Ole Foolish Pride Girl (Eminem Fanfic)

8. Do You Remember

Marshall's P.O.V.

2003

I pull Nikki into my arms and she fights me at first, but she eventually settles into it. She begins to actually cry into my chest and this is the most vulnerable I've seen her in years.

Something inside of me breaks then, breaking me out of whatever high and drunken state I just was may I add instantly, and all I wanna do is just comfort her.

Sure, she's a bitch, but I don't even give a fuck. She's also a girl I would fucking destroy anybody for.

"It's okay, baby girl," I say softly into the top of her head as I run my hands through her hair. "That Hollywood motherfucker, I swear to fuck I'll get him for you. All you gotta do is just tell me his full name, and imma fins him. Then I'll beat the shit out of him, I swear."

"What the hell, Marshall?!" Nikki now pulls away from me frowning. "I'm not asking you to do that for me. I don't NEED you to do that for me. What the hell is wrong with you?"

I blink a few times.

What the hell IS wrong with me for real?! Am I really THAT infatuated with her at this point that I'm ready to fight some random ass motherfucker I ain't never even met before over her for real?!

"Nah, I just..."

"Forget it, Marshall," Nikki then sighs, pulling away from me.

She looks up into my eyes and then looks away.

"I think it's time you go home now," she states, causing me to roll my eyes as I involuntarily clench my teeth together.

"Ya know what, Nikki?" I suddenly blurt out. "I think you are scared of me, sweetheart."

"I... I'm WHAT, Marshall?!" She exclaims incredulously, whipping around.

"You heard me yo," I shrug. "I think you are afraid of me. Afraid imma fuck you over how I've done in the part. Which is legit. Cause I ain't even gonna front, I'm scared of you too."

"You are so full of shit, Marshall," she huffs.

I walk up on her then and tower over herm I run my knuckles down the side of her face, then hesitate.

"Can I, Nikki?" I quietly ask, feeling the tension thinken in the room.

"Can you what?" She frowns.

"Can I kiss you?" I smirk. "Cause I'm tryna see something. But I ain't tryna get shot for it so I'm asking your permission first. Before you put that gun to my head again."

"Oh that?" She asks, pulling the gun from the waistband of her pants again.

Then she points it directly at me and pulls the trigger.

Only for a small flame to appear from the barrel.

I ain't even gonna lie, I was about to fucking shit myself at this point. This goddamn chick...

"This ain't a real gun?" I ask stupidly.

She giggles.

"No Marshall, it's a fucking lighter," Nikki then explains, rolling her eyes. "Ever seen one like this in movies? Well, that's why I bought it. My fascination with movies and all," she shrugs.

This fucking bitch!!

"That was real funny, Nikki," I grumble.

"Yeah, especially the look on your face when I put it to your head," she shrugs. "Or when you apparently got hard from it. Like, who even fucking does that, Marshall?! Who fucking gets hard when they think their life is in danger?"