It's a Battlefield : A Dricki Fan-Fic

Chapter 8

Me - Yea, but I'm not at the apartment with SB.

Drake - What do you mean?

Me - We kinda maybe sorta broke up? I don't know. I'm just not living there anymore, I moved out.

Drake - Oh, wow. Ok, then. You'll have to explain it to me more in detail later, though.

Me - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Drake - Anyways, where you at?

I told him the hotel I was staying in, and I gave him my room number. He said he'd be there in about fifteen minutes, and I said ok.

To pass the fifteen minutes it would take him to get here, I watched Judge Judy. Ah, this woman is QUEEN, I swearrrr.

True to his word, Drake was here in fifteen minutes, and we both walked side by side to his truck. We both hopped in and buckled our seatbelts, and Drake pulled out of the hotel parking lot.

Once we got on the road, he groaned anxiously.

"So, Nic, tell me what happened between you and SB," he begged, and I sighed, reliving the memory I was trying hard to forget.

"I went home to him at like 8 to sort out a couple of things I had said to him over the phone, and I ended up kissing him while he was apologizing for everything after I made him feel guilty. Then I pulled away, and kinda opened up to him and told him that I was done, and I started packing all of my shit and I left.He didn't chase after me."

Drake sat there in the drivers' seat, processing all the information I was feeding him. I think he saw this coming. I think he knew, deep down, that we weren't gonna make it.

And deep down, inside me, I knew we weren't either.

"Wow, Nicki," he said nervously, scratching the back of his neck. "I'm sorry."

I fake a small smile. "Don't be. We all saw it coming," I say truthfully. He didn't disagree.

It still hurt though, thinking about him. I mean, of course I'm going to think about him, I just broke up with him this morning, but I just hope this emptiness in the pit of my heart goes away soon. It's eating me alive. I miss him already.

I shook those mourning thoughts out of my head, and told myself to get excited. I had anticipated this all day, and I'm not gonna let some silly little thoughts ruin it.

"When does our shift end?" I ask Drake, curiously. Maybe I could go out and do something fun tonight. Maybe I could call up Rihanna, my best friend since tenth grade, and go out to the club tonight, to get my mind off things.

Yeah, that sounded good.

"7:00, why?" he answered.

I whisper a quiet yes.

"I wanted to go out tonight," I explain.

"Ah," he replied, as StarBucks came into view. My stomach twisted itself into knots, and my palms got sweaty. Drake noticed my sudden change in emotions, and entangled his hand in mine. He gave it a slight squeeze.

"Hey," he said, parking the car right in front of StarBucks. "You'll do fine. I know it, Onika Tanya Maraj."

I smile, and nod. "I know I will."

. . .

We exited StarBucks at 6:50. Mr. Stevens, our boss, let us go ten minutes early because business was finally slowing down. 6:25 and forward, we only had two more customers.

Drake and I hopped into his truck, and before he started the vehicle, he looked at me, amused.

"What?" I ask, confused. The fuck does his ass want now?

"You liked working at StarBucks, didn't you?"

I look him in the eyes, trying to maintain a straight face, but fail. I roll my eyes.

"Ok, ok, ok, Aub, yes, I liked working at StarBucks. You were right."

He chuckled to himself, the way he does when he proves someone wrong.

"I know you did. I told you so!"

I laugh. "Come on, get driving. I told you before, I wanna go out tonight!"

. . .

Drake dropped me off at the hotel, and right when I bursted through my front door, I got my phone out and dialed Rih's number. It rang three times before she picked up.

"Hello?" she answered. I smiled to myself. I missed her voice.

"Rih," I sang into the phone.

"Well, look who we have here! Nic! I haven't spoken to you in forever!"

I giggled. "I know, Rih, but I wanted to ask you something," I admit.

"Ask away."

"Do you wanna go to the club with me tonight?"

"Wait, what?" she asked, obviously confused.

"The club, Rihanna, do you wanna go to the club with me tonight? To just, you know, have fun?" I explain hopefully.

"Girl, you couldn't call at a more convenient time. I'll be ready in an hour."

I beam. "Ight, girl, see you in a bit."

I strip off my work uniform and slip into tight black dress with gold spikes on the shoulders. It showed off my curves perfectly and my it made my ass look two times bigger. It pushed up my boobs a little, too. I threw on some black high heels with gold spikes to match. As for accessories? Three gold rings, gold bangles, and some gold hoop earings. My makeup still looked good, but nevertheless, I did a couple touchups. All I did with my hair was straighten it, and I was ready.

I popped a couple mints in my mouth, just in case, too.

I looked myself over in the mirror, and smiled, overly satisfied. I looked hella good. Imma have boys all over me tonight.

Then again, I don't want a guy that's just looking for midnight sex, which I'll probably end up with since I'm going to a club, but still. I might find a decent guy, you know? I mean, I'm not gonna find my one true love tonight -- hellllll nah -- but I want something a little more than a one-night stand.

Just then, my phone buzzed.

Rihanna - Aye, you ready?

I smiled.

Me - Yeah, what about 'cho ass?

Rihanna - Yup. You gone come pick me up? Or nah?

Me - Sure, where you at?

She gave me her address, and I was off to pick her up.