Nikki's P.O.V.
Because of my hair and makeup being a mess thanks to a certain blonde-headed fuckboy pouring champagne all over me to be petty, before we can all go out to the next club at the end of my shift (which actually ended as soon as I had agreed that I'll go hang out with Marshall and his boys, as well as Kianna's shift, because after that, he had simply gone to our manager, Jennifer, and asked her nicely to let us leave early and he had covered all of the expenses for that, and Jennifer was more than happy to oblige him) we had to stop by my and Kianna's apartment real quick, so that her and I could change clothes and I could fix my hair and face.
Marshall grumbled about it like a little baby, but I had been quick to remind him that it is because of him that I have to go home and fix myself up in the first place.
Once, Kianna and I are all done though, we both walk out of the apartment and get back inside of the huge black car in the backseat where Marshall and the rest of the boys are sitting, with his driver and security in the front.
I still can't believe I'm doing this, and I have no idea WHY I'm doing this neither, like why would I go and hang out with him after everything that's happened in the past?! Not to mention that I can't stand this guy, I fucking hate his guts and I'm pretty sure he hates mines too.
But then, he's also leaving back to Detroit in a few days anyway, and I'll never see his crazy ass again, so we might as well just chill one more time for old time's sake. That's how Marshall justified it to me anyway, and I guess I'm cool with it.
Kianna on the other hand, she's kind of freaking out at first. She was super star struck by Marshall, as well as the rest of D12, and I been gave her a pep talk already to just chill and not embarrass me, but she was all like giiiiirl, he may be a plain old Marshall to you because you knew him from before the fame, but to me it's fucking nuts, he's a fucking celebrity for God's sake!!
I just rolled my eyes at that.
To my girl Ki's credit though, sis did eventually get over it, during the car ride on the way to this next club the gang wanted to hit up.
Because it's so many of us in the car, Kianna ends up pretty much sandwiched between Proof and Bizarre, poor girl, because Bizarre certainly isn't small.
As for me, as soon as we climb in the back of the car, Marshall grabs me and unceremoniously pulls me onto his lap. I give him an evil look for that because I sure as hell do not wanna be this close to him. But then I just kind of sigh to myself and just go with it. I have no idea why I'm letting so many things slide with him all of a sudden and acting all out of character, but whatever. Obviously, I should've never had sex with him but it is what it is, and what's done is already done.
Maybe I just need to say fuck it and have fun tonight, you know? I grab a bottle of Bacardi Marshall has in his hand and drink straight from it. The liquid burns my throat but then makes me feel nice, and I stare sideways at Marshall. He looks all kinds of ways fucked up already, but he keeps right on going anyway with the drinks, his tolerance must be really fucking high.
I also watch Kianna a little bit, and I see that she is getting very aquinted with DeShaun now that she's somewhat over her intial shock of going to a club with a bunch of celebrities.
At this other club, we go straight to the V.I.P. of course, and it honestly does feel good to be served drinks tonight instead of serving them. Marshall is a lot more mellow with the waiters here than he was with me at my job, and once again, I cut my eyes at him.
"What yo?" He asks me, throwing his arm over my shoulder lazily as he leans back, looking at me through hooded eyes. "Why you looking at me all pissed for?"
"Um... maybe I'm just waiting for you to send the Cîroc back because it's too warm," I say sarcastically, watching him give me a half grin as he licks his lips leaning into my ear.
"Ya know I only did that to get you pissed off. You look hot pissed off. But I normally am a pretty humble guy, I don't like to bother the workers too much, I know they probably stressed and overworked and shit."
"Well aren't you a gentelman," I say sarcastically.
"What? I am!!" He says, pretending to be hurt as he throws his hand over his heart.
"Could've fooled me," I smile sweetly then roll my eyes again.
"Don't listen to him Nikki, he's a total dick," Bizarre says and the rest of the boys all chuckle while Kianna giggles at Proof's side. All of them are pretty loaded already from their previous time at my job, and me and Ki are both currently trying to catch up.
"Oh, you don't have to tell me, remember I went to school with this fool," I reply back, taking a sip of my drink.
"Yo, you don't know shit," Marshall suddenly snaps.
I look at him and he gives me an evil glare.
I frown at him and he continues.
