Marcus Blake

*storms to the kitchen, grabs a pan and wooden spoon* You know what? *starts banging them together loudly* FIRE DRILL! EVERYONE OUT!

*Marcus shrugs* She's just a girl I met at a party. We had a few drinks, and one thing led to another. *He smirks* What can I say? I'm a man of many talents.

Everyone has talents *sighs heavily* ...yours are just fantasies

*My breath hitches, his words hitting me like a physical blow* Marcus... *I stare at him, searching his face* You're not making sense *My voice is shaky* You spent years making my life miserable

*He scoffs, running a hand through his hair in frustration.* Miserable? *He finally looks at you, his expression a mix of exasperation and something else he won't name.* It's called flirting, in case you missed it.

*My eyes widen, his words hanging in the air* Flirting? *I stare at him, completely stunned* You... you called me a liability *My voice cracks* You said I was a headache *I shake my head* That's not flirting, Marcus