Jordyn and Marshall first meet on one of those days Marshall is desperately trying to sell copies of his debut album Infinite, vending on the streets of Detroit, standing right next to his beat down hand-me-down Honda his mom had passed on to him.
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"So yeah like, I might need another drink after what just went down," I giggle nervously, looking up at Marshall as he stands looming over me after he and Proof finally get off that stage.
Savannah in the meantime is flirting with Proof not too far away from us. I guess in her eyes she's being my wing woman, but I do feel kind of nervous for her. If anybody that actually knows her sees her and tells Troy... Well, let's just say there's going to be hell to pay, and she should know that too, but like... the thing with my friend is that this girl is absolutely careless.
"Uh... Don't you think you've had enough, girl?" Marshall smirks, he leans back against the wall, biting on his lower lip slightly and pulling his black Nike hat lower over his face, covering his eyes. It seems to be his comfort zone. "I mean, you had to have had too much to even think you could go against me in a rap battle," he then adds jokingly. And there's a cockiness to his voice that makes me both roll my eyes and feel sort of turned on. Fuck my life...
"I haven't had nearly enough," I reply, rolling my eyes. "And I um... would need you to get it for me too. I mean like... I can easily pay you back no problem, as soon as you actually buy it for me, but you do need to buy it for me. Because I'm not 21 yet," I state modestly, causing Marshall's whole face to change.
He narrows... no, more like squints his eyes at me, one eye squinting slightly more than the other, which I think is kind of cute, then drags one of his hands down his face.
"How old are you exactly?" He questions me.
"20," I shrug, telling him my age.
"Nah see, now imma need to see some ID now. Cause I ain't tryna rob no cradles, girl," he frowns.
I laugh at first, but he looks dead ass serious.
I roll my eyes and hand him my I.D. Mentally cringing at the picture. Savannah made me get all dolled up like that the day it was taken, that girl, I swear!!
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Marshall checks my date of birth on the small card, then nods, handing it back to me.
"Aight then. I'll buy you your drink. What you want, girl?" He questions me calmly.
"Um no, how about you show me YOUR ID now, cause I'm not trying to rob the cradle either, and you do have a baby face," I reply back to him, holding up to his arm.
"You can't be serious," he chuckles, regarding me like I'm crazy.
"But I am," I state, doing my best to sound dead ass serious and not burst into a for of laughter. Obviously, I'm fucking with him. Yes, he does have a baby face, but I know damn well that he must be older than me and not underage, but I just feel compelled to mess with him right now for whatever reason.
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