Ebony's POV
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The anticipation coiled in my stomach like a restless snake as I stood in front of the mirror, fussing over my appearance. My hands trembled slightly as I applied the finishing touches to my makeup, my mind swirling with a mixture of nerves and excitement.
Sure, I was nervous about seeing Marshall again, but deep down, I couldn't deny the thrill of the chase. After all, a girl's gotta secure her bag, right? And if spending a little time with a famous rapper meant I could upgrade my lifestyle, well, who was I to say no?
As I wrestled with my conflicting emotions, my phone rang, jolting me out of my reverie. It was Latoya, calling to wish me luck on my date with Marshall. We exchanged quick pleasantries before she wished me well and we said our customary "I love yous."
With a deep breath, I stepped outside, the crisp night air hitting me like a slap in the face. I glanced at my watch impatiently, cursing under my breath as I realized Marshall was running late. Seriously, did he think I had all night to wait around for him?
Minutes ticked by like hours as I my crossed my arms, letting my finger tap against my arm in anticipation and nervousness. I tried my best to appear nonchalant despite the gnawing feeling of disappointment creeping into my chest. I told myself I didn't care about him being late, but deep down, a part of me couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation.
"Just breathe, Ebony," I muttered to myself, attempting to calm my racing thoughts. "It's not like he's the only one with a busy schedule. He'll show up when he shows up...Even if he doesn't it isn't like I don't have other options."
Despite my attempts at rationalization, the nervous energy continued to buzz beneath my skin, my mind conjuring up worst-case scenarios with each passing second. What if he stood me up? What if he decided he didn't want to see me again? The uncertainty gnawed at my insides like a hungry beast, threatening to consume me whole.
Just as I was about to give in to the overwhelming urge to call it quits and head back inside, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb, interrupting my inner turmoil. My heart skipped a beat as I watched the driver step out, a surge of hope flooding through me despite my best efforts to remain guarded.
"Ebony?" The driver asked before I nodded a flicker of excitement ticking in my eyes.
The driver opened the backseat door for me before I climbed in...I was confused when I didn't see Eminem any side the car...Maybe hes just having the driver drop me off where ever he's at.
That worried feeling just continuing to rattle in me in the worst way possible as I looked outside of the tinted windows, the car now beginning to hit the road.
Why did I feel so nervous?? God dammit. It was like I couldn't control my emotions. And honestly I just wanted it all to go away, I mean I'm always nervous about dates. But I think this one is worse—Not because he's Eminem, I don't care about his little rapper persona, but because if I fuck this up then my plan might not go well.
When I get close enough, the only thing I want from that boy is his money...All the money that I can get—and I may even not have to steal from him...but he's Eminem he can make the money back. I just hope this shit goes as planned so I can get what I want and dip with what I started this for...I'll decide where or not I wanna make have it go on for a rather long period of time or not... But any money will due.
