DANGEROUSLY IN LOVE

III

September 17, 2000
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Giselle's POV: 
As I sat there waiting for Marshall to arrive, I watched some TV, turning on a soap TV show. It was getting pretty late already, I wanted to have dinner and then come home and relax. The last few weeks have been busy with rehearsing for concerts and recording with the girls. Kelly secretly started talking to Porter aka Denaun. They had a bit of a 'thing' going on, even though she denied it. I can read her better than anyone. I checked the time over and over again, a few minutes passing by, then 15 minutes pass by. He was supposed to be here around 6,

it was already 6:15. We had reservations according to him, and we'd probably lose our spot. I sighed and stood up, fixing my dress. I walked over to the mirror in my living room, fixing my hair. I had put my chair in a slick back ponytail, wearing a red dress, decently short but not too short. And some wedges. I applied another round of red lipstick on my lips, making them pop. Red always looked good on my creole skin, it was suiting for me.

"Hey girl! Marshall, here yet?" Michelle peaked out around the corner by the kitchen, her in pajamas.

"Not yet, he's 15 minutes late!" I stated walking over to her.

"Maybe he had to take care of his kids, he's a busy man. He will probably be here anytime soon!" She reassured me and disappeared back into the kitchen. I sighed and decided to go upstairs to my room and wait. I stood outside my balcony which was in my room, the sun going down slowly. It was a beautiful orange sky, the clouds disappearing. I kept hearing cars roar by, hoping it was him. But it wasn't. I sat on my bed and went through my phone, debating on either to call his number. Thirty minutes passed, and I was getting frustrated, how long does it take a man to get ready? Does he need to put on makeup?

I decided to go back downstairs and wait, hoping he would arrive and apologize. I went back into the kitchen and sat down with the girls, watching them eat dinner. We chit-chatted about random things, boys, music and regular life. It was getting close to him being an hour late, suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I got out of the barstool excitedly, I practically ran to the door, swinging it open. It was my sister Solange. I groaned loudly and let her in,

"Wow, someone isn't excited to see her sister!" She joked and hugged me. I sighed and rolled my eyes,

"Marshall was supposed to pick me up over an hour ago. He still isn't here!"

"Where was he taking you?" She asked,

"Out to dinner. He wanted to apologize for being a douche to me." I stated, shutting the door, we walked into the kitchen.

"Well, he better pick you up soon! Or else he's going to have a problem with me." She smirked and nudged me. My sister was insanely protective of me, as I was of her. Nobody messed with the Knowles family. Not even my mother.

"So. Do you think he's going to make it?" Kelly asked as I sat back down on the stool.

"I sure hope so, or else he gonna regret it!" I grabbed some wine from the fridge and poured myself a drink. We all sat down, drinking and having a good time. An hour passed, then 2. Now I was getting angry. I paced the living room back and forth, now all of us girls sitting in the living room.

"He's probably just being a coward, not man enough to take you out to dinner." Solange stated, taking a sip of her drink.

"It's not that hard to take someone out to dinner. C'mon he acts all tough and like a bad boy in his music, why can't he be that in real life. He makes no sense." I yelled.

"Men never make sense." The girls stated all together. We laughed, well, that was true. We all sat there discussing Marshall. Yes, I thought he was attractive and cool, but I don't think I'm his type. From what I have read and viewed from meeting him, he only likes strippers or groupies. I don't do none of that, and I'm not one. I would never date somebody like him either, he seems too arrogant. But, maybe he's not and I'm just reading him wrong, but he is perplexing. The night went on, and I started getting a bit tipsy, feeling my body become like electricity. I stumbled to the phone and groaned, dialing Marshall's number. I thought I'd leave him a message since he decided not to show up. I was still coherent,