25. Beat You At Your Own Game / Loyalty

Marshall's P.O.V.

"Yo, you know what, Harmony?"

As a thick cloud of weed smoke enters my lungs through my mouth, I gotta acknowledge the potentency of the shit Bizzare had purchased through his dealer and passed on to me earlier today.

Voice coming out raspy as hell just from how strong that shit was, almost making me choke out like a bitch before forcibly pacing myself, exhaling through my nostrils as I hold the blunt in between the thumb and forefinger of my left hand. Eyes squinting looking back at the blunt involuntarily as I smirk, watching the rhinestone chick who is laid up comfortably against my chest, that damn long hair of hers all over the place, making my skin hot, and offering the blunt to her.

She shrugs before accepting it from me, strands of her long hair falling over her face.

My back leaned against the bed frame, the goddamn girl rests her head against my chest, both of us butt ass naked underneath the covers.

"You gon' be the fucking death of me one day, do you know that?" My words slightly slurred, drugs in my system fucking with my head pretty damn hard.

Harmony smiles to herself, puffing on the blunt, pulling it in between her lips before looking up to me, that same false innocence she always manages to maintain on that evil ass pretty face of hers.

This girl, she ain't think I know what she is, but I do.

I know exactly what she is.

In a real weird way though, that shit turns me on like a motherfucker.

Guess I'm just as sick in the head as she always says I am.

I'm a sucker for a an unstable deranged bitch.

"You like living on the edge anyhow," she shrugs, passing the blunt back to me. She licks her lips after blowing out the weed smoke and looks up at me, causing a chuckle to roll out of my mouth before I inhale more smoke in it from the blunt.

"You really think you the shit, don't you, girl?" I can feel my damn eye squint again.

Harmony giggles. She told me before that she finds me squinting my eyes cute. Of course she'd say some dumb shit like that. Broads always do.

"Oh, but I know I'm the shit. Exactly why you can't leave me alone."

As soon as she speaks the words, I lightly grip her throat, fighting the urge to choke the fuck out of her for real.

See how she always gotta say shit that pisses me off?

Making me sound like a straight up sucker and shit.

Just as I grab at her neck though, she also puts her fingers at the back of mine, those damn fake nails of hers scraping at my skin and making a weird ass chill go through me. She pulls my face down towards hers and before I know it, I'm smashing my mouth on hers, blindly putting the blunt we was both smoking just now in some ashtray just as she digs into the back of my head again, attempting to pull at my short hair. Harmony bites my lip, and that shit pisses me off but then also turns me on at the same time.

Seems to be the same old pattern with me and the goddamn girl.

I pick her up easily then, throwing her underneath me and getting on top of her instead, my palms tracing down her body, grabbing onto every single fucking curve.

And once I'm done and roll off of her, she just bats her lashes at me while we light a brand new blunt and continue to silently pass it back and forth between us.

And all I can do is just accept the blunt back from her and shake my head.

The crazy broad just don't know me too well, even now.

She don't realize what she's getting herself into.

"You still coming through though? Later, for the party?" I ask her, voice coming out flat and emotionless cause I don't give a fuck anyhow.

"Maybe," rhinestone smirks in response.

The next thing you know, it's October 17th.

My goddamn birthday and the day i came into this world kicking and screaming and shit, tearing my way through Debbie's demon vagina. My mother's evil seed. Satan's spawn.

And that's what we are celebrating today.

What the whole world is supposed to celebrate.

A goddamn waste of time if you ask me.

And ain't nobody asked me.

Not even Dre.

Cause I had clearly told dude, I ain't want this.

Told Paul the same thing too.

But regardless, this whole shit? It's this huge event right now.

The Slim Shady's goddamn birthday party.

And everything is amplified as shit for due to whichever shit Bizzy had provided for me earlier.

The colors of the goddamn decorations.

The loud ass voices of all of the female fans screaming somewhere in the back.

As well as all of the male fans.

And the colors.

All of the bright colors and the craziness.

Ever been so goddamn high that you are barely able to open your eyes even as your whole life's flashing in front of them?

Shit's like a weird ass movie playing in the background while I'm barely aware of anything else. The events that are actually happening.

Like the rhinestone chick's angry brown eyes zeroing in on me while I'm sat on the couch at the V.I.P. area, two groupie sluts who must've came out of nowhere cause I swear I ain't even know where either one of them came from, not that it matters.

A combination of every drug known to mankind, I'm on it. As well as the liquor dragging me to a weird state where I'm left balancing at an exact line of throwing my guts up like that movie where a little girl projectile vomits at a priest while informing him that his slut mother sucks cocks in hell and laughing my ass off at the stupidest joke.

And I ain't think you can even blame me neither.

It's my birthday after all, and as my dude Fif would say, we gotta party like it's your birthday, we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday..

