Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

23. Petty Arguments & Wild Nights

Jordyn's P.O.V.

I wasn't going to even say anything to Marshall at first, even if his words did hurt me.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop on his conversation with his friends neither, but I just happened to hear it all when I came back from the bathroom, and I was trying to get over it all night, but in the end, I just felt so hurt and humiliated that I couldn't make myself stay silent any longer once we got back to the hotel.

Marshall looks at me all sheepish like. I swear if any of his fans could see him right now, it would really mess up this image they must all have of him by this point. The Mr. Don't Give A Fuck guy staring all guilty like at his girlfriend, giving her the puppy dog eyes, hands showed into pockets.

"Nah look, Jo, I ain't know what exactly you've heard, but I promise you I ain't mean none of the shit I said. Not in a way you think I've meant it anyway."

"Oh really?" I ask him. "So how did you mean it, Marshall?"

He looks completely lost then, and I almost feel sorry for him.

"Jordyn... Fuck man, listen," he chuckles nervously, dragging his hand down his face. "You know that I love you, girl."

"I know that, Marshall," I sigh, walking away from him and taking a seat on the couch.

He follows me and stands over me for a few seconds. Then crouches in between my slightly parted legs, giving me those same puppy dog baby blue eyes as he rests his elbows lightly on my knees, looking up at me.

"Or at least I thought I knew that," I continue to say regretfully. "But clearly I'm not what you really want. I don't... satisfy your needs or whatever."

"Nah, baby, it's not," he begins to protest.

"Boy please, don't insult my intelligence," I cut him off, rolling my eyes. "I've heard it with my own ears..."

"Jordyn. Again. Shit ain't even like that. You misunderstood what you've heard completely," Marshall says, and he has the nerve to sound slightly angry with me now, and I'm starting to feel even more pissed off at him. All of my previous insecurities about our relationship are coming back to me tenfold. The same insecurities he reassured me I shouldn't even have.

More tears spill out of my eyes and he wipes them off. Until I slap his hand away.

"Don't," I mutter, furrowing my eyebrows and trying my best to look tough.

"Marshall, do you remember what I've said to you before, about not wanted to disappoint you?" I then ask him.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second.

"Nah, Jordyn, I keep telling you, it's not like that. You could never disappoint me."

"Well, apparently I can since I don't satisfy you!! Since you apparently have to hold back. I'm horrible in bed and Kim is much better than me. Right? Isn't that what you were saying to your friends there?"

"Fucking Christ, Jo!" He rubs the bridge oh his nose in frustration, face turning slightly red.

"And you know what hurts me the most about that is that you wouldn't even tell me about it. You go and you laugh with Proof and the rest of the guys about how terrible I apparently am, but you couldn't just tell me, so that I could... so that I could, I don't know, try and fix it. You never even..." my voice breaks from how hurt I'm feeling. Embarrassed too. All of this is too much for me.

Suddenly, I push Marshall away from me, pushing his chest as hard as I can and I jump off from the couch, heading towards the bathroom. I open up some cold water in the sink and throw it in my face.