"You don't know nothing about me, Nikki, you might've knew me back when we were 16 and shit, but let me tell you something, sweetheart, that don't mean squat."
I blink and then push him hard.
"Who you talking to like that?!" I ask, getting up from the couch in a New York minute.
Marshall immediately grabs my arm.
"Don't you fucking walk away from me," he states coldly.
I look down at him like he's crazy, then snatch my arm from him and throw my drink in his face.
"Yo, fuck you do that for?!" Marshall blinks as he rubs his eyes with his hand.
"We are even," I state and then walk away.
I can hear all the rest of the boys kind of cackle at my back, and I quickly make my way out of the V.I.P. area and to the bar where I'm sure Marshall won't be able to follow me because he won't be able to step out in public like that.
I really don't understand what his problem was just now, it's like he just switched up. His mood swings have been crazy today, and I guess he's right about one thing, I don't really know him, because his crazy white ass was never like this back when we were kids, which is normal, because people do change with age, obviously. But then the older him seems kind of bipolar.
I continue to sit at the bar when Kianna walks out of the V.I.P. as well and goes to sit beside me.
"What was that all about, girl," she giggles, plopping on the stool next to me.
"He was being an asshole," I shrug. "Plus, he poured that damn champagne on me earlier, I was just returning the favor."
"Right sis and i hear you on that but like... I still can't get over the fact that you spoke to his ass like that. Damn," she giggles again. "You do know he over there right now bitching to all his boys about you, right?"
"Yeah, what he's saying?" I ask curiously, but acting like I don't really care.
"Well honestly girl, he's not saying nothing nice right now, he's calling you all kinds of bitches. He was saying he was about to walk out and look for you too and teach you some manners, but his friend talked him out of it."
"Proof, always the voice of reason," I chuckle, taking another sip of my drink.
"Um... Nikki?" Kianna looks at me curiously. "What's going on between you and him anyway?"
"Nothing is going on, the fuck? He's just insane, apparently. I mean, haven't you heard, the whole world is saying that, Eminem is fucking crazy."
"Yeah, but like..." she starts to say and just then, some white girl walks over to us.
"Hey, you that girl from TV, aren't you?" She asks me, pointing at me. "You dated Eminem in high-school!!"
Well, great...
"Nope girl, got the wrong one, that was someone else sorry," I deadpan, not wanting to be bothered.
"No, it's definitely youuuuu!!" The girl exclaims and she is clearly is wasted as hell. Then she grimaces as she stumbles closer to me. "How could you do that, girl, sleep with DeAngelo Bailey, Eminem loved youuuuuuu!!"
"WHAT?!" I exclaim incredulously, staring the drunken chick down. Is she fucking for real?!
"Girl, you better get out of my face right now if you know what's good for you," I say nonchalantly, shoving my palm in front of me and halting the crazy groupie chick from coming towards me.
Kianna jumps off the barstool and stands her ground right next to me.
"Bitch you better not come at my bestie with this nonsense!!"
The white girl looks from me to Kianna and backs off.
She walks back over to the dance floor where she's rejoins what appears to be her friends and they all return to having good times together, but occasionally they would all glance at me and point, whispering to each other.
Well that was... weird...
"Girl, you best make your way back to that V.I.P, looks like you too famous now too, sis," Kianna jokes with me and I roll my eyes at her.
Just then my phone vibrates in my purse and I see that it's Marshall texting me.
Just come back aight. It's my bad I ain't mean to snap at u like dat it's the drugs
I show his message to Kianna.
"You see how bipolar this motherfucker is?!" I ask her incredulously and she gives me an all knowing look.
"What?" I frown.
"Yeah, something is definitely going on with you two," Kianna says and pulls me by my arm. "Common girl, let's go back out there, isn't it why we left work and came to this other club, to party with them, not for us to sit by ourselves at the bar like some losers."
"I guess so," I reply. "Wait, let me go pee real quick first."
"Okay, let's go then," Kianna giggles. That's just a girl thing, when one of us is going to the bathroom, we are all going to the bathroom.
Once we finish our business in there though, right as we are about to exit, here walks in that drunken white chick from earlier again.
She is even more wasted now than how she was before.
