Marshall POV
"So you're going on a date?"
"It's not a date"
"You're going to hang out with a woman alone in a public place?"
"That's right"
"So it's a date" Hailie beamed at me.
"No, it's not, we're not dating"
"But you ARE seeing each other? Hanging out? Alone?"
"That is what I said, Hai"
"So you're going on a date"
I turn and give her an annoyed look "No"
"Okay, why isn't it a date then?" She replied as she crossed her arms giving me an expecting look.
"Because it's not" I say, giving her a glare "Cut it out, daddy fucked up years ago and it's complicated"
"Whatever you say" She said picking up her bag walking towards the entrance of my house" You better get going, you're going to be late for your date"
"It's not a dat-"
"Have fun, love you!" was all I heard cutting me off before the front door slammed.
The apple of my eye was giving me a goddamn eye twitch.
Turning up demanding we go for dinner then bombarding me with questions until I give in.
Story of my life.
I grunt to myself as I roll my eyes and checking myself in the hallway mirror.
Dressed casually in a bomber jacket, T-shirt, jeans and a pair of AF1s, I decided this was it.
It wasn't a date.
I mean shit there is still far too much drama to deal with and get my head around for that.
And technically we had already slept together.
I grabbed my keys and started to head to my car, locking up the house behind me.
I get in my car and start driving in the direction towards Leila's house.
I wasn't gonna lie, I was nervous.
Of course years of being plagued by anxiety didn't help, even in the smallest of situations, it's made everything a big issue.
Hailie's light taunting had put me on edge.
I wasn't even sure where to begin with Leila, I mean to push anything with her would be terrifying.
So, starting off casual made sense, light and uncomplicated.
I pulled up outside Leila's house, jumping out and walking to her front door and knocking.
The front door flew open in record time, only to see Alec looking down at me.
"So, yall going out huh?"
I glare up at him "Yo she let you back in the house bro, good for you"
"She ain't ever been angry at me for this short of time, probably something to do with your stupid ass" He leaned against the doorframe and smirked at me.
"You gonna let me in billy goat or you just gonna stand in the way"
He snorts and pats my shoulder "Shell be right out Romeo, don't be a dickhead, and have a good night"
I roll my eyes and dab him as he strolls past me towards his car.
I walk in close to the front door behind me, standing in the hallway.
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