"Where are you going ?" Aaron asked, his voice heavy as I pushed myself to my feet, stumbling slightly before regaining my footing. "I thought we were hanging out."
"I'll be back." I told him, and started for the path, and Marshals apartment
"Hey, is Marshall home?"
He looked at me for a long moment, during which I felt myself sway, slightly. Then he stepped aside as I went in he said from behind me "You know, he probably won't be back for a while."
"Uh, I don't know."
"It's cool if he's not, I can wait in his room."
When I pushed open the door, the first thing I saw was that Whiteman's sampler. It caught my eye even before I recognized Peyton, who was sitting beside it, a chocolate in her hand. I watched, frozen, as she reached it out to Marshall, who was lying beside her, hands folded over his chest, and dropped it into his mouth. There was something so intimate about it-the way his lips closed over her fingers, that I felt sick even before Marshall turned his head and saw me.
"Oh my God," I said, stumbling backward out of the door frame. I put my hand to my mouth as I turned, bumping the wall as I ran to the front door.
I don't know what I was expecting him to do or say, if anything. to be surprised, or sorry, or even sad. In the end though, his expression said it all: I Could Care Less.
"Oh, shit," Peyton gasped. "Ruby, I'm so-"
"Ruby, wait,"Peyton was yelling, her own steps loud on the stairs as she followed me. "Jesus! Just let me explain!"
"Explain?" I said, whirling to face her. "How in the world do you explain this?"
"That's why you came over?" I asked. "To tell me you were sleeping with my boyfriend?"
I tried to tell you," She gasped. "That night, at your house. But it was so hard, and then you kept saying how things had changed, anyway, so-"
Suddenly, something clicked in my brain and I had a flash of her that night, in the foyer with Roscoe and Jamie, then of Marshall handing me back my key tat last time I'd seen him.