"Girl, you ain't shit," she says to me as soon as she lays eyes on me. "Cheating on Eminem, you gotta be the dumbest bitch ever," she slurs.
Wow, she must've took this whole thing reaaaaal personal.
"Listen girlfriend, I'm telling you nicely, back off me right now," I smile sweetly as Kianna stands to the side of me.
"Or what you gonna do, girlfriend?!" She's acting all tough now, and I really don't understand? What, she literally is about to fight a complete stranger over them 'cheating' on their idol? Damn, these Stans are crazy!!
And apparently this girl is on a whole another level of crazy... or drunk, because she all of a sudden swings at me!!
And see, I normally wouldn't fight another bitch, especially not over no dumb shit like this, but I would defend myself if needs be, so once she hit me, I had to hit her back!
And then Kianna, being the loyal best friend that she is had to have my back and jump in, so next thing I know, we both jump this crazy drunk girl and beat her ass, and I don't even know what it is we are fighting her for?!
By the time we leave this girl laying on the bathroom floor, I still don't even understand what exactly it was we were fighting her for, like did she really just get her ass beat over me 'cheating' on Marshall back in high-school, like for real?! What it had to do with her exactly?! God only knows...
Kianna and I make our way back to the V.I.P. and just as we are about to reach the ropes, here goes old girl again, stumbling out of the bathroom, pointing at the both of us and yelling something.
Some guy comes running to her then, and it only takes him a minute of speaking to her, before he quickly runs up on me and Kianna.
"You two bitches jumped my sister?!" He hollers loud enough to be beard over the loud music.
"Who you calling a bitch?!" I start to reply, and just then, the dude grabs me.
Kianna immediately jumps on his back but he throws her off.
The guy then swings at me like I'm another man on the street, but the security from the V.I.P. quickly grab him.
"No fighting," one of them says. "All of you better calm down before we throw all of y'all out."
"You can't throw us out, we are here with the guests at the lounge," Kianna then starts arguing back and forth with the bouncer, but he all of a sudden acts like he can't remember us.
"Funny, I don't remember either of you," he says.
"What, are you crazy?!" Kianna starts getting real loud now. "We are here with..."
"Ki, shut the hell up!!" I cut her off.
Just then, the crazy dude runs up on me again, because I guess, the bouncers are not paying attention to him anymore, so he uses that opportunity to smack the shit out of me.
"Oh that's it, you dead now!!" Kianna exclaims and starts taking off her shoes.
"Yoooooo, the fuck's going on here, we can here all the commotion from outside!!" Out of the blue sky, DeShaun walks out of the V.I.P. area and he looks frantically between me, Kianna and the crazy white dude all wrestling with the bouncers.
Proof's eyes widen when he sees one of the security guards snatch me up and lift me up in the air.
"Listen dawg, you might not wanna do that," he chuckles, rushing the guy then with a drink in his hand. He mumbles something to the bouncers and they let both me and Ki go immediately.
"Damn Nikki," Proof then says to me, looking me over. "Look at your nose, you bleeding baby girl, we better fix that shit before Em crazy ass sees it because he would lose his shit, that motherfucker will..."
"See what?" Marshall asks, peaking out from behind the rope, and just then, it couldn't be worse timing.
That same crazy ass fangirl of his starts running towards us as soon as she sees him.
"Oh my God Eminem, I love you!!" She exclaims.
Marshall barely looks in her direction. He stares at me hard, stares hard at my face and it must really look pretty bad, then he stares at the guy the security are still trying to handle, apparently he's giving them a real hard time.
"Did that motherfucker hit you, Nikki?" he asks me, lifting the rope and making his way all the way out of the V.I.P. "Yo, let him down," he says to the security and it amazes me that they listen to him immediately. "Ayo dawg, fuck you hit her for?" He asks calmly, looking at the dude with an emotionless stone cold face.
"That bitch hit my sister!!" The guy exclaims, sounding totally justified in his actions.
"Aight," Marshall nods, still completely emotionless. "So which one is your sister then?"
"That's me, Em!!" The little blonde chick exclaims happily, making her way towards him.
I have no idea what's even going to happen at this point as Marshall looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
The girl looks like she's about to lose it, she's so happy to be in his presence. It hits me then that apparently he really IS this big of a deal to people. Crazy...
