Gangstress

February 2000 (2)

***Angel's POV***

My eyes fluttered open and I immediately saw rays of sunshine entering my room. I groaned at the shooting headache that just became worsened from the light and quickly shut my eyes again. My palms went to my eyes and I slowly rubbed them to help them adjust. I released them and cautiously let them open again. Much better. As I put my arms down I got a bad whiff of something. I frowned and raised my arm again. I gave my armpit one sniff and quickly put it back down. Holy shit I stink. 

I moved the blankets off of me and started to sit up as slowly as I could as to not aggravate my headache. I slid off the high bed and made my way to the bathroom. I started running through last night in my mind as I turned the water to the shower on and took off my t-shirt, but I couldn't figure out how the fuck I got home? Had to be my driver, but I just could not remember for the life of me. 

I stepped in and let the water run down my whole body while I closed my eyes. I washed my hair, my body, and my face and then got out twenty minutes later. I dried myself off, brushed my teeth, and went to my suitcase to go find something to wear. I put on a lacy black bra and matching panties. As I was putting on my bra, I realized I didn't know where my phone was and I hadn't checked it all morning. 

I checked the bed sheets, the bathroom counter, and the side tables for my phone and I still couldn't find it. I figured it must be out in the living room. I mindlessly opened my bedroom door while my neck was cranked to the side still looking around my room. 

My attention was quickly snatched away from my room with a breathy "fuuck." I snapped my neck to the living room and saw Marshall staring at me from the kitchen island. 

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I scurried back a few steps and slammed my door shut. "WHAT THE FUCK MARSHALL?!" I yelled from my room and quickly searched for clothes to put on.

"I'm sorry! I thought ya knew I was here!" He yelled back through the door as I threw on a pair of sweats and a spaghetti strap tank top. 

I swung the door back open. "NO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA DO-" Oh fuck. All the memories of last night started to rush back. I looked at Marshall and my face dropped. 

"You aight? I'm sorry, I really thought ya woulda rememb-" 

"Marshall you need to leave." I said with a dead serious look. 

He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, we ain't do nothin'." 

"Thank you for givin' me a ride home, but ya really need to go. Please." I said spotting my cellphone on the coffee table. I walked past him without making eye contact and grabbed it. 

"Oh. So ya do remember?" He asked with an eyebrow cocked. 

I shook my head while checking my texts. "I don't know what you're talking 'bout." He sighed and got off his stool. He walked over to me and ripped my phone out of my hands. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I yelled at him. 

"Talk to me!" He chucked my phone on the island. 

"Leave!" I tried to walk past him to grab it again but he kept moving in front of me so I couldn't get to the island. 

"Aight, but ya gotta talk to me first!" 

"'Bout what, Marshall?!" 

"You know what the fuck about!" 

"I was drunk!" 

"Ya said you fuckin' love me! Ya tried to fuck me the minute we stepped foot in this fuckin' hotel room!"

"AND YOU REJECTED ME!" 

"BECAUSE YOU WERE DRUNK! IS THAT REALLY WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE MAD 'BOUT?! EXCUSE ME FOR WANTIN' TO FUCK YA SOBER!"