Complicated (Eminem fan fiction)

Chapter 13

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The next day I wake up by the sound of my phone calling, I look at the display and it's Marshall.

"Hello." I say when I pick up the phone.

"Yo, did I woke you up?" He asks.

"Yeah." I say as I walk out of the bedroom.

"Get dressed, i'm picking you up in 45 minutes."

"45 minuttes?!" I ask him clearly unsatisfied. I can't be ready in 45 minutes.

"Yeah so you better hurry up."

"Why are you in such of rush?"

"We need to talk shit out about last night."

"Give me an hour."

"Aright. Bye."

"Bye." I say and hang up.

I walk into the bedroom to grab my clothes being careful not to wake up Michael.

"Where are you going?" Michael then asks in a tired voice. Dammit!

"I have to meet up with a friend." I say.

"Now?" He asks and I just nod my head. I say my goodbye to Michael and hurry home, but I only get to be home in about 5 minutes before Marshall texts me. 

From; Marshall
I'm here

To; Marshall
I'll be down in a minute

15 minutes later I'm ready and I hurry down to the car.

"It's damn risky for me to park here." He says irritated at me as he hurries out from the parking lot.

"I'm sorry, the time just flew away." I apologize.

"It took you over an hour."

"I just got home 20 minutes ago."

"Didn't you sleep home last night?" He asks me and I know already that he's gonna be pissed.

"No." I say and he looks at me shortly before returning his eyes to the road again, but it's not a pleasant look he gives me.

"Where did you sleep?" He asks.

"At the guy I was texting last night."

"Aright." He says coldly.

"Are you mad?"

"No." He says but I can hear he's pissed, I know him.

"Then what are you?" I ask him.

"I don't care who you spread your fucking legs to." He bites.

"Listen drop that shit, I care who you fuck, I admit that but we both have needs." I say getting pissed about his attitude. Why does he have to be like that? Why can't he just admit that he doesn't like it?

"I just told you, I don't fucking care." He bites again. This is so typical Marshall, instead of talking about his feelings, he just shuts me out.

"Fine." I sigh. I don't wanna push it any further because then I know that we get into an argument and nothing good comes out of that.
We drive to his house and as we get into the house, non of us says anything for a while.