"Come here, baby," Marshall says to the girl calmly and she walks over to him like she's in a trance.
Next thing you know, Marshall cocks his hand and backhands the fuck out of her.
You can hear a pin drop at that point, even though there's loud music booming from all of the speakers everywhere.
Marshall looks over at the other guy and smirks.
"See, you hit my girl, now I hit your fucking sister. Fuck you gonna do now, dawg?"
"You motherfucker!!" The other guy bellows and he rushes Marshall. Next thing you know, they are both fighting each other, and Marshall is really fucking this guy up until Proof and the bouncers separate them.
This time, they go and throw both the guy and his poor sister out, and at this point, I almost feel bad for them because that was definitely a fight they couldn't win.
Me and Kianna both just stand there and stare in shock, because that's exactly that, we are in fucking shock.
Not too many things shock me like that, but this certainly did. I can't believe Marshall just hit a girl, a girl that was clearly a huge fan of his, just to prove a point to her brother, then beat him up as well. I didn't even know he could fight at all neither to be honest, I mean, DeAngelo used to always kick his ass back in the day, but the way he just handled homeboy right there? He threw some strong ass punches at him, and...
"Yo, get back inside, right now," Marshall's voice snaps me back to reality and him and Proof drag both me and Kianna back into the V.I.P. as DeShaun knocks Marshall in the back of his head.
"You fucking moron, do you realize what your crazy white ass just did?!" He berates him like a kid. "You fucking attacked two of your fans out there, one of them a goddamn female. A female, Em!! You know they gonna sue your ass for sure, and then Paul would have both of our asses, mine especially for not stopping your ass!!"
"Shut the hell up, doody, my head is killing me," Marshall complains as we all make our way back to the lounge. "Fuck, I need another drink, hell, I need some more drugs, Bizzy, come here!!"
"You are fucking hopeless, man," Proof sighs, patting him on the back. "You are beyond saving, dawg, I swear."
He walks away and pulls Kianna with him somewhere, saying something in her ear as she giggles.
While Marshall plops back into one of the cushioned couches, pulling me with him.
My head is spinning at this point, and I don't even know what's going on anymore, what has just happened earlier is giving me whiplash.
"Marshall, why did you hit that girl?" I exclaim, watching Bizarre walk up to us with a small baggie filled with pills in his hand.
"Cause he ain't no misogynist, baby girl," Bizarre grins, stopping in front of us. "He's an equal opportunist, everybody can get hit by Em!!"
"That's right, I ain't no misogynist, I'll slap a bitch in her face, you feel me?" Marshall brags, grabbing a few pills from Bizarre's baggie and stuffing them in his pockets.
They dap each other up and Bizarre then walks to one of the tables on tip of which two stripper looking groupie girls are dancing and he starts rubbing his hands together watching them.
"For real though," Marshall says, suddenly turning serious. "I hit the damn girl cause her brother hit you, plain and simple. I just wanted to fuck with him in this way."
"Wow, I really need to take whatever it is you are taking now to make it make sense," I shake my head. "Right along with the fact that you called me your fucking girl, the hell was that for?!"
"Cause you are my girl, Nikki. At least for tonight," he shrugs. "Shit, you wanna take X with me then?" He then asks me.
"Might as well," I just shrug, and I have no idea why I want to take drugs with him, I'm definitely not a regular drug user, but maybe it's my way of trying to understand what's going on in that crazy messed-up head of his?
Wait though, why do I even care what's going on in that crazy messed-up head of his?!
Marshall smirks drunkenly at me, and it hits me just how messed up he already is, and he wants to take even more drugs now too? Damn...
He raises his brow at me, holding up a pill to me.
"Do you know what it does?" He asks me curiously.
"I do," I reply. I have no idea actually.
"Aight, as long as you know what you getting yaself into, shit, I ain't your keeper," he shrugs. "But just stay close to me for the rest of the night though. Don't be walking out on me no more. Open your mouth, baby."
I do and he drops the pill inside. Marshall takes one too, and we both wash it down with more liquor and then I just settle comfortably on his lap.
Somehow, one pill turns into two, and then even more drinks follow, and I don't even recognize myself anymore, like what am I doing?!
