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Naomi stood with her locker open as she reapplied another layer of lip gloss in front of her tiny compact mirror. She admired her beauty in the reflection before pouting her lips, screwing back on the applicator, and throwing the tube into her makeup bag. It was the middle of the school day right before transition into her next class.
The class was Anatomy 401 and she was dreading its impending approach. Although she was a phenomenal student, always bringing home A's and B's to her rich and overbearing father, she couldn't care less for science and found it boring. She decided she would much rather skip class to smoke weed with her girls or binge-watch episodes of The Real Housewives of Atlanta. Don't get Naomi wrong, she was a classy girl with extremely high standards but even she was not immune to more devious behaviors and influences.
During her senior year, at her current high school, she was the queen of the crop. Many underclassmen feared, worshiped, and lusted after her. She wasn't your typical mean black girl but she carried herself very highly and emitted an intensely strong aura of "don't fuck with me."
She prided herself in her authority and even milked her influence from time to time. Naomi had big plans for this upcoming spring, moving towards graduation and it was nothing her high school had seen yet. Even she was anticipating the upcoming prom season and planned to head straight for gold; prom queen.
It was only a right of passage, especially being the most popular girl in school and she learned to keep up appearances from her "perfect" mother and father. The Andersons were an extremely wealthy family, ensuring their kin had the best of the best. Naomi's, mother invested time and money to make sure her baby girl had the best clothes, accessories, education, and weave.
The 18 year old was used to dressing her best every time she left the house and was never seen dressed down. The use of sweatpants and hoodies was strictly forbidden outside the house but nothing got a rise out of Mr. Anderson like Crocs. He found the shoes absolutely disgraceful and went on an entire tangent to Naomi and her older brothers, warning them he would behave badly if he found them on their feet.
This strict upbringing established the framework for Naomi's public persona and she used it to her advantage. She was shown daily that navigating life was much easier with a built in wall that blocked everyone from getting too close. The upkeep of her facade allowed her to climb the social status hierarchy, be well-liked but leave limited access to her peers. It was better that way.
After she finished touching up her makeup, she quickly grabbed her books from the top shelf of her locker and placed them into her large silver Telfar bag. Her aunt insisted on gifting it to her for her 18th birthday, which Naomi accepted even though she wanted it in the color 'lemon drop.' This was one of the few times she didn't speak up and demanded something better, just for the sake of sparing her aunt's feelings. She did not do that often, especially when it came to men.
Naomi saw men as toys and accessories, things to be taken advantage of. Even her own father was not exempt from her manipulative and calculated tactics, often being persuaded to give into her every desire. This fact was most evident on her 16th birthday when she refused to accept the white 2015 Tesla Model S as her gift.
For months, she had been telling her family she wanted a blue Tesla X and her dad's refusal to listen bothered her to no end. Instead of throwing a tantrum, that morning she woke up and came outside to test drive her new vehicle. She simply walked back into the house without a word, not caring to acknowledge her father's massive screw up. Everyone including her mom, older brothers and the maids gathered to celebrate her special day but were all stopped in their tracks once the teen retreated back to her suite, ignoring them. It wasn't until later that day her mother approached her room door asking her what was the matter. Through the door Naomi admitted she was not pleased and advised them to "try again next year."
Although she was gifted many things and far more blessed than plenty of kids at her school, Naomi had no problem going after what she wanted. The next morning she called the Tesla company to inform them she was not satisfied with her purchase and requested to have a new model delivered to her home. All charges to be sent to her father's bill. This was all done under his nose as he was astonished when on his route to work, he saw the new vehicle be traded out in his large mansion's driveway. She used a similar method to pull in her victims and make them do her bidding. This was who she was, there was no denying it.
Even though Naomi had many admirers, no others were as close to her as her closest friends Destiny and Thalia. You would think the other two girls were her minions but she respected them and treated them with the utmost grace. She confided in them about everything and all three engaged in many adventures together, similar to their detour this morning.
The young women had planned to skip their first two class periods to smoke in Naomi's car. Thalia had rolled them a blunt and she lit it up as soon as Naomi pulled out of the student parking lot. For the next hour they got high, laughed and talked behind an abandoned middle school building. However, Naomi was adamant about making it back in time to the worst class in her high school career. Her grade was slipping to a low C, and that was unacceptable in the Anderson household. The weed was an extra precaution since she needed to be high in order to tolerate Ms. Delroy's nasally voice and boring ass teaching. Her annoyance and lack of understanding the natural sciences caused Naomi to hate the class period and she would do anything to make it bearable.
Naomi continued to shuffle around in her purse, looking for her perfume. With her hand the bag, she rummaged around coming across the leftover 2 grams of weed she had from earlier before grabbing onto her perfume bottle and squirting a few puffs on her body. She breathed in the scent of the expensive perfume, knowing it would last all day. In the middle of her refresh she heard her name being called by a masculine voice. She lifted her head, ears perking up and she recognized its owner. She sat her silver bag in her locker before turning towards the direction of the call. She narrowed her round brown eyes.
There stood Nameer Sanders, the school's most popular boy, star varsity basketball player and Naomi's most recent conquest. He stood tall, handsome and brown skinned, at the staggering height of 6'4. Nameer was everything a girl could ask for in a man.
They made eye contact and he smiled, quickly heading over to the beautiful girl. At meeting her gaze, Nameer admired how everything about her was put in place. Her hair was layered and curled perfectly, the honey blonde highlights creating a beautiful contrast to her ebony skin. Naomi wore the best clothes, tailored to accentuate her tall but curvy figure. Even her makeup was flawless as she loved to do a light natural beat and added lash clusters to compliment her eyes. When she smiled, her teeth sparkled and Nameer admired that.
"What Nameer?" she questioned him as soon as he was directly in front of her. She looked at him with low eyes and low tolerance. The girl was still high from her last session and did not want to be bothered with Nameer's airheadedness.
That was the thing the boy had it all, the looks, the height and the skill. However, Naomi wondered often if the boy had ever had a logical thought in his entire 18 years of living. She wondered if he had been dropped on his head somewhere along the way and if a couple critical thinking brain cells fell out at the impact. That was why she was cross with him now.
"Oh Naomi, don't be like that." he pleaded, lifting his long muscular arm up to lean on the locker adjacent to hers. Naomi looked at him with a bored look. "You can't seriously be still upset about what happened last week?" he questioned, looking down at her.
