Marissa throws a bunch of bras on her bed, making a disgusted face with each look of them. I sit on her bed, watching her. If only I had a lot like her, I wouldn't need to wash my few bras over and over. How nice...

Marissa has a bra for each day of the week in all sorts of colors, two purses for every day of the week, and even her own stylist. Her father hired him when he had to go on a business trip for a couple months. He tends to buy her something new every time he goes on a trip. Can you say bribery? Marissa never uses her stylist, though. She doesn't use anything her father buys her. Marissa knows he's only trying to buy her love, and she doesn't like it. Until he actually pays attention to her, Marissa isn't going to use anything he buys her.

I'm pretty sure that is why Angela hates Marissa so much. She envies all the new things she gets weekly. Plus, Angela is probably upset Marissa's father puts Marissa first. That's how it should be though, right? I mean, unlike my father, normal dads actually put their children before everything else.

Even though he is constantly away, Marissa's father always tends to put Marissa before Angela when it comes to important things. Small things like Marissa getting a good grade doesn't matter to him. If Marissa was to say she made an athletic team, the cheerleading squad, or any other after school thing, he wouldn't care. He probably wouldn't even have heard her when she told him.

On the other hand, if she was to come home saying she's got a free ride to college, he would care. If Marissa was to say she won a championship from being on that after school team or group, he might care. Marissa hates this about her father.

For now, she keeps her distance from him until that one day he realizes he should start caring, which isn't too hard, considering he's always out of town. It's a shame he is only home for three days at the maximum. I know this upsets Marissa, too. She hates that she can never spend any real time with him.

"Stace. Stacie."

"Huh?" I say, snapping out of my trance. I guess I was thinking too hard that I forgot about everything around me again.

"Which one?" Marissa asks, holding up two bras to her skin. One is red where you tie it up front, and the other is a golden yellow with strings hanging down, hiding her stomach.

"I like the yellow one. It looks better with your skin," I say as I point to it.

"Really?"

"Yeah, the red one made you look funny. It wouldn't look right on you. The yellow one looks a lot better."

"Okay, I trust your decision." Marissa puts the red one away and closes the door to her swim-in closet behind her, so she can get dressed. A minute passes by before she swims out flaunting her beauty.

"Nick is going to love you in that," I state.

She smiles, "How'd you know about Nick?"

"Really? Did you forget I have been your best friend for twelve years? I notice how every time history class comes, you get excited. I'm pretty sure it's not to learn." Marissa chuckles. "And I see how you smile so cheerfully before you go to sit with him when we have to work on our projects." She begins to blush. "And I see how you are always so happy when you leave him."

"I guess I'm not hard to figure out," Marissa says, laughing some more.

"Not to me."

"I'm not the only one, though. I can see how you get with Alex, even before you told me you liked him. You would always get excited and would be just as happy as me when you leave him. At the end of the day, you would look so cheery, but not because the school day had ended." I begin to feel my blush coming on. "And I'm pretty sure it's because you have multiple classes with him, unlike me and Nick."

"I guess you can read me, too." Marissa nods proudly.

"Yes, I can."