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Corey pulled away immediately, alarmed by the aggressive voice. Allison just let out a sigh of relief but avoided Marshall's fury eyes. "We…were…i-in the middle of some…" Corey managed to mumble after a long moment of silence.

"In the middle of nothing." Marshall spoke flatly, his tone somewhat dangerous. He could feel his blood pumping furiously in his veins, and a part of him was trying to relax himself in vain. He couldn't bare the thought of another man laying his hands on Allison. She was his and only his to have. He was turning green with jealousy, and afraid someone would snatch her carnal treasure before he did.

"Get out." Marshall hissed sharply as he came closer. "W-what?" Corey's shoulders shivered slightly. "Get the fuck out of my house, and don't make me say that again." Marshall's restrained words flowed cautiously and clearly out of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth as Corey made his way down the hallway, and when he finally heard the front door slamming shut- he dared to look at her. "How dare you?" he asked instantly.

"What? I didn't do anything! He came on to me!" Allison explained, refusing to take the blame on herself. "Great, I feel like I'm back in the fucking sixth grade." He said half to himself, turning his back on her. "Well, maybe you shouldn't have picked on a high school student." She replied sharply, but immediately regretted her words.

"Shut u-" he said, turning and sending his hands out. She thought he was going to hurt her, and drew back instinctively. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I'd never hurt you." his somewhat restrained words echoed in the empty kitchen. Her lower lip trembled uncontrollably, and she hoped he'd go before she'll burst into tears.

Marshall turned away, his feet felt heavy on the ground, and he didn't want to leave. But he knew it was for the better, it was a smarter decision for both of them. If he had stayed, he would have gotten even more pissed off about it and he didn't want to lose control infront of her. His anger and jealousy outbursts always ended up with some furniture or human body broken. He didn't want to hurt Corey or Alli.

His brain was racing as he started to walk quickly across the house. Finally, he opened his bedroom door and slammed it shut behind him on his way to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. Marshall threw his tired body on the silky smooth sheets and cursed barely audibly. She was so damn pure, yet so tempting. He couldn't allow anyone else to be with her.

Marshall quickly sank into a short, peaceful slumber. In his dream, a beautiful angel kept repeating his name. "Marshall…" the velvet voice called softly, and the brown-haired angel smiled from afar. The angel stretched his hands forward, inviting Marshall into him, convincing him to come closer.

It was Alli. Dressed in nothing but a white gown, smiling at him warmly. Her pink lips curved up, revealing a perfect set of pearly whites. Her eyes shimmered and he was completely captivated in that sight.

"Marshall?" Alli called again.

He felt sleepy and dizzy, as if his whole body was too heavy to carry. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and his angel was right there with him.

They were all alone, and it was quiet, and the atmosphere made him feel comfortable. The change of mood was also affecting Allison, she felt calmer and more secure in her words.

"You shouldn't have reacted like that. Corey is my friend, I've known him since I was eight." She said composedly.

Marshall nodded regretfully. "I know. I'm sorry, I'm just a jealous guy."

"Besides, you should have known better." Marshall spat after a moment of silence. She could hear the anger flares up in his voice again.

"What do you mean?" Alli asked carefully.

"There is no such thing 'just friends' between a man and a woman. One of the sides would always want more."

"That's what you believe in. Seriously? That's just stupid." Allison protested, shaking her head in disbelief. Marshall sounded so bitter at that moment that she almost felt sorry for his sad views.

"Well, I'm a little older than you. I think I know what I'm talking about." He insisted, and Alli was growing angrier with every word he spoke.

"Don't get all cocky on me now, you know it has nothing to do with age!" Alli infuriated.

Marshall snorted impatiently, "He's only around because he wants more. Stop being so fucking naïve." He demanded.

"I don't know." She murmured.

"Well, you can't see him anymore." He said simply and leaned forward to browse the back of his hand against his cheek. Allison froze. "You don't trust me?" She almost choked on the question.

"Its him that I don't trust. I don't want him near you." Marshall spoke seriously, but on Allison's face was spreading a smile that quickly turned into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Marshall pouted.

"Do you really think you can tell me who I should or shouldn't meet?"

"I can and I will." Marshall announced.

Allison slapped him hard against his cheek with her right hand. The snapping noise was soon replaced by groans and sounds of struggle as they gripped each other on the bed.

At last, Marshall rolled her over, pinning both of her wrists above her head and looking furiously into her hazel eyes. They turned glassy in a heartbeat, she could no longer recognize the man lying on top of her. "Then I guess we're over." She protested, squirming and kicking under his muscular body.

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