Confusion | Erik Durm + Marco Reus

Marco's POV

"Then tell me who the fuck it is making you cry and I will end him."

"You."

Confusion rose up within me and mixed with my anger.

I looked at Emma, speechless. "What?"

"Get the hell out, Marco," she growled, not even looking at me.

"Tell me what the hell I did," I said, "only then will I consider leaving."

"I don't want you here," she threw a pillow at me. "Get out."

I threw the pillow away. "Tell me what I did wrong."

"You're staying," she said coldly. "Now get the hell out of my house."

She was being such a bitch--and I have never ever thought of her that way before.

"Emma Holschaft," I said slowly, gritting my teeth and balling my fists. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what the fuck I did wrong."

I heard her muffled sniffles as she stuffed her face into a pillow.

"I want to be alone right now, OK?" she said. "Go have fun with that girl you met at the bar."

Why the fuck did she care about her?

"Emma--"

"Verpiss dich."

Once the words left her lips, I knew I'd crossed the line and I immediately made my exit.

Why was she so freaking pissed? Why did she even care that I made out with Nicole at the bar?

****

My phone rang at least ten times before I decided to answer it.

"Hallo," I mumbled sleepily.

"Marco?"

It was Erik.

"Shouldn't you be hungover or something?" I muttered.

"It's three in the afternoon, I'm a bit better than I was this morning."

"Oh," I said, checking my watch. "It's three."

"Yeah," Erik said, "any word from Emma? She's not answering my texts or calls and I'm worried as shit."

"You can't say 'worried as shit' when you're already shit," I mumbled.

"Ha ha," he laughed sarcastically. "Seriously."

"Nothing." I said.

I wasn't lying. I hadn't heard from her since the previous night's fiasco.

"Shit," he muttered. "I'll just go over to her house."

"You do that," I lazily hung up and dropped my phone onto my bed.

I didn't feel like doing anything today. All I felt like doing was lying in my bed thinking about why Emma was so freaking pissed--just kidding, scrap that last part.

I groaned into my pillow as the possibilities began to pile up and I began to fear losing Emma forever.

****

Emma's POV

I was very productive once Marco left the house.

And by productive I mean I finished three bags of cereal and two tubs of ice cream.

Life was great.

Nah, who was I kidding?

Here I was, stuck between two boys--my best friend and his teammate, my boyfriend.