Love The Way You Lie *discontinued*

24. Between Irritation and Jealousy.

24. Between Irritation and Jealousy.

➳ Skyler's Pov.

"Okay, so do already have some things in your mind? Like what the vibe of the album should be or any songs you want to work on?" Denaun asked me with a sweet smile.

I was currently discussing my next album with Denaun and Bizarre, while Marshall had left because he had 'some important things to do'. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

"I don't really have a concrete vibe in my mind yet but a bunch of songs I would like to try out with some different beats," I shrugged.

Both slowly nodded their head, thinking. "Alright, sounds fine to me," Bizarre grinned. "Do you have some lyrics with you?"

Now it was my turn to nod my head 'yes' as I began searching for my lyric book in my purse. It actually took me a while to find it since my purse was filled with loads of stuff that no one needed.

When I finally found it, I opened it and searched for one of the last song I wrote. It was called 'Flawless' and I just finished it on the plane ride. "This for example," I handed my book to the two men sitting in front of me. "I was thinking, the part I put in brackets, could be a spoken text."

Once again, both nodded their head, sharing a look. However, they then got up and walked to the mixing console, starting to turn some buttons and creating a few sounds.

I walked over to them and sat down, listening to what they were doing and giving them feedback.

They kept on experimenting for hours, trying to find something that might match the song, while I was thinking the concept of the song through and wrote a little.

About midnight when we had finally created a seemingly perfect beat for the song, the door opened and Marshall came in. But he was not alone. A slender girl with many tattoos, baggy clothes and wild but thin blonde hair followed him with a huge smile on her face while admiringly staring at him.

What. The. Hell.

"Aye Em, I didn't know your important business was Grey." Denaun grinned while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Bizarre joined in and smirked dirtily at them.

Oh, wow. Marshall rather spent his time with this skinny tomboy than working with me. Ouch. That did not hurt. Not a bit.

This 'Grey' woman smiled happily at Bizarre and Denaun and put an arm around Marshall. What?

The moment she noticed me, her smile turned into a fake one and her eyes slowly moved over my body and my face, studying every inch of me. After she was done, she took a step towards me. "Hey, I'm Skylar Grey,"

When I wanted to introduce myself as well, she only watched me with a disgusted look on her face. "I know who you are but I don't give a single shit." And then smiled her fake smile, clearly showing an unpleasant attitude. "But what in the world are you supposed to do here?"

"Obviously admiring the landscape, duh." I smiled sarcastically, earning giggles from Bizarre and Denaun and last but not least, a glare from Marshall and his other Skylar.

Oh, sorry.

What a drama queen.

"So you're really that big of a bitch everyone says you are," She spat and leaned onto Marshall even closer. Would you stop?

Marshall did not seem to make any attempt of stopping this, therefore, I got up, grabbing all my stuff and walking towards her. "You know what, sweetheart, the word 'bitch' isn't an insult to me," I winked. "Besides, you could never pull off a real fight with me. You wouldn't survive this. So I will just leave you alone for now, little girl."

I walked past them and shortly before I reached the door, Marshall finally spoke up. "She's actually older than you."

Even though a short pain shot through my heart due to Marshall defending her, a wicked grin plastered my face as I opened the door. However, before leaving the room, I turn around and smiled sweetly. "Age doesn't define how mature you are," I looked him directly into his eyes. "And you, my friend, are the best example."

With that being said, I left the studio room and strode to the reception desk, where I ordered a driver to bring me to the hotel I was staying in.

Luckily, it did not take long for a driver to arrive and me being escorted to the car.

Nevertheless, I tried to ignore the pain in my chest getting more and more hurtful by any second. I kind of knew Marshall would not come and run after me, but there was still a slight feeling of hope inside of me.

It was not the first time Marshall made my mind go crazy, but it was the first time I actually had the feeling that this was completely over.

I was so confused right now. Besides being hurt by Marshall's actions of the day and that he defended her, I also was angry. Really angry. Who does this girl think she is? She freaking acted like she was the queen of this building. And like Marshall would belong to her.

Well.

Maybe he did.

Maybe I was just an affair to him.

Maybe I was just the other girl.

Maybe all he ever told me was a lie.

Maybe he did not have feelings for me in any kind of way.

Maybe I had lost him to an ugly tomboy.

Maybe he liked girls like that.

And maybe, she was the one he loved.

Maybe he did.

Hunted by my thoughts, I walked down the hallway of the luxurious hotel building towards the ruler suite in which I was staying in during my time here in Detroit.

When I heard the door shut close behind me, I sighed and began getting undressed before searching for my pajamas and putting them on.

After I cleaned off my face, I laid down on the king sized bed with one last thought on my mind: It was for the better if I stay away from Marshall and act like nothing ever happened between us. 

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