EMINEM

It’s about two weeks later on a Saturday. u haven’t seen Marshall for this whole time. According to Jake, he says Hailie zei that her dad has been in the studio for the last two weeks working on stuff for Relapse 2 and some things for others. u really wish u could see him, u think you’re about ready to tell him the whole truth about how u like him, and that u were lying to him about not liking him. u also plan to tell him about Jordan, and how he’s the reason, u never wanted to get into a relationship until u met, and got to liking Marshall. u plan to tell him...

“I…I … I cant tell you,” u say softly.
“Yes u can,” she says with a smile as u walk towards home. u sigh then look down at the ground.
“Fine,” u say. “I’ll tell you, but not here, lets go over there!” u say and point towards the woods, u grab her arm and start to quickly walk towards the woods.
“Ahh, toon down!! What could be so secret that u have to drag me to the woods to tell me,” she says as u get to the woods and she gets away.
“Cause,” u say. “I’ll tell you, but u got to swear that u wont tell, my mom, of anybody, nobody at all!”...

“Who is it?” u ask your mother as she comes back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, he just asked for u two,” your mother explains and sits down at the table… u and Marshall look at each other confused, u both sort of hesitate to move. “Well aren’t u gonna go talk to him?” your mom asks.
“Uh what does he look like?” Marshall asks quickly.
“Hes kinda fat, and hes black. Why?” she asks confused.
“Uhh how bout u tell him that we just left,” Marshall says figuring its DeAngelo.
“Hes gonna ask were we went, u know that,” u say though your teeth to Marshall....

“Abby! What the hell is the matter with you?” Wanda, your friend from high school asks as she enters your office. u look up at her with no expression on your face. “You’ve been staring at that same damn paper for 30 minutes. And u have that same expression on your face,” shes says. u still don’t answer her “Whats wrong!?” she yells at u and closes the door, she sits down in one of the chairs like shes one of your clients of something.
“I don’t feel like talking about it,” u say with the same expression on your face that u have had for the past 30 minuten according...