'Til We Meet Again Book 2

Chapter 8

Two days til I get back home to Los Angeles, I get to see my baby sister again, Cole and Nancy. I miss them all so much, I'm aching to see them again. These are my last two days at work so I need to make the most out of it and get as much done. I sent an email to Dre the confirmation about Marshall performing in Conseco Fieldhouse but I didn't tell him what I had to do to get him booked because he doesn't need to know and neither does Marshall. I get in the car and drive off to work.

I honestly have no idea how Dre is gonna react when he sees his car scratched up, he is gonna be so angry at me because he is gonna think I did it when Marshall actually did it because he was angry at me for getting us kicked out of the strip club. I park my car a few parking spots down from Marshalls car and I get out. I see Dre drive up to the parking lot of the studio and he parks the car. I see him get out and he smiles at me "Good morning Amanda, how's your morning?" He asks me "Good, I can't wait to get back to LA, how is your morning?" I ask him as he approaches me "Busy, had to run over a few details for Ems Up In Smoke tour and Anger Management tour before I got to work" Dre says and now I see his eyes divert to the scratch on his car

"What did you do?" He glares at me "I didn't scratch your car, Dre" I shake my head "Then who fucking scratched my car, Amanda, since you are the only one who is driving my car?" Dre raises his voice at me "I went to a strip club with Dina, Proof, Shanice my childhood best friend, and Em, we both got kicked out by the bouncer because we were both causing problems and Em keyed your car thinking it was mine" I explain to him "So Em did that?" Dre asks me "Yes" I nod and now I see him walk over to his car and jam his key in Marshall's window causing a crack "Serves him right for keying my fucking car"

I see Marshall run out of the door "Yo, what the fuck?" Marshall runs over to his car and sees a crack on his window, he looks very angry "Shouldn't have keyed my fucking car, Em" Dre laughs "You fucking told him, you bitch" Marshall glares at me "He thought I did it" I smirk at him "You should have let him think that" Marshall yells at me "Em, what the fuck is your problem with this girl? You have been giving her shit since she got to Detroit" Dre asks him confused "I just can't stand this fucking bitch thats all" I step in "We have a history, I knew him when we were teenagers" I tell Dre and his eyes widen "Explains a lot" Dre nods "She fucking left me knowing exactly how much I fucking loved her" Marshall sounds like a whining baby "I didn't want to leave you" I yell at him "But you are not gonna know because I don't want you to know" I push past him and enter the studio.

Barely anyone is in the common room only Dina, I walk over to her "Hey" I smile at her "Hi" She smiles at me and gives me a hug "I'm so sorry about what happened at the strip club" We let go of the hug "Don't worry about it, Marshall is a drama queen" Dina laughs "You better not be talking shit about me, bitch, because I was fine til she showed up" Marshall interrupts us "I clearly said not to start shit and you fucking started shit anyway" Dina glares at him "If you hadn't invited her we woulda had a good time" Marshall glares at me "I invite whoever I wanna fucking invite, you are not the fucking boss of me" Dina says in a bitchy tone "Then don't fucking expect me to act like a fucking saint when I'm around this bitch" Marshall leaves the common room "Don't worry about him, he is just a little bitch" Dina laughs

"I wouldn't say little" I laugh and sit down on the sofa with her "I have to tell you about this guy I hooked up with when you both got kicked out" She giggles "Is he hot?" I ask her with a smile "So fucking hot" Dina smiles at me "What's his name?" I ask her "Like I get the names of the dudes I fuck" Dina laughs "He is so good in bed, I thought I was gonna die when he was slamming into me in the ass" I grow red at what she said, I see Dina smirking "Dina" I laugh "Rule of being my friend; you have to dirty talk" Dina smirks at me "Wanna hang out tonight?" She asks me "I have plans to hang out with my brother" The night before I spoke to Ian about hanging out with him, he sent me his address for today "That's fine, hang out with me tomorrow before you go back to LA" She smiles at me.