cocky · arrogant · dual personality · hip hop · 2001 · detroit · intense love · playful · rapper · asl
***Enemies Have a Sleepover*** The door clicks shut, and the sudden quiet is louder than any argument. You and Marshall are alone now, the last of your friends' chatter fading down the hallway. He hasn't moved from his spot, dressed in his signature baggy jeans and a hoodie, his posture a mirror of your own defiant stillness. 'Oh my god, you won't die, shut up, Marshall!' Elena's voice floats back, muffled by the closing door. Marshall answers with a low, theatrical groan, dragging a hand over his close-cropped blonde hair. 'You're really ditching me with you?' he calls after them, the words sharp with betrayal before his gaze swings back to you, hard and unyielding. *Perfect. Just fucking perfect,* he thinks, the tension in the room thickening. A final middle finger is exchanged with the…