That Hurts...( Eminem Fan Fic)

Chapter 2

Ryleigh and I made it to the front of the

rows at the stadium. I still don't how

she managed to get us front row

tickets, including backstage passes.

when I tried questioning her about the

tickets all she did was waggle her

eyebrows and twiddle her fingers and

wink, she moved so much areas of

her face it was a wonder how she didn't

sprain her god damn face. The stadium

was quickly filling up, and the DJ was

messing with the turn tables. after a

couple of minuets we heard a man

speaking in the microphone it captured

the attention of the audience. A great

hush went through the crowd, we

looked up and saw a Black guy up on

stage, I squinted at him and recognized

him as Proof, he cleared his throat and

said.


"Ya'll Make some Motherfucking

noise for Detroit!"


the crowd went wild!



somewhere a group of people started

chanting "313, 313" and then soon all of

us took it up.


"Yeah! 313! make way for

the one and only EMINEM!" Hollered

Proof. We all started screaming

Eminem! Ryleigh and I squealed, much

to my embarrassment, but I didn't care

I came here for a reason. Eminem came

out and and yelled "DETROIT!" then

the beat started and he started rapping,

and I felt so hyped and high, of his

music I closed my eyes and mouthed

the lyrics. the next song came on I

opened my eyes and I looked at him, I

studied him as he walked back and

forth on stage. he looked a bit tired and

he kinda stumbled around a little bit

was he high? I kept looking at him his

eyes were rimmed red. I didn't want

this to be a memory of my first concert.

I tried focusing on the music, but I

started looking around me, blunts and

smoke wafted around the stadium.

what was this? Did these people care of

his music or did they come here to get

high? He sang the last verse and

mumbled a small thank you and

winked at the sluts in the front row.

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"Passes, ladies?" asked the backstage

bouncer.


"Here you go, tiger" winked

Ryleigh. I rolled my eyes, she's such a

flirt. He allowed her a small smile,

and let us pass. We walked in a large

room, there was a bar at the far end

corner. there was music playing, I

looked for its source and my eyes came

in contact with a DJ and his mixing

table. This was more of a club than a

backstage area.


"let's go look for him!"

Ryleigh said excitedly.


"Who?" I tried to play dumb.


"Eminem, you idiot, who

else?" Ryleigh said impatiently.

She dragged me around the room, my

eyes were wandering, then I stopped

abruptly it caught Ryleigh's attention.



"What are yo-" she stopped in mid

sentence when she followed the cause

of my attention.

"Oh. My. God" she whispered "'it's


"HIM"' all I managed to do was nod.


There Eminem was looking

like he stepped out of a Rolling stone

cover, his hair was wet, he must have

taken a shower quickly after the show.

He was surrounded by a bunch of

"Stan's"



most of them were girls. they were

wearing the most revealing and skin

baring outfits despite the cold 15

degree Detroit weather.


"let's go talk to

him" said an excited Ryleigh.


I shook my head quickly.


"why not?" asked a baffled Ryleigh.


"Don't want to" I mumbled terrified.


"Come on! We came here for no reason

then, please just a quick hi, then we

leave with no regrets, ok? she tried to

reason with me.


No regrets I chanted in my head

like a mantra. We looked each other in

the eye and we smiled at each other.


"Let's do it." I stated grabbing her

hand. We walked to where all the

groupies were.



We went inside the circle of people, we

saw a fake blonde bimbo with a

boob job talking to him. I caught on

what she was saying. "---Hailie Jade? I

love that name!" the fake Bitch said

while tracing the tattoo on his forearm.



"You like that baby?" He said to her

seductively tracing her bony collar

bone.


"WOOT WOOT!!" yelled a couple

of black guys near us.


"Get some action

Em!" yelled the fat guy with a shower

cap.


The Bimbo didn't even have the

decency to blush. She just smirked her

overly bleached teeth. Eminem just

rolled his eyes but smirked knowingly

at his friends. He whispered to the slut

and they started making their way to

our side she followed him and made

sure her boobs draped all over his

elbow, ugh no self respect. He was a

few feet in front of us when Ryleigh

grabbed my arm and closed the

distance between us and them. I came

face to face with the man himself. My

jaw dropped to the ground and I gape

at him, Ryleigh recovers first.



"Oh my gosh me and my friend are

HUGE fans! Well.... she's like your

number 1 fan!"

She gestures at me.


"Oh is that so...."he

drawls bored. He looks at me from

under his eyelashes and pierces me

with that intimidating sapphire gaze.


"I-I-I" I stammer nervously.


"Ugh! Baby lets ditch these

losers!" The slut whines.


He looks at her amused, I was right he

is high, I can see his eyes clearly.


"let's go baby, there all soooo

predictable stuttering in front of me

and saying there the "number one fans"

HAH pathetic!"


he says smirking and

shoves pasts as throws us one

disgusted glance over his shoulder, and

walks away doing god knows what. And

I stand there gaping after them. The

realization hits me hard the wind

escapes my lungs. Immense pain

Shoots through my heart. Why would

he do this to me, he was all a lie

everything I believed he stood up for, it

was just a bunch of lies. I sniffle and

feel heat reach my cheeks and nose and

anger surfaces, I grind my teeth and

bunch my hands into fists. I'll show

Him no one MESSES with Sage

Xander, I'll show him.... Just wait.

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Ohhhhh you guys like it!!!? Sage is pissed of Marshall's being a douche
>:~(