Rap God (Book 2)

Douche Bagans

The next day, I was moping around my house, not knowing what to do with myself. I'd decided to pull on some comfy clothes, instead of bumming about in my pyjamas and I scrubbed off last night's remnants of make up. I flopped onto the couch after putting on a disc of Supernatural.

Erica had gone home about an hour ago, I had insisted I was okay and she needed to get home to her cat. She reluctantly left me, only to call me when she had gotten home. I smiled, I was glad I had good friends here at least.

I'd been sitting on the couch working my way through a huge bag of popcorn when there was a loud bang on my door. I paused, about to drop some more sweet golden kernels into my mouth, staring at the door. I didn't really have any intention of answering it, until there was another, even louder knock. I sighed, paused my DVD and then slid off the couch to head to my door.

I quickly checked my reflection in the mirror beside the front door and cringed, I looked like I'd not slept in months. This was partly due to lack of sleep, and the amount of crying I had done in the passed few hours. Still it was too late to do anything about it as the figure on the other side of the door had clearly seen mine as I hovered by the frosted glass. Then I opened the door...

She finally opened the fucking door to me, greeting me looking pretty worse for wear, in a pair of tight little white shorts and a black vest top. She still looked hot though. She just stared at me, clearly not expecting me to be here, I mean, why would I be? I didn't exactly know myself. Keeping my hands in my pockets as I looked back at her, I could feel the tension between us was pretty thick. "Ayo, is it cool if I come in?" I asked her, not really wanting to do this on the doorstep. She nodded and stood back to let me in.

I was in total shock that he was actually here, yet I wasn't sure that I wanted him to be. I shut the door and walked right by him to my couch. I dropped down into the corner of it. I noticed him glance around a little and then perched on the end at the opposite side to me.

Leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, knotting his long lean fingers together, Marshall stared at the carpet, I stayed curled up in a ball in the corner of the couch watching him; he looked full of tense anger.

"I guess I don't know why I'm here" he finally said. I frowned, my stomach flipping over, knotting up. "You don't know why you're here?!" I gasped angrily. He flicked his head round sharply to look at me. His face tense with anger too. "The fuck that supposed to mean?!" he shouted. Even as broken hearted as I was, I could feel the warm sensation in my panties for him as I watched him sitting on my couch in his thick dark grey hoodie with the hood pulled right over his face. I tried to push the feelings out of my brain. "What the fuck do you think it means?!" I shouted back at him. He looked utterly confused. "Ayo, you're the one fucking about on my ass!" he yelled. What?! "What the fuck are you talking about Marshall?!" I scowled at him, completely confused now too. We both looked at each other not knowing what the hell was going on. "That motherfucker you left wit last night!" he yelled throwing his arm up at me. "Who?!" I threw back in frustration. "Don't go playin me girl, I ain't to be fucked wit" he snarled, jumping up from the couch, starting to pace the floor. "I don't know what you're talking about! I never left with anyone!" I cried. He watched my face as I looked back at him, his eyes searching mine. "Marshall, where the hell did you get the idea I left with someone?!" I asked him, feeling utterly confused and irritated, but I swallowed hard, trying to calm down. "The asshole told me" he answered me, the anger bubbling up as he relived whatever this person said to him last night. I frowned, trying to piece it all together. "Who?" I shrugged again. He sighed, rubbing his palms up and down his face. "I saw you talking to some asshole, tall motherfucker, glasses," he said, my heart nearly exploded, he was talking about Zak...