before you judge. I turned down Nina. So, let it be known, the Jake does have standards.” He laughed, handing the joint over. “What about you? What’s Riley Marra’s body count? Let me guess. Uhm. I’d say 3? You seem preserved but not prudish…”

[ssweeneys]

TYLER & RILEY

“Well, would you look at that,” An alert had just binged her on her phone, reminding the students of George Washington High that PJ and Jake were throwing a huge rager at the beach after school. A fuck you and this stupid town’s curfew party that was sure to end in disaster, someone getting publicly humiliated or either one or the two hosts, getting arrested. Riley’s bets were on Jake but, PJ was fair game too at this point and could easily give Jake Fitzgerald a run for his money. “We should go. C’mon it’ll be fun. You could stand to take a night off from all the brooding. And who knows.. you might even find someone to help get your mind of you know who.” Someone like me, Riley thought but didn’t say out loud. Brooke was her best friend but lately, she was sitting on a good thing. Tyler deserved to be happy. And Riley firmly believed she could be that person. They were great together. They got along, and Riley didn’t know about Tyler, but she could see a physical attraction there. “By the way, I’m not taking no for an answer so it’s pretty much decided for you at this point.”  /  @tyoneill

[murderselfies]

starter for riley marra.

Days felt longer, and nights colder. After trusting the sun not to burn him, it turned his flesh to ash. He trusted her not to do anything that would betray what they had. He believed in her. He thought she wasn’t like anyone else, but maybe dream girls only exist in – dreams. Riley was a good one, wholesome and sincere. Tyler knew about her crush on him but he couldn’t go there with her. He didn’t want to lose her. What they shared was too special to him. Riley was as close to finding Skye as he was ever going to get. She was family, a sister. That’s why he trusted her to pick up his pieces when he drove to her house that morning, in his Dodge Viper. Which, ironically, was the same fast car Riley’s parents forbade her from ever getting back into. Tyler wasn’t trying to test their patience. But, it was either the Viper or his motorcycle.

After he received Riley’s response via text, Tyler turned up the music in his car and laid back. His taste in music, like his taste in clothes returned to its default setting: loud and black. Those things, in addition to the flask in his cup holder was reason enough for Riley to call him out on his current state of mind. “The alcohol is for later, sweet girl.” Tyler tried to lift a smile but it fell apart before he could fully commit to it. “Despite what your parents think, I would never put you at risk. You still trust me, don’t you?” Tyler turned to face her over his shoulder. His eyes were red and tired. There were a lot of rumors about him: he was a killer, a psychopath, a hacker. But, Tyler didn’t care about any of it. The only thing bothering him was losing Brooke. He didn’t think she was a slut, but he did think she didn’t care about him the way he thought she did. If she did, she never would have been able to go through with Seth.