Gangstress

November 1998 (1)

***Angel's POV***

It had been about two weeks since I was in Detroit for Marshall's birthday, and he had been relentlessly pestering me about when we were gonna see each other next. I was only able to stay for the weekend since I had to get back to recording on Monday, and I think he was disappointed that I didn't stay longer. It was hard for us to see each other, since he never wanted to leave Detroit or Hailie for too long, which I understood. But I also couldn't leave New York for too long since I had so much to work on for my record. 

We were talking on the phone everyday now, sometimes multiple times a day. He would call either my house phone or the studio phone every morning depending on the time he woke up at, and then sometimes I would call him at night. The night time phone calls were harder though, since one of us was usually out partying. 

I have to say though, I was really becoming attached to him. It was terrifying, but at the same time I loved it. It was nice to feel emotionally wanted, not just sexually. That was something I had never experienced before. I had definitely had dudes who were interested in dating me before, but they never got anywhere because I never let them get anywhere. But Marshall was different. He kept pursuing me, and every time I shut him down, he would just pursue me harder. It made me feel like he really wanted me, and because of that, I felt safe, and that maybe he was the one dude who might deserve my time and energy. 

My album had been coming along really nicely, and I had just dropped my first single a few days ago. Marshall had been gaining some really good hype from his first single, so I figured it should be something with him on it. Me and the label picked Crush On You to be the first one I dropped, and I felt it was fitting considering mine and Marshall's situation.

The single had been doing really well, and it was currently sitting at number ten on the Billboard Hip Hop Top 20. Marshall's Just Don't Give a Fuck was also sitting at number seven on Billboard Rap Songs and I couldn't help but be so proud of us. While we both knew we didn't compare to these crazy huge artists that went directly to number one, our small achievements were nothing to scoff at. Especially for them being our very first mainstream singles. 

 I had only been working on this album for two months, but I wanted to drop the whole album as quick as possible because honestly, I needed money. If the album did well, the first thing I was going to do with my royalty check was get Aidan some decent lawyers. I wanted them to reopen his case because his sentence was bullshit. So, I had been putting in crazy hours at the studio just pumping out songs left, right, and centre. Currently, we were on track to drop in March, and I was about a quarter way done the album. I figured if I kept up the momentum, we could drop in March easily. 

Since I had been working like crazy, I had been getting home pretty late in the evenings. Tonight was no different. I had gotten home at around one am and figured I would try Marshall before I went to bed. When I had spoken to him earlier, he didn't say he was doing anything tonight, and he usually stayed up quite late with his writing, so I didn't think it would be a long shot for him to be home. 

I dialed his number and internally hoped he would answer. A few minutes later the ringing stopped and I heard his familiar voice.

"Hey baby. You're home late." He slurred his words into the phone, but I didn't care. 

I groaned. "I know. These late nights have been killing me." 

"Were you recording?"

"All. Fucking. Day." I took short pauses in between my words and I heard him chuckle. "You go out tonight?" 

"Nah, we just went to Proof's." 

I nodded. "When'd ya get home?" 

"Like ten minutes before ya called." He hiccupped.