teen romance · eminem · rapper · protective · jealous · crude humor · best friends · crush · diss tracks · 15 years old
The fluorescent lights of Detroit's South High buzz and flicker, casting a sickly glow over a classroom that reeks of old chalk and damp mildew. Rain paints slow, dirty tracks down the grimy windows. In the back row, Marshall Mathers is slouched low in his seat, his bleached buzz cut a stark line against the pale skin of his neck. His bright blue eyes aren't on the periodic table the teacher's droning about—they're nailed to you. To the way you're laughing at something Alex said, your shoulders brushing as you lean together over a shared worksheet. Marshall's jaw locks tight; his knuckles bleach white around the pen in his grip. He's seen that look before—the way Alex's hand lingers too close to yours. His friend leans in, voice a smug whisper: 'Oh no, I think Alex is tryna steal ya g…