The Music Producer and the Teacher 2

Chapter 6: I think I might be about to bust him...

AN: I added in the last segment of the chapter.. or should I say re-wrote it to make the story more entertaining. I think its better than what I had, I hope you do too! :)

I arrived home to yet another empty house. Melissa had mentioned to me she was going to be very busy today with clients, so I was expecting her to be home late. I decided another bubble bath would be a good way to relax and maybe wash away some of my problems. After that, I grabbed my favorite blanket and my baggiest sweats in my effort to wallow, whether it meant crying, or throwing things. Chocolate ice cream would be good too.

It was the most relaxed I'd been all day. I don't know how I managed it either. Being alone and having nothing better to do than sit and think usually spelled disaster. I eventually fell asleep thinking about how much I wished I had Marshall here with me. I don't know how long I had been asleep, but I awoke to the sound of Melissa sitting bags on the kitchen counter. The sun had gone down, so I knew it was late afternoon, early evening. "Hey." She greeted me. I tossed my hand up in response, still too sleepy to speak. She had the same concerning look on her face as she had almost everyday this past week when looking at or talking to me. "How was your day?" she asked carefully. I shook my head. But I knew that was going to warrant a response, so I said, "We got into another fight. Not before I had another episode at school though." I replied flatly. Melissa sighed, and stopped putting away the few things she had purchased to try to offer me some comfort. "He's still being a dickhead huh?" I nodded. "I just don't get it." I said. For the first time since it happened, I told Melissa about Marshalls phone call with his ex. "I hate to put this in your head," she began when I finished telling her, "but do you think maybe they're still...?" Like a kid in middle school she signified 'sex' with her hands. This wasn't a laughing matter, but this did make me laugh. I rolled my eyes. "No." I replied. I didn't even have to think about it. After the way he told me she treated him, and obviously still was treating him, why would he go to that when he has me? "She's too awful to him," I began to explain, "there's no way he could still be interested in her." Melissa gave me one of my own looks. "He saw something in her. Enough of something to marry her, twice." I shuddered at the thought of Marshall and Kim doing anything together. He wouldn't do that to me...would he?

After Melissa spent about thirty minutes throwing together something for dinner we sat down to eat. She tried to keep the conversation light and happy, I could tell she was doing so on purpose as not to upset me. She joked about some of her clients at work, and some guy who hit on her in the grocery store. I loved Melissa for this reason. No matter how bad life was treating me, she could always make me laugh and forget my problems, even if just for a little while.

After dinner, I helped Melissa with the kitchen and was in the bathroom removing the days makeup from my face. It was about this time when I heard a knock on the door. "Melissa? Could you get that?" I yelled from the bathroom. I heard her walk into the living room and open the front door. I heard Marshall's voice and I couldn't resist the smile that spread across my face. It was even a struggle to stay in my spot and not run out to him. He did deserve to sweat a little after the way things had been going lately. Besides, I knew Melissa would give him plenty of hell for the both of us. "Oh, its just you." I heard her say. "Yeah... is Marissa around? I'm on my way to the airport and I need to see her." Needs to huh? Maybe he didn't hate me after all. "Why the fuck would I let you see her after the bullshit you have been putting her through lately?" Melissa asked him. I could tell she was getting angry now. I could also imagine the look she was giving him, even from my spot concealed in the bathroom. Her hands on her hips, her right eyebrow raised as high as it would go. I was laughing to myself by now. "Look, no disrespect Melissa," Marshall started to say, "I just want to make things right with her before I leave town. If she's not interested in that then I would kind of like to hear it from her." I had no idea what Melissa was thinking now, but I didn't want to find out. I almost sprinted out of the bathroom. Marshall perked up when he saw me. He peeked from around Melissa's average sized frame and I flashed another goofy smile at him. I cleared my throat to gain Melissa's attention and as she turned to face me, I said, "Melissa, do you mind giving us a minute alone?" She put her index finger up at Marshall and pulled me a little further away to ensure he couldn't hear us. "'Rissa are you sure you want to do this?" she asked me. I knew she had my best interest at heart, but if I was being honest with myself, I was miserable without him. "Yes, I'm sure. I need to do this." I replied. I put my hand on her shoulder to try to reassure her, but her face didn't change. "It will make me feel better. Its really what I've been needing." She nodded and walked away. I didn't move until she was all the way into her room and had shut the door.