It fucking is though.

I was born on this exact day, October 17th 1972, and I ain't even gonna lie, it was likely the saddest day for humanity, you know what I'm saying?

Cause Slim Shady was also born on this exact day. Even if Marshall Bruce Mathers the 3rd, that would be me, ain't realized that back then, being just a snotty nosed toddler. I ain't know it, but I was about to become a goddamn menace to society.

Then again, Dre did send me to piss the world off.

"What are you even on about, Slim?" One of the groupie chicks asks me, leaning clowns to me, her lips brushing against my ear, and I blink a few times, my jaw clinging tight in place.

Truth be told, I can't remember where I've picked up either of them sluts at. Shit's just.. happened, I guess.

Also, I had no clue I was actually talking out loud just now.

Voice all slurred, words coming out in a jumbled together mess.

Fucking losing it, man.

"Nothing, whore," I grin just as my squinted eyes meet a pair of big brown ones.

Harmony crosses her arms over her titts while stood over me and the two whores.

"Happy Birthday, Marshall. Figured I'll come through after all" she says sweetly to me, but even as she smiles at me, I don't gotta be an expert on women's psychology or whatnot to know that she's mad at me.

Women always are.

"Yo wait, hold up!" I go after her, leaving them other two sluts behind. I grab for her arm, and she turns around.

"Aight, so listen, Harmony. Shit ain't what it looks like, aight? I was just.."

The words slur again in my throat, and I don't know why I'm even tryna justify myself to her for.

She don't seem to give a fuck either way.

"Honestly? It really don't bother me at all. Only reason I even came through here tonight is because my girl Ash likes one of the guys on your team, Kuniva, I think he's called? And she came here to see him, and I'm just being a good wing woman to my friend. Otherwise, I wouldn't have showed up at all. Cause I'm not your girl, nigga."

Rolling her eyes, Harmony takes out that stipud ass jawbreaker she loves to suck on so much from her purse, I swear the goddamn broad loves them damn candies way too much for her own good. Pealing the wrapper from the red colored candy, she shoves it in between her lips like it's a statement.

Then she just turns all dramatic like and attempts to walk away from me.

But shit just won't do.

Nobody walks away from me like that. Shit's disrespectful, you know what I'm saying?

I grab her arm once more, bringing her back close to me, shit that shouldn't even be passing through my brain passing through it anyway.

"So you fucking for real then? You don't give two fucks if we.."

"Let's both just do our own thing tonight," the suggestion falling from her lips way too easily, and I know she can't possibly mean that shit.

No female ever does.

Then again..

"Yeah, aight," I smirk to myself and I can't even believe my own luck right now, cause Kim would've never gone for no shit like this.

Not out in the open anyhow.

Nah, that slut would sneak around behind my back, but she'd never say it was okay for me to fuck other bitches.

But Harmony is saying exactly that to me just now, she just gave me the green light for doing just that.

Then again, why won't she though?

It ain't like she's my girl, she can't tell me shit anyhow.

But I like the fact that she's cool with it though, you know what I'm saying?

Most of the rest of the night is a goddamn blur.

I'm so high and drunk both that I ain't even know what's what.

The groupies though, I quickly get bored with them.

Every single one of them, and before I know what I even fucking want? I'm stumbling my way past the crowds, all kinds of motherfuckers apparently having came out to celebrate the big 27 for me, most of them I ain't gonna lie, I don't got a damn clue who they even is.

I do spot some familiar faces however.

"Yo, where ya friend at?"

Words leave me as a slur once again, but I smirk standing there in front of the three girls sat at one of the couches at the V.I.P. area, drinks all in their hands.

One of them, the white chick, not sure what her name is, being all wrapped against Kuniva, so I'm guessing this is the one Harmony told me was fucking one of my boys or whatnot.

"Excuse me?" This other girl, the curly-haired one looks up at me.

"Harmony, Serenity. Obviously he wants to know about her," this is coming out from the same bitch that's always eager as fuck to spill all of rhinestone's business to me. If I ain't know any better, I'd say she don't like her too much.

"Shut the fuck up, Kayla!"

"No, you shut up, Ash. You don't scare me, and Harmony don't neither! Okay look, Em. If you wanted her, she's right there sat at the bar with some guy."

My blood boils instantly, way before I even fucking looked, cause why would she do me like that in the first place, but I swear to God, man! It only gets worse once I look up, my eyes squinting against the club's strobe lights and spot whom exactly the rhinestone is cozying up to at the goddamn bar.

Of all of the motherfuckers she could choose.. no. Hell nah. Slut is playing games with my head for real right now.

