His Slut Of The Week || Wattys 2016

Steal My Date Away

The world doesn't owe you anything. Things are going to happen the way that they are going to happen. They aren't always going to have the happiest outcomes but I suppose that you have to trust that it'll work out.

The problem is, I don't trust anyone or anything. The world doesn't owe you shit and they make sure you know it. It is going to throw the worst of hell at you until you break. Then, it'll let you rebuild yourself. It will make you trust it again until once more, it decides that it is more fun to destroy you.

That is how I learned to expect the unexpected. No matter what you do that day, good or bad, no one cares. If your house is going to cave in on you, it doesn't really care if you helped that little girl reach her candy on the top shelf.

If an asteroid is going to crash into the earth and kill everyone, it doesn't really care if you helped your little sister study for her math test. It's on a mission and it isn't going to stop for you.

That is why I am sitting on my bed, contemplating if it is really worth going on the date with Drake. Obviously if something is going to go wrong on the date, there is no stopping it. The strange thing is, I'm not scared about the fact that it might go wrong, I'm terrified that it will go well.

I think we have already established that Drake doesn't have the best reputation but I also recently learned that he wouldn't cheat on me. What I do know is that I would be around a week, a month at the most and there is a good chance that he is just doing this to get inside my pants.

The one problem is that I don't have the guts to stand him up. While he can be a dick, lately he has been usually nice. I do owe him a chance and if I get the feeling like he is just using me, I don't have to go on a second date.

That being said, I peel my body off my bed and walk towards my closet. I had already showered, I was just lying there, staring at the ceiling. He texted me about an hour ago saying that it was casual, so I found a burgundy skater skirt and paired it with a black and white striped crop top, tucking it into the skirt.

I can't seem the leave the house without a pair of converse or vans on my feet, so I tore apart the bottom of my closet to find my white converse.

I don't know why I am nervous. My leg is bouncing uncontrollably and my heart is beating against my chest as I wait for him to knock on the door. I've hung out with him plenty of times before, and I figured that my mind would just think of it like that again, but it's actually decided that it wants to be nervous.

My heart jumped out of my chest as the doorbell rings from downstairs. I could hear voices, making me instantly jump from my place on my bed. I grabbed my purse and rushed down the stairs to see my mother talking to him with a serious expression.

She was talking in a quiet and rushed tone and Drake honestly looked terrified. It's mine turn to save him.

"I'm sure whatever you are telling him is extremely important, but I must steal my date away now. We will be back later," I told her before quickly taking his hand in mine and pulling him out the door, closing it before she could say anything more.

I sat in his passenger seat while he ran across the front of the car towards his door. Once we were both buckled up, he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

It was silent except for the humming of the engine and the music playing softly from the speakers. I cleared my throat awkwardly and pushed my back into the seat.

"So where are you taking me?" I asked softly. He risked a glance over at me before returning his gaze back the road, a small smile playing over his lips. His jaw was set firmly and his hands held the steering wheel tightly. He looked handsome in his black jeans and blue shirt that hugged his body perfectly.