Marshall's Girl

3

It's a normal day here at the gym. I don't see Marshall today, though.

 He must be busy or something. I had a conversation with Anthony when I came in the door. He asked me about Marshall, and I have nothing interesting to tell him about him. We haven't done anything yet.

Through my headphones, I think I hear someone say my name—more like yell my name. I take on an AirPod, and I turn my head in different directions to see who might have said my name.

 "Brooke!" I hear it again. I turn my head, and I see a man, Ezra, coming toward me. 

"What are you doing here?" I say annoyed. "I don't need a reason to come and see my girlfriend at the gym."

He must be drunk or high. It doesn't look like he's slept. 

He has deep eye bags, and he's pale. "I'm not your girlfriend," I tell him. I see his face change, and he begins to look frustrated. 

I flinch back because I know he can get aggressive when he's in this state. "Stop! Get away from me, Ezra!" I yell. I can feel everyone's eyes looking at us.

"Get the fuck away from her." I hear Marshall's voice say while he pushes Ezra down to the ground. 

"Who the fuck are you?' he asks from the ground. 

" Marshall looks over to me, "You good?" I nodded back to him.

Anthony comes over and picks Ezra up by his shoulders, and he kicks him out. I take a deep breath, and I thank Marshall. "Thanks, I don't know what he is doing. Something is wrong with him."

"Who is he?" He asks. "My ex, Ezra." I sigh.

He raises his eyebrows and says, "Oh."

 "We have been broken up for almost a year now, and he keeps doing this," I explain.

"Was he really going to hit you?"

"Probably, he called me his girlfriend, and I told him I wasn't, and he got all mad," I say as my voice starts to get shaky. I feel my eyes start to tear up. 

Am I really about to cry in front of this man I just met? 

No. I compose myself. "Sorry", I tell him. "Don't worry about it."

I walk myself into the locker room and let it go. I start crying quietly to myself so that no one can hear. I'm over him, but we all know how your first everything can affect you. 

You'll always remember them and be attached to them in some way. It's so much to take in, and every time I see him, I get upset. I don't miss him. I don't want him. He bothers me, and I don't want to see him again.

Thank God for Marshall. If he wasn't there, I don't know what I would have done. He probably would have hit me in front of the whole gym. He won't want me now. Knowing I have a crazy ex-boyfriend.