Ole Foolish Pride Girl (Eminem Fanfic)

18. Under The Influence

Nikki's P.O.V.

Because of my hair and makeup being a mess thanks to a certain blonde-headed fuckboy pouring champagne all over me to be petty, before we can all go out to the next club at the end of my shift (which actually ended as soon as I had agreed that I'll go hang out with Marshall and his boys, as well as Kianna's shift, because after that, he had simply gone to our manager, Jennifer, and asked her nicely to let us leave early and he had covered all of the expenses for that, and Jennifer was more than happy to oblige him) we had to stop by my and Kianna's apartment real quick, so that her and I could change clothes and I could fix my hair and face.

Marshall grumbled about it like a little baby, but I had been quick to remind him that it is because of him that I have to go home and fix myself up in the first place.

Once, Kianna and I are all done though, we both walk out of the apartment and get back inside of the huge black car in the backseat where Marshall and the rest of the boys are sitting, with his driver and security in the front.

I still can't believe I'm doing this, and I have no idea WHY I'm doing this neither, like why would I go and hang out with him after everything that's happened in the past?! Not to mention that I can't stand this guy, I fucking hate his guts and I'm pretty sure he hates mines too.

But then, he's also leaving back to Detroit in a few days anyway, and I'll never see his crazy ass again, so we might as well just chill one more time for old time's sake. That's how Marshall justified it to me anyway, and I guess I'm cool with it.

Kianna on the other hand, she's kind of freaking out at first. She was super star struck by Marshall, as well as the rest of D12, and I been gave her a pep talk already to just chill and not embarrass me, but she was all like giiiiirl, he may be a plain old Marshall to you because you knew him from before the fame, but to me it's fucking nuts, he's a fucking celebrity for God's sake!!

I just rolled my eyes at that.

To my girl Ki's credit though, sis did eventually get over it, during the car ride on the way to this next club the gang wanted to hit up.

Because it's so many of us in the car, Kianna ends up pretty much sandwiched between Proof and Bizarre, poor girl, because Bizarre certainly isn't small.

As for me, as soon as we climb in the back of the car, Marshall grabs me and unceremoniously pulls me onto his lap. I give him an evil look for that because I sure as hell do not wanna be this close to him. But then I just kind of sigh to myself and just go with it. I have no idea why I'm letting so many things slide with him all of a sudden and acting all out of character, but whatever. Obviously, I should've never had sex with him but it is what it is, and what's done is already done.

Maybe I just need to say fuck it and have fun tonight, you know? I grab a bottle of Bacardi Marshall has in his hand and drink straight from it. The liquid burns my throat but then makes me feel nice, and I stare sideways at Marshall. He looks all kinds of ways fucked up already, but he keeps right on going anyway with the drinks, his tolerance must be really fucking high.

I also watch Kianna a little bit, and I see that she is getting very aquinted with DeShaun now that she's somewhat over her intial shock of going to a club with a bunch of celebrities.

At this other club, we go straight to the V.I.P. of course, and it honestly does feel good to be served drinks tonight instead of serving them. Marshall is a lot more mellow with the waiters here than he was with me at my job, and once again, I cut my eyes at him.

"What yo?" He asks me, throwing his arm over my shoulder lazily as he leans back, looking at me through hooded eyes. "Why you looking at me all pissed for?"