~Marshall's P.O.V.~
I've been thinking about doing this for a long time. She's went out with Thatcher for a little bit so I don't have the abundance of time I would've liked. Not wanting to waste any time I get out of the car. I don't want to feel nostalgic but I can't help myself, this is the first time I've been here since Rule died.
The neon sign that hangs on the outside is fading. Two of the letters are out, making the "Infinite" into a simple "finite". I push through the doors, surpassing the bar and heading towards the gym. I take a deep breath before I open the door. It's not packed but there's a fair amount of people in here. I scan the room, looking for him. I have to remind myself that I'm doing this for her. I see him before he sees me. I take a deep breath, preparing to start my walk over when someone grabs my shoulder.
"Marshall?" He asks. "Marshall Mathers, right?"
I examine him, he can't be more than twenty years old. As hard as I try I just can't place him.
"Do I know you?" I ask him.
"Oh, uh, no man but I kind of know you." He says, beaming at me. "I saw you fight when I was like fifteen man, you're like, a legend."
"Legend is a strong word." I say with authority, trying to get away from him and over to Maverick.
"Well maybe but you are Slim Shady aren't you?" He tries again, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I almost flinch at the old nickname. It's not mystery as to how he knew it, I used to be in a lot of newspapers and fight fliers and all the other publicity Rule put together.
"I used to be." I answer.
"Well it's great to meet you man." He says, still maintaining that childish beam on his face. "I gotta get back to training or Maverick's going to kill me."
Hearing his name out loud greets me with a hint of anger. The guy turns his back and heads back to his training. When I look back in Maverick's direction he's staring right at me. The minute we lock eyes, I have to remind myself that I'm not here to kill him. Shit I don't know if I can do this. I feel my body fill with anger as he takes a few steps towards me, I take a deep breath and meet him halfway.
"Do you need something?" He asks, an edge in his voice that I can't quite shake.
"I think you know what I'm here for." I say, I don't want to pretend like nothing is wrong.
"No one ever knows what you're doing or why you do it." He scoffs. "I mean, you did just disappear for a while."
"Yeah I bet you enjoyed that, didn't you?" I can't help myself, if he wants to just jump to it like that then fine.
"Wow." He laughs once. "You're really fucking messed up about that aren't you?"
It's all I can do to hold myself back.
"It was one time. You were broken up." He says, getting mad. "She came onto me, I didn't just fuck your girlfriend Marshall I care about her. Neither of us knew you were going to come back the next day, you have to get over it."
"Look, I'm not here to talk about that." My voice rumbles with my words.
"Then what do you want?" He asks, the anger more prominent now. "If you're not gonna try and beat the shit out of me then why the fuck are you here? I'm doing what you wanted, I'm staying away from her. Can't you just leave me alone?"
"I get it." I say. "I know what you're feeling because that's what kept me away for so long. But that destroyed Rachel, and whether I like it or not she cares about you." Saying all this kills me, but I want her to be happy. "It's not fair to her for you to be avoiding her like this."
