Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

7. There Go Our Rap Careers / My Life

Marshall's P.O.V.

Luckily my car, my old ass beat down Honda my mom passed over to me years ago, is still right where we had all left it the night before. I was kind of worried it might get towed.

Proof gets in the front seat with me while Jordyn and her friend climb in the back. Jordyn is a lot more quiet than she was yesterday, I don't know her too well of course, matter of fact, I don't know this girl at all, but I'm getting the vibe that she was as outgoing as she was the other day just cause she was under the influence. The way she danced on me at the club and let me have my arms all over her when I was teaching her how to shoot and aim that stupid paint gun is clearly weird in her out. Right now she might actually be regretting it, cause she seems hella reserved now.

Which is fine by me cause to be honest, I ain't exactly a happy camper right now. My brain keeps on wandering to how Proof and I will both have to show up in court in a few days cause apparently one of the suburban kids we shot with the bb gun last night, one of us had hit him in the dick, and the dude is now pressing charges. Which is so motherfucking dumb to me.

It. Was. A. Fucking. Paint. Gun. Not a real thing.

And yet, we was told yesterday that it's still considering a felony and since the damn kid is pressing charges, we are both looking at 5 years each. The cop we spoke to yesterday, not one of them racist pigs that arrested us, but this other one that was releasing us from the holding cells, he advised us that we both better get lawyered up.

Which caused both Proof and I to laugh bitterly. Hire a goddamn lawyer, yeah right. Neither one of us got the money to afford one, so the best we can hope for is a public defender. And one doesn't have to know the system too well to realize exactly how fuck they are, cause those public defenders they don't even give a shit. As a matter of fact, they might make your case so much worse.

"Welp, there go our rap careers," I joke bitterly to Proof as we are making our way out of the police station.

"Nah man, chill out doody. We might be able to get out of this shit just yet," Proof replies. Forever the optimist.

I just shake my head cause I don't even know man.

Now, we are dropping Jordyn off first as apparently where she lives is the closest to the police station.

"Take it easy, girl," Savannah hugs her as Jordyn prepares to get out of the car.

I stare at her through the rear view window, and Proof all of a sudden elbows me real hard in the ribs. I wince and start to cuss him the fuck out, but he gives me a weird look which I have no fucking clue what it was for.

"Well, it was nice meeting you guys. Thanks for the ride," Jordyn says sweetly in the meantime, her eyes linger on me for a second. "I hope you'll be okay and beat the case, Marshall. And you are like, really good on the mic. I know you probably hear that all the time, but..."

Her friend sitting next to her rolls her eyes at her and literally groans for whatever reason.

I don't got no clue what's wrong with either that Savannah chick or Proof. And I ain't even gonna lie, a part of me sort of wishes it was just me and Jordyn in this car right now.

What for though, Marshall?!

Fuck if I know, but I like her. Maybe if there wasn't like two other people here, I'd shoot my shot at her, but I ain't tryna embarrass myself with witnesses present.

"What, Savannah?!" Jordyn gives her friend a confused look.

"Oh, for God's sake!!" The other girl exclaims in exasperation.