Then Jude, theasshole, chose that exact moment to walk in. “Pres? You in here?”
I shoved Marcus out, thankful he hadn’t changed yet, and he just gave me a cryptic look before he left.
Then he proceeded to ignore me for two days. Theaudacity.
I had to get drunk before I texted him.
Me
I didn’t mean to hit you, but you were being a prick.
Walking Red Flag (W.R.F.)
Is this your way ofapologizing?
Who said anything about apologizing? I’m just saying.
Glad you got that off your chest.
It’s not my fault Jude came over.
If you say so.
It wasn’t.
Ok.
Are you mad?
What gave you that idea?
Very funny.
Not my intention.
Don’t be mad.
Why not?
I don’t like it.
You don’t like it when I’m mad at you?
No.
Then maybe don’t make me mad. You do that so effortlessly sometimes.
Yeah, I know. Not sure how I even do it, but apparently, Marcus is often mad at me lately. First in his bathroom, then in the locker room.
And I truly struggle to figure out what I’ve done.
I liked it better when he just made me come, and we didn’t have to talk. Now, I don’t know how to reply to him.
He’s aware I’m under house arrest, so he didn’t push, but I don’t like that he’s keeping his distance.
Does that mean he’s stopped caring?
Might he find someone else? He better not test my easily provoked temper.
