Read My Lips (Eminem Fanfic)

19. Clean Slate

Amari's P.O.V.

It has now been another week since I had partied with Marshall in LA on my birthday.

And we did have a good time that day, well, you know aside from the fact that I can't help but look weird at him ever since I've found out that he's arranged to have three fucking people killed on my behalf, not to mention, threatened my best friends life if I was to ever tell her the truth about it.

Things like that don't exactly make a girl want to stay with the guy, so I was quick to jump on the flight back to Boston and never look back.

Or so I had initially thought anyway.

Now, I HAVE to see Marshall again because unfortunately, something has come up and I have to discuss it with him.

So, now I am landing in Detroit where he is currently filming that 8 Mile movie.

Once I had told him I needed to see him, Marshall was quick to fly me out, and he even sent a car to pick me up and take me to the set where they are filming parts of the movie. Why he wants me to come see him at his job, I have no idea, but then, Marshall always likes to have me around him either at the studio where he's recording his music, one of the building where they film his music videos, and now this.

My head is buzzing and I'm having all kinds of butterflies in my stomach as the car pulls up at this boarded off area that truly looks like a slum or something and inside, it's decorated to look like a trailer park, Marshall's character that he plays in this movie, Jimmy Smith, apparently leaves there with his mother and his little sister.

I spot Marshall and a bunch of other people on the set, they all appear to be laughing and joking around. There's cameras everywhere and crew members constantly adjusting them, but I don't think they are filming an actual scene right at this moment. This man that appears to be the director walks over to Marshall with a thick stack of papers in his hand, I'm guessing it's the movie script and they go through it for a few seconds, then the men leaves and this blonde girl approaches Marshall instead. They talk and she laughs, touching his arm a few times, and something happens to me then.

My blood starts to boil.

I can't really explain it, but I don't like this, not at all. Don't like for this girl to be touching him, don't like her smiling all up in his face like that, all wide and eager like she would love for him to fuck her brains out right there on the spot.

And I've seen girls look at Marshall like that. Plenty of times before. He's a celebrity after all. And he's very good looking guy. And he's got this whole... vibe about him that makes one want to experience him, so of course ladies love him. I always knew that and I've never cared.

And yet, it's never quite hit me until now.

And that's where it suddenly occurs to me that he was right before when he said to me that even if I don't admit it, I DO love him back. Despite everything he's done, I'm in love with him too.

Jesus Christ...

This is completely wrong and it's stupid, and it doesn't change what I came here to talk to him about because I will still stand by my decision.

But THAT in itself also doesn't change the fact that I'm staring at him and this damn actress, Brittany something, openly flirting with each other, and I'm straining my eyes like a damn stupid ass desperate girl to try and catch on to their conversation, but at the angle I'm currently observing them from, I can't really read their lips, so I have no idea what they are talking about exactly. Still, their body language tells me a lot. Especially the girl.

She smiles and puts her hand yet again on his body, this time running it down his chest.

Marshall smirk that same sort of smug smirks guys always give when they know they are the shit and all the women want them.