Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

37. Girlfights & Promises

Jordyn's P.O.V.

Today is the day of the last show of Marshall's Anger Management Tour, and of course Marshall's wouldn't be Marshall if that last show wasn't to be performed here in Detroit, our home town.

So we've just landed here not to long ago and then had to go straight to sound check.

And now we are all having a lunch break, backstage at the venue we are to perform at in a few hours.

Marshall and I sit at the same table but we don't speak. Proof sitting by his side and Savannah by my side. Even if I'm not particularly fond of the girl right now, she is still my manager. At least for now.

Even if we did fall out a couple of months ago, just before the tour started.

After having the meeting with the label where I was pretty much told I had no choice but to join Marshall on his tour because that's what's currently required of us, I storm out with Savannah following close on my hills.

"Well damn, I know that sucks, Jordyn, but chill girl, you got this," Savannah says to me as I make my way into my usual recording room, slamming the door behind us.

"Savannah, I don't wanna fucking do this, I don't want to tour with Marshall, it's too soon after we fell out plus he literally hates my guts right now and I can't say that I don't feel the same way about him! Find some way for me to get out of this!"

I practically stomp my foot, then plop down on one of the rolling chairs, hiding my face in my hands as my long wavy hair drapes over it as well like a blanket.

Savannah paces the room, stopping directly in front of me and flipping her blonde braids off of her shoulders.

"Ugh, Jordyn, I understand that you are upset, and like I told you, I know that it stinks, but please suck it up girl. This tour is going to be huge and it's going to bring hella buzz to both you and Marshall. Also, it gets you the chance to hang out with your boy and possibly the two of you can work things out between y'all as well and possibly get back together for real," she then winks at me as I roll my eyes.

"Savannah, I have literally like zero desire to get back together with Marshall," I state. "He's a jerk now and all of his fame had clearly gone to his head. He thinks he's some type of a God's gift to women but he's not. You are right though, I guess I do have to suck it up," I roll my eyes again, "But that's fine anyways, because," I pause then, hesitating.

I don't know if I should tell Savannah this, maybe it's too soon because there are still so many months left until the end of the year, but still, she's my friend, and I'm sure she will understand where I'm coming from with this.

"Because what? Tell me, girl," she then prompts me, grabbing another chair and taking a seat across from me.

"Because... I only have to put up with the label and their antics for only a few more months," I shrug as Savannah frowns.

"Fuck you mean by that?" She asks me.

I take a deep breath, finally coming completely clean to her.

"Savannah, you do realize that my contract with the label expires at the end of this year, right?" I ask her tentatively.

My crazy best friend looks at me like I'm speaking a foreign language to her at first. Then she realizes somewhat what I mean, I guess, because she promptly laughs it off.