It takes a while for the drugs to kick in, but once it does, I remember only bits and pieces after that.
I remember me and Marshall being all over each other, remember thinking at the back of my head that we are crazy doing this in public like that.
But then I looked over and saw that Kianna was making out with DeShaun, Bizarre done climbed out on the table with the two drunken groupie chicks and was dancing with them while they were all rubbing on his big belly, there was a whole bunch of other girls in there at that point, and everybody was pretty much all over everybody, and everybody was fucked up, so there wasn't not even one person there that even paid attention to us.
Then at some point, Kianna and I were on the dance floor together and we were grinding all on each other until Marshall and DeShaun jumped in and DeShaun was dancing with Kianna and Marshall with me, or at least we tried because we were so fucked up by then.
Bizarre was back with some more drugs by then and Marshall got me to do lines with him somewhere in the backroom of the club, and I was completely losing it.
Somebody screams cops all of a sudden and we all run out of the back of the club. Proof tells Marshall that it must be because of that fight earlier, that guy and his sister must've called the police on his crazy white ass, and Marshall just laughs, way beyond the point of carrying.
Then, somehow, Marshall and I were at the back of this car, I guess one of his security was driving it, and we was all over each other again, we might have even had sex at the back of that car, I don't know...
Then I was laid out on this big ass bed, it took me a minute to realize that we had somehow ended-up at his house here in LA, and Marshall was in between my legs, eating me out, and it was feeling extra good, some of the feeling probably amplified by the mix of the drugs and alcohol in my system, I'm pretty sure I took more than just that one pill with Marshall, and I can't even recognize myself.
So, he's eating me out, then next memory I have is some time later, we are arguing.
I don't even know what the argument is even about, but we are calling each other all kinds of names.
He keeps calling me a slut for whatever reason, he rants and raves about how none of us bitches ain't shit, how we all cheat and lie, he brings back how I had gone out with DeAngelo back in high-school, really, Marshall?!
Then he is telling me to get the fuck out.
My head is starting to pound and I feel like I'm about to throw up.
He yells in my face, I yell in his, and we are both losing it.
I don't understand what's going on, is this how people normally act on drugs, how can Marshall even stand it?!
At some point, he calls his security and they literally throw me out, the hell, is this his sick way of getting back at me for what I had done to him the other day, throwing me out on the street while I'm all fucked up like this?!
I wake up the next morning and barely can even remember anything. My whole body is in pain, but at least I wake up in my own bed at my apartment, I don't know how I even managed to get back here yesterday after the wild night that I had, I guess maybe I called a cab or something?!
All I know that it was super fucked what Marshall did to me, not only that, but he is a crazy person period, and he's also right about one thing, I really DON'T know him, I have no idea about who he is as a person, but I do know that he was starting to get to me again, just like he had back when we were teens, and it's a good thing this shit ends before he gets another chance to fuck me over. Just like back when we were teens.
Some time later, I manage to crawl out of bed and I grab my phone, seeing that there's a text on there from Kianna that she has sent yesterday, letting me know she was spending the night with Proof. Well, do your thing girl, hopefully your night had went better than mine.
Just then, I do see a text from Marshall as well.
Yo my bad about earlier I was so fucked
I roll my eyes and delete it right along with his number.
Just then, my phone actually buzzes in my hand.
"Hello?" I groan into it as I pick up, not recognizing the number.
"Hello, how are you doing? I'm trying to locate a Miss Nicole Jacobs?" A woman's voice which I don't recognize asks me.
Okay, so this didn't come out nearly as crazy as I was originally picturing it in my head, but still some pretty wild stuff happened right, and it surely escalated towards the end.
Idk how you guys feel about Marshall hitting that poor fangirl, that was super messed-up, but in his defense, he was waaaaaay too fucked up on drugs in that moment to even think straight. Thus his crazy mood swings with Nikki the whole chapter and especially at the end of it when he called his security to put her out.
He did jokingly say in a old interview once that he ain't no misogynist and he would punch a bitch in her face though, so idk 🤔😭
Anyways, that phone call Nikki gets at the end is something that gives me an excuse to keep this book going for a fee more chapters lol, it's a random idea that came to me all of a sudden and I think it's going to be kind of fun...