Ole Foolish Pride Girl (Eminem Fanfic)

3. Lies

Nikki's P.O.V.

2003

"Keep my mouth shut about what? Whatever do you mean by that, Marshall?" I ask him ever so innocently, mock confusion in my own eyes as they are looking up into his angry ones.

Honestly though, he's got some nerve to even look like he's pissed off with me.

Not after what he's pulled all those years ago.

"Don't play with me, Nikki," Marshall now sighs heavily down his nose in irritation as he drags his hands down his face. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"Oh," I laugh quietly to myself. "You mean you don't want me to set the record straight about that bullshit you've been saying about me on national television?"

I watch him squirm, like literally squirm in his own skin, and I can't lie this is kind of fun.

Then the uncomfortable and embarrassed expression on his face gets replaced with anger once again. Still prone to mood swings, I see.

His jaw clenched and I watch Marshall press both of his palms flat against the the roof of my rental car, on both sides of me, sort of caging me in.

"Um... boundaries?" I smirk, pressing my palms into his chest and pushing me back.

He nods his head and complies, taking a small step away from me, but not before he quietly say, anger evident in his voice.

"Let's get one thing straight right now, Nikki. I ain't never fucking lie. You DID cheat on me."

I almost laugh in his face now, but I hold back.

"Sure," I reply. "You keep telling yourself that, Marshall. But we both know how it REALLY went down."

He frowns angrily, his teeth digging slightly into his buttom lip as he blinks a few times. Then he sighs in exasperation.

"I did fucking love you, you know," he lets out quietly.

This time I do laugh at him.

"Lies!!" I exclaim. "But anyway," I turn away from him slightly and grab the door handle to my car. "I gotta go, Marshall. See you in a few days when we are supposed to do that crappy publicity stunt your manager wants us to do."

I start to pry the door open. Only for Marshall to shut it as he corners me against the car again.

"Nah, hold up. I ain't done talking yet."

"Well, that's too bad cause I sure as hell am," I shrug.

"Nikki," he drags his palm down his face again. "Why the fuck are you so goddamn stubborn? You ain't change at all, ya know."

"And neither have you, Marshall. Still can't take responsibility for your own actions."

"Yo, I have taken the responsibility for it!" He exclaims angrily again. "I fucking apologized..."

"Honestly Marshall, that was a really shitty apology, cause you basically just ended-up blaming me for it all and saying I caused all this. How's that..."

"Nikki, look at me for a second. Imma tell you straight up. This whole thing Paul wants us to do? I don't like it and I ain't wanna do it. At all. It makes me look worse then..."

"You know, I do agree with you there," I shrug, then laugh quietly. "It WOULD make you look even worse. Especially if I do talk," I wink at him then and get in the car.

Only for Marshall to suddenly walk around to the passenger side and get in the car as well.

"Seriously?" I raise an eyebrow at him.