"Omg, seriously shut up, Kayla! Why do you have to always cause trouble, huh?" One of them other broads, she must've hit the whistle-blower, or maybe punched her cause I've just heard a somewhat muffled shriek to come from one of the females. I ain't give a fuck either way cause I've got tunnel vision right now, you know what I'm saying?

All I'm able to see is Harmony with one of my dawgs, one of my good friends, all up in the dude's ugly ass grill. And if I had a gun, if the cops ain't took my pistol as evidence that time they allegedly caught me pistol whipping that bouncer Kim was running around with like the slut that she was, then I would've shot Harmony and Royce both with it.

Instead, I'm stomping towards where the both of them are sat at the bar.

Right before a heavy ass palm is put across my shoulder and Proof drags me back.

"Ay, just fucking let it go, Slim."

"You fucking for real?! You ain't see what she's doing?!"

"She ain't your girl, dawg."

"Like hell she ain't!!"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Em!! You doing this dumb shit again, getting all obsessed over a random chick way too soon!"

All five of them circle me then, all of the rest of the D12 dudes, seemingly having had come out of nowhere.

"Fuck all of y'all motherfuckers," I mumble under my breath, seemingly giving up then.

But as soon as they losen their grip on me, I attempt to break right through them.

They all catch me though, and the circle around me once more.

"Fuck all of y'all!!" I repeat through a clenched jaw, venom in my voice.

Proof lets out an exaggerated sigh and puts his hand over my shoulder.

"Why this shit matters to you so much, Slim? Cause you told all of us you ain't give a shit about the broad anyhow."

"I did say that shit," I slump against the wall, eyes involuntarily following where I can see my boy Royce clearly running game on Harmony. "But that's only cause Paul told me fucking around with her would be a bad move for me!" I then add.

Causing all five of them assholes to laugh their asses off.

The bastards.

"Ay, let me get this straight," Proof smirks, a huge wide-toothed grin spreading all over his ugly mug. "You ain't never gave a shit about any of the other shit Rosenberg told you not to do, Slim. You did it anyway. But when it came to him telling you not to fuck with ole girl like that? All of a sudden, you obedient?"

My jaw instantly locking in place, I don't say shit.

Thick uncomfortable silence then settling between all 6 of us right before Bizarre suddenly blurts out:

"Ay, I know exactly what it is, aight?! So hear me out here. Slim here," jabbing one of his short stumpy fat fingers at me, the fucker smirks, "See, Slim, he's actually feeling the Harmony chick hard. But he won't admit it to himself. Therefore, he's using the stipulation Paul had put on him about not dating her as an excuse to not admit or accept his feelings towards her. Am I right??"

Bizarre then actually has the nerve to nod to himself and look all proud of himself once he blurts the words out. As though the asshole just solved the world hunger problem or some shit.

While the rest of the dudes just stare at Bizzare like the fat fucker had lost his goddamn mind.

All of them except for me.

Cause I'm way too focused on Harmony being sweet talked by Royce at the bar, smiling all up in his face like a lil slut.

And I wanna fucking murder them both!!

The dudes are all laughing in the meantime, all at Bizarre's expense who just shrugs and begins to eat French fries out of the brown paper bag he's got clutched in one of his big chubby paws.

"Yooooo," guffaes Swifty. "This fat nigga lost it for real! Fuck made you think you are some sort of a psychic fucker, dawg?"

"The word is, philosophical actually," Kon corrects him, but Kuniva punches dude in the back of his head.

"Not it ain't, nigga! The word is psychological if you wanna be corrent about that shit, dawg. Anyhow.."

All of them then lock at each other and begin cackling like a pack of hyenas.

Proof pulls me to the side.

"Why shit matters to you for real, Slim?Why you care if Harmony.."

I ain't listening to him though.

Just as doody is attempting to either talk to me or talk sense to me, Royce leans in, attempting to whisper a sort of a bullshit promise into the rhinestone chick's ear, and i fucking lose it, man.

Can't really explain shit about what's happened next, I never could in this type of situation when another man was attempting to claim what fucking belongs to me.

All I do know is that I swung at him.

Then the rest was fucking history, man.

"Yo, fuck you doing, this my girl!!"

"Slim! Nigga, are you fucking nuts?!"

"She's my fucking girl, Royce!"

"Well shit!! I didn't know that, aight?! I didn't know that, so I apologize. How the fuck was I supposed to know that shit, bitch never told me.."

"Yo, watch your fucking mouth.."

"..But if you ever step to me like this.."

"Then what, dawg?!"

"Slim, I'm warning you.."

"Nah, don't just say it. Do something about it, homie! You wanna fight?! Let's fucking go, dawg!"

Some time after that, after I literally went to war with one of my actual life long friends over this goddamn broad, Harmony Jones stands in front of me in a secluded room I had dragged her into after the chaos ensued, after it took all of D12 to separate myself and Royce from trying to beat the living daylights off of each other earlier, annihilate one another with our fists.

