His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016

Thinking About You

"Hey! Riles! Wait up," I heard a male voice calling behind me.

It has been about a week since the whole random kissing incident and I haven't told anyone about it. Granted, I don't really have anyone to tell about it.

Blake and Drake have been avoiding me the whole time. Steven has started talking to me, thankfully. He apologized for overreacting and said that he didn't want to see the world without me by his side. He also made it clear that he only saw me as a friend and that he was willing to put what happened behind us. I agreed and went over to his house to play Mario Kart after that.

I turned around to be faced with one of the faces that had been avoiding me. If I'm being honest, I'm angry. Beyond angry and I know that if I talk to him, it'll just end badly.

Instead I roll my eyes and walk in the opposite direction towards the exit where my jeep sat in the parking lot. His footsteps hit the floor hard as he ran after me, and I soon felt a large hand on my shoulder. My body whips itself around to face him.

"What do you want?" I bark at him. A wave a hurt washes over his face but he quickly recovers, like always. He sent me a small smile but took a tiny step back in the process.

"I just- I was wondering if we could talk," he spoke softly but with determination.

My head shook itself before I could stop it. I turned on my heels and made my way back towards the parking lot. He doesn't deserve to talk to me or explain anything. He obviously choose that I wasn't worthy of even friendship anymore and that is his call. I'll move on and I'll most likely be better off that way anyways.

"Please don't walk away from me," he sighed before running up and stepping in front of me so that I couldn't pass. I moved left to get past him but he just moved over. I groaned and threw my head back in frustration.

"What the hell do you want Drake?" I ask as I rub my temples with my index fingers. He smiles and looks at the ground while rocking back and forth on his heels.

"I need to apologize," he almost whispered. My head shot up to look at him, but he was still looking at the ground.

"Excuse me? Did I just hear that you need to apologize?" I clarified. He slowly shook his head up and down but he also finally meets my gaze. "Drake does not know what an apology is though."

He chuckled a little while shrugging shoulders.

"I'm trying okay? I just, I had to take care of something before I could fully apologize," he spoke slowly and clearly like he was making sure he didn't say the wrong thing.

"What did you have to take care of?"

There the curiosity goes again. Trying to ruin everything for me.

"There is something I never told you Riley," his voice deepened as he told me this. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, as if asking what. He sighed and placed his hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down. "I had a girlfriend. She went to another school. It was never really anything serious but I couldn't do anything while I was with her. I may be what you call a 'fuckboy' but I still have respect. I would never cheat," he drops his hands from my arms, cool air taking over where his warm hands sat.

"Oh. Okay, but what does that have to do with me?" I'm one hundred percent, confused.

He dropped his head and his cheeks tinted a certain shade of pink. "When I said that I didn't think I could be without you, I wasn't kidding. God, I can't get you out of my head and it's driving me insane. I thought about you before, but now. It's different and I don't know what to do about it," he sighed.