Under the Influence

The Jealous Girlfriend...(Imagine 3)

August 6th 2001.
Detroit, Michigan.

*Chapter Inspired By: SZA feat. Isaiah Rashad- Pretty Little Birds* (not really sure if the lyrics fit, but it's beautiful to listen to while reading. Still listen to this album every damn day).

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this imagine hunnies! Just wanted to clarify, these are SEPARATE, INDIVIDUAL imagines, they don't really have any meaning or follow the original story (which I technically cancelled). I just enjoy writing these and keeping the character's alive, but they hold no real meaning. Who knows, maybe one day I'll go back to writing the story (probably not tbh), but for now I enjoy writing these random imagines. I hope that all made sense! Basically, just let these wash over you and enjoy them as they are!

This is a much longer one than the other two!

Warning: Rough-ish/Dirty Smut.

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- Louisa x

Cassie's POV:

I groaned loudly in frustration, tossing my laptop to the other end of the couch and throwing my head back onto the armrest. Nothing in the past 24-hours had gone my way and I was reaching breaking point. As I took a moment to exhale my anger before it took over I saw Marshall's sneakers cautiously approach me from upside down.

"What are you doing?" Marshall chuckled taking a sip of whatever disgusting energy drink he was drinking, just like a teenage boy would. I hated that about him. In fact, right now I didn't like much about him at all.

"Resting, what does it look like?" I snapped as I abruptly sat up, annoyed that he'd invaded my personal space.

Marshall cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "Don't even think about taking your attitude out on me. I ain't done shit".

"What do you call last night then?" I shot back, bobbing my knee up and down wildly.

"That's why you're pissed? I thought we sorted that shit out last night" he sighed but I didn't reply, stewing in my thoughts as I recalled our fight from the night before. Over a fucking groupie of all reasons. I told him that I thought she was flirting with him at the club, in-front of me, and he refused to listen to me, or tell her to fuck off. And when we came home, I went off at him like a broken sprinkler.

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"She was fucking all over you giggling and shit!" I hissed, tearing off my laced up heels and discarding them on the floor.

"No she wasn't. I don't know what the fuck you're on about!" Marshall yelled in exasperation, trying to pull me towards him, but I forcefully ripped my arm out of his grasp, glaring at him.

"She literally grabbed onto your arm and batted her little eyelashes at you, talking 'bout "Love that tattoo, what's that say?" And you still don't know what I'm talking about?" he looked at me blankly but I could tell his anger was bubbling below the surface. "Fuck outta here" I scoffed darkly, storming towards the bathroom.