I fucking fought one of my dawgs over this broad.

But all she can do is stand there with an amused look on her face, fingertips twirling in the ends of her long hair.

"You fucking insane, yo?! Why would you do me like this?!" I practically yell at her face, and it takes all of the willpower I ain't even know I had not to lose my control completely.

Cause I swear to fuck, dawg! I ain't never wanted to punish a female more than I do Harmony right now.

"What did I do, Em?" She looks up at me, once again, with that mock innocence. Little sluts like her are the worst. The most dangerous.

"Royce. Is. My. Goddamn. Friend. Rhinestone," I can feel my teeth grit against each other so hard it's a miracle I ain't dislocate of them when I clenched my jaw.

She actually rolls them fucking deceitful eyes at me, and I swear when I look at her just now, all of see is Kim.

Even if the two of them don't look nothing alike, Harmony reminds me of that slut so much, cause they sure act exactly alike.

"He might've mentioned it...," she shrugs, and once again, I practically yell at her then, not even trying to control myself no more.

This cheating ass goddamn whore!

"And you still fucking flirted with him?!"

"Um... what's even the problem, Marshall? I had thought we both agreed to do our own thing tonight. So what you are trippin' for? Are you upset with the fact that I beat you at you own game?"

"Don't make me fuck you up, Harmony!"

"I'm not your girl, remember?" She then throws my own words I've spoken to her back at me.

And some weird shit clicks.

I step closer to her, training my gaze at her.

Blurting out the words long before I ever meant to say them shits.

"Do you wanna be?" I ask emotionlessly.

I grab at her arm and bring Harmony back towards me just as she was about to walk away.

And she starts laughing again.

Laughing right in my face.

"You are fucking losing it, white boy," she practically cackles now. I swear I ain't never seen a broad so amused about something, which only further infuriates me.

I clench my jaw, just staring at her while she continues to softly giggle.

"Do you wanna be my girl or nah?" I then ask quietly.

Confusion then crosses her face, and I swear for the first time tonight, shit feels like I've won.

"Why?" Harmony asks.

I ain't got shit to say though.

Cause fuck knows why?

She's just a dumb slut, ain't she?

And bitches like her come a dime a dozen.

"Cause, and I ain't even gonna lie to you, but I want you to be mine. Can't stand seeing you being close to no other dude."

"Whoa. That's... real wholesome."

Sarcasm.

Gotta love that in a broad.

Especially when she's clearly mocking you.

"You do know that... I won't even know how to be somebody's girlfriend anyways. Cause like... I've never had a boyfriend before. Not like... an actual boyfriend. I just sleep around with niggas," Harmony then states, smiling sweetly at me, and somehow it reminds me of that time she finessed me tryna tell me she was a whole virgin and shit.

So I play along with her.

"I can teach you."

And she immediately starts to laugh her ass off again.

Guess I'm a goddamn comedian.

"You?! Teach me?! No offense, Em, but you are not exactly the best example of a healthy relationship, sooooo..."

"And yet, I still know more than you, don't I, rhinestone? Rule number one. You don't play your man, you stay loyal to him no matter what, and you don't allow any other man to touch you. Especially not one of his friends."

"Oh, for real, it's like that, nigga? What would I get in return? What does a female get from this arrangement?"

"Loyalty. Fuck all that shit that's happened earlier, Harmony. Them groupie bitches was nothing to me. Merely something to entertain me, and I wasn't even with you like that then. But if saw, we was together for real, man, then shit'd be different and I can promise you that, yo. If you are true to me, then I sure as fuck would be true to you. But if you fuck me over? Fucking look at me a minute, cause I'm serious. If you fuck me over, Harmony, then that shit we've talked about before about how you'd be better off if I slit your throat and threw you in the trunk of my car? That shit would be nothing compared to what Imma actually do to you."

"You actually ARE serious, huh? Well let me tell you something as well. Shit like that, it actually goes both ways, so ditto. If you ever fucked me over, then I wouldn't hold back neither. And you know that I won't, Em."

"Won't expect no less from your crazy ass, girl," I smirk cause what else I was supposed to do after myself and rhinestone both throated each other.

Can't even lie, I like a bitch that can challenge me.

And Harmony Jones been doing that since the first day we've met.

As a matter of fact, the goddamn broad's been going against the grain with me long before I've ever actually met her crazy ass in person.

And now, she looks unhinged as all hell, what with all of the determination in her big brown eyes for absolutely no goddamn reason.

I swear I've got a thing for insane sluts that bring me no peace.

All I've really heard her say was just this one thing though.

"So, what you saying is that you agree with the motherfucker then? You my girl?"

"I guess so..."

A/N: And that was the beginning of an end. For the both of them...