Life Goes On

18

*continuation from last chapter*

Rachel POV

"What about" I say as Marshall pulls me into the bathroom for more privacy.

"Look, I'm sorry about the other day. I have no right to tell you who you can't sleep with. I know I will probably end up sleeping with a few bitches on this tour." He says truthfully. I nod.

"Yeah, and honestly I plan on loosening up a bit while I'm on tour with you guys, so I'll probably do the same" I say with a giggle.
"So, let's not put any pressure on a relationship with us. Let's take a pause for awhile." I say looking down.

"Okay... your right. But you can't sleep with the homies still" He says smirking.

"Okay but I can't promise that I won't try something with 50 cent though" I say slightly jokingly. He looks at me shocked.

"Fuck no, that's the last one of my friends you can sleep with" He says.

"I'm kidding, and you can't sleep with that Molly chick, I don't wanna see her all over you" I say seriously.

"The hair stylist? She's cute but Proof already has dibs on her" He says smirking. I giggle.
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East Rutherford, New Jersey.
October 19, 2000

I ran around backstage as Paul greets me to the others joining the tour. Since I'm one of the only people with a medical background, I guess it's important for everyone to know.

Unless someone is dying, I don't really have shit to do other than enjoy the show. I walk around looking for a drink, I quickly see a vending machine down the hallway. I look down digging in my purse for any spare change. I suddenly run into someone.

"Oh shit my bad girl" I look up to see the one and only 50 cent.

"Oh sorry, I wasn't paying attention" I say trying not to fumble my words.

"It's all good, hey you work on the tour?" 50 asks me. He must of seen my lanyard I have on indicating I work for the tour.

"Oh yeah, I'm a medical assistant" I say shyly.

"Oh shit, so if I'm sick I can come to you?" He asks teasingly.

"Yeah" I reply blushing.

"What's your name sweetheart?" He asks me. I see his eyes run down my body.

"Rachel" I say.

"I'm Curtis" He says putting his hand out. I grab it just to see him pull my hand up and place a soft kiss near my knuckles.

"Yo 50, Paul's lookin for you" Marshall shouts out of nowhere. He frowns as he sees my hand in Curtis'.

"Alight man, I was just talking to this beautiful sweetheart right here" Curtis says smirking at me.
"I hope I see you later baby" He says walking off. This leaves me with Marshall.

"What the fuck was that?" Marshall asks angrily. He drags me into a random empty room backstage.

"What?" I ask playing dumb.

"You really flirtin with Curtis? You're a fuckin whore, man" Marshall says gritting his teeth.

"I didn't do shit! He came to me! All I did was tell him my name, he was doing all the talking!" I explain angrily.
"And don't you ever fucking talk to me like that again!" I say seriously.

"If you fuck him, I swear that's the end of us." He says threatening me.

"Fine. I don't care anymore, cause all you wanna do is fuck random bitches anyway. And there wasn't an 'us' to begin with" I shout walking out the room.
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Rachel POV