Say It Again
1994
Adina's POV
The car ride with Angelo wasn't too bad... not as bad as I thought it would be. It was pretty silent through the whole drive but he'd try making small talk every now and then.
Like about the weather, talking about music, asking how my mom and dad was, even askin' if I had a fuckin' boyfriend. The shit only made me wanna jump out of the car but I managed to stay seated until we got to Deshaun's house.
Angelo driving up to Shaun's house, I see Marshall sitting on the front steps of Deshaun house, smoking a blunt.
Marshall loves the cold weather so damn much... I swear to God he could freeze to death and still enjoy it....crazy ass white boy.
I can see the confused look on his face as he looks at Angelo's car.
"Thank you, Angelo." I try putting on a somewhat nice and friendly voice as I get ready to get out of the car.
"No problem,... I really do apologize about everything, I'm hopin' we can prolly go out someti-" the car door slamming close cuts him off.
That mothafucka annoys me and ion even care if I was bein' a bitch, oh damn well. Just cause he gave me a ride don't mean I gotta fuckin go out wit his ass.
Angelo's feelings are the very very very least of my concerns, I ain't gon say it again.
Seeing Marshall's face practically light as he sees me walking towards him sends butterflies to flutter around my stomach.
"Hey, D." His voice speaks softly, getting up as I take the blunt from his hand before giving him a kiss and then putting the blunt in between my lips, taking a hit.
Angelo done already drove away now, so I ain't gotta worry about him seein' me and Marshall.
Not that I care. I just know it may start lots of shit.
"Can we go inside." I chuckle, as I shiver from the coldness.
"Yea, cmon."
Getting inside, I put the blunt out as Marshall immediately begins planting kisses on my neck..
"Ay, who was that who drove you here?" He asks, continuing to kiss my neck for a bit before coming up and looking at me.
Ion wanna ..lie to Marshall... but fuck.. he'd be mad as shit if I say Angelo.
But maybe he'll understand... lying to him isn't good either.. like at all..
I mean..so, I might as well? He has to understand. If he didn't, he'd just be a damn asshole.
"It was Angelo, my car had br-"
"What?!" Marshall immediately cuts me off.
Bad idea.
"Marshall, calm down-"
"I ain't doin' shit! Why the hell was that mothafucka givin' you a fuckin' ride?!" He backs away from me.
"My car broke down, Marshall! Can you please chill out-"
"I don't give a damn! You could have lost ya damn legs for all I fuckin' care!"
