Infinite (Eminem x reader)

Chapter 4

"Lyrically right?" He mimicked you, though he seemed to be thinking ehat you said over.

"Shut up." You laughed, your eyes slowly trailed up to the dark bruise on his nose. "How's your nose?"

"It hurts like a bitch." He admitted.

"Sorry." You mumbled, feeling bad. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" He asked, massaging the bridge of his nose gently.

"Why do you keep trying to protect me?" You asked softly.

Marshall sighed, and stuffed his hands in his pocket. "This place is dangerous. I brought you here in one piece and it'd be cool if I took you back like that too."

"You're on in five man." Future said, from backstage. Marshall nodded.

"Let's go." He said. You followed him inside. The first thing you noticed was how he stood in front of you protectively at all times. It was only when he surveyed the area and realized that no one from the free world was there, did he stand at your side.

"B rabbit, where you at?" Future asked.

"Good luck." You whispered, as he turned and walked on stage.

Clarence was staring at Marshall, and his eyes held so much hostility.

"Let that bitch go first." He Clarence said monotonously. The crowd went wild, and you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Oooh a lot of hostility going around here." Future said. "Alright Rabbit, you're up."

Future handed him the mic. The started, and Marshall nodded his head along to the beat.

"Yo, Every body from the 313 put your motherfucking hands up and follow me..."

*Time gap*
"Marshall!!" You screamed in happiness as you watched Clarence hand Future the mic and stalk off stage. Marshall looked over his friends shoulders who were hand fiving him and gestured for you to join him on stage.

"You sure?" You mouthed. He glanced at his friends and shrugged, as if to say do whatever you want. You got off the chair and half limped half walked over to where they were celebrating. They were chanting with the crowd.

"313! 313! 313!" They yelled. You smiled and Marshall slung his arm over your shoulders.

He was chanting into the mic. You grabbed the wrist of the arm he had slung over you to balance yourself as the two of you swayed to the beat. After a while, the buzz died down, and Marshall handed the mic back to Future. The two of you walked off stage together. His eyes were positively glowing as the two of you walked outside.

"Good job!" You said. "You were amazing, you put the idiot in his place."

"I was gonna choke again y'know?" He said.

"What?" You asked.

"But then I saw you. And I remembered what he did." He said.

"That's really sweet. I think." You laughed. "I can handle myself you know?"

"Yea, that's why you had to ice your ankle for thirty minutes." He snickered.

"Hey, at least I didn't get jumped." You teased.

"Oh, shut the fuck up. There was six of them." He laughed. The two of you walked to your car and sat down.

"How're you feeling?" You asked, after silence invaded your car.

"Like I wanna get drunk." He answered honestly.

"Marshall." You warned.

"You're way too fucking serious. You needa live a little." He said.