Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

8. Jordyn's World

Jordyn's P.O.V.

I spend the rest of the day hanging out with Savannah at my house.

My hateful ass auntie is luckily out for the whole day, so we don't have to deal with her hate and negative energy, telling us how neither one of us would never amount to anything, so we just spend the rest of the day working on some songs I'm supposed to perform at what Savannah says is going to be my big break performance next month.

In reality of it, it wouldn't even technically be my show, I'm just opening up for a local talent. But then again, it IS a pretty big deal as that girl is a freaking huge star right now on the R'n'B scene, some people call her The Princess of R'n'B and it's a great honor to be opening up for her. I honestly don't know HOW Savannah managed to even swing that, but let's be real, my crazy best friend has her ways, this girl is absolutely relentless. And she is super determined to get me to the top and become famous one day because she believes in me.

Now, all of the songs I will be singing, Savannah actually wrote every single one of them for me. Not that I can't write my own songs, but the thing is, Savannah feels like the stuff I write is maybe a little bit too rough and depressing, and she keeps telling me that with the way I look (which to me is just average, nothing special at all, but hear this girl say it you'd think I was freaking hot as shit) I need to sing something romantic. All the other girls would wanna be me, and all the guys would want me. And that, according to her, is the perfect recipe for success.

Of course, I don't have a romantic bone in my body, seeing that I've never been in love, nor do I see the point of it, and you write what you know, right? Which is why Savannah writes all of my love songs. Not that I mind. My friend knows me pretty well and even though she has me singing about stuff I don't even believe in, she still manages to make it sound like me in a way, and I really love her for it.

It was Savannah by the way, who had encouraged me to call Marshall earlier today. But after the way he just blew me off and rushed me off the phone, she was also quick to cuss him the hell out right along with me and tell me to forget that white boy. I laughed and called her crazy.

Now, hours later, after Savannah have left and I was just about to go to bed, the house phone rings.

I'm just emerging from the shower, finger combing my leave-in conditioner and moisturizer I've just applied through my hair, and straightening up my little shorts and spaghetti strap top I'm going to be wearing to bed, bare feet skipping across my living room floor. I grab the receiver and press it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Yo, listen, Jordyn, it's my bad about earlier, aight?"

"Who is this?" I frown even though I've got a pretty good feeling already. That accent of his gave him away. I mean... I know I live in Detroit myself, but I'm not originally from here, me and my mom had moved here back when I was around 10 years old, and while I've adapted to the life here, I still pick up on other people's accent, and his... well, it's just the most prominent I've ever heard.

It's cute though.

Okay, I'm rambling now, ugh...

"It's Marshall. Listen girl, I'm sorry. When you had called me earlier, I..."

His voice is so cute, like seriously.

Which is exactly why I need to hang up on his ass. I've just met him and I already like him too much, and I absolutely do not need this in my life.

"Honesty, Marshall?" I interrupt his apology. "I really don't wanna hear it. I don't give a shit if when I had called you you was dealing with something, having a bad day, whatever. You had no right to take it out on me. So forget you," I state calmly.