Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 21

Blair POV

Won't Let You Down - Hilltop Hoods

My head throbbed.

I was almost to scared to open my eyes, I went pretty hard last night and I don't even remember most of it, god knows what I put into my body, it's a matter of holding a hand out and Colson acting like the candy man.

Candy man.

Ha.

Like Marshall.

I think I'm still a little fucked up.

I opened my eyes, instantly regretting it as the dull light made me nauseous, slamming into me like a road train.

My eyes focused and I realised I was laying across a chest.

It wasn't tattooed.

Sure as hell wasn't Colson.

Oh Jesus who did I go home with now.

I fucking hope I haven't picked up another fucking rapper, because honestly.

I look up slowly and relax.

It's only Marshall.

Wait how the fuck am I with him when I was with Colson.

I push up off his chest in a sitting position, sheet falling off my half naked body, sitting in only my g string.

This man surely must be sick of seeing me naked by now.

I looked around the room spotting my bra, I got up, slipping it on and went to the bathroom.

I looked at myself on the mirror, make up smudged, mascara down my face.

I looked a fucking mess.

I splashed my face, grabbed one of the darker towels and wet it, wiping last nights make up off, then dumping it in the clothes basket, then left the bathroom.

Tip toeing across the room, picking up one of his T-shirts, pulling it back on, I climb back into bed, pulling the blanket up over me.

The only downside to Marshall's house is that there's no medications, which I totally understand, but I sure as hell could do with some Panadol to deal with this this godforsaken headache.

He groaned and turned over, mumbling something including my name in his sleep.

Probably cussing me out even in the dream realm.

I wonder how I ended up here, probably called him, that's my normal drunk MO.

I looked on the bedside for my iPhone, not seeing it, with a sigh I got up, Marshall still lightly snoring, I left his room with the mission of finding my phone.

I entered the hallway from his bedroom, only to be greeted by the same bright blue eyes Marshall had.

"Um, hi"

"I um.. it's not what it looks like" I said as she raised her eyebrow, taking in my current clothing situation.

"Not going to lie, but that's exactly what it looks like" She said, lettting out an awkward laugh "Blair right? I met you the other night?"