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Chapter Sixteen
I was in a good mood.
Things finally felt like they were looking up. The smile from Friday night never left my lips and it was Monday today. I felt so much lighter, so much happier. The things I've been able to do are crazy simply because of my mood. Nana was even asking about my health, probably wondering if I had edged over to insanity.
I had played with Tommy for hours. I took him out to the park and treated him to ice- cream even though I had hardly any money but I didn't care. I think even he was surprised when I laughed continuously throughout the day and talked with Nana with a genuinely happy smile permanently etched across my face.
In the evenings I would go to the gym without having to look at my Father's letter. I knew he would be watching so I trained hard just as he had taught me to. I stayed in the gym for hours, pushing myself harder every time to get the best out of me. The men in there have turned their frowns into smiles whenever I walked through the door. I finally earned their respect and it made feel pretty damn good. I would watch some of the boxing fights in the ring but whenever I felt like going up there and showing how it's really done, I would rush out of the gym. I wasn't ready for that yet but that was okay.
Time heals pain right?
Drake had texted me last night which may have been one of the reasons I was in a particularly cheerful mood. He said and I quote, 'It's Monday tomorrow Rosie, means I get to see you,' unquote.
It was such a simple text yet it held the meaning of wanting to see me again. Now that felt pretty damn amazing and those butterflies didn't let me forget it. I mean, could he possibly have missed me as much as I had missed him?
I shook my head.
Yeah right, I thought.
"But what about that kiss you shared," my inner voice chimed.
I blushed at the memory of the kiss. I had been thinking about it all weekend and when I told Jessie and Maria the details...well lets just say they were overly ecstatic. You wouldn't want to be there because it was a little scary and deafening with all the excited screaming.
I shook my head, remembering I was in English; my second lesson on a Monday morning and all I could think about was Drake and that little fairytale of a kiss. I still couldn't help but worry though; I just hoped it wouldn't be awkward seeing him.
What if it was a mistake?
I felt a little bit panicked and then took a few deep breaths, silently scolding myself at my silliness. Come on Rose, he even texted you last night as well. It's not like he's ignoring you. Now that would be a reason to worry over.
"It's okay," I mumbled quietly to myself, listening to the teacher go on about Romeo and Juliet. We were going to study this until the end of the year but I didn't mind. I guess if we had to study something in English I would want it to be this, something twistingly romantic.
"Psstt Rose," Jessie nudged me on the side as she sat next to me. She had been randomly scribbling little patterns in her book. I guess she was bored and I knew this lesson was one she usually slept in.
"What?" I whispered, looking at the teacher to see if she had noticed us talking... she didn't.
"Drake can be your Romeo," she winked, giggling to herself at her lame joke.
"Ha-ha you're hilarious," I deadpanned.
Then the rest of the lesson was spent with me thinking of Drake as my Romeo.
My goodness, I was seriously starting to let him take over my mind. I shouldn't let anyone consume my thoughts to this extent, I didn't want to form an attachment this close. If I lose control, then the ice I've been freezing around my soul will melt, allowing everyone to see my insecurities and darkness. That scared me.
Once we got dismissed from class, Jessie went the other way to get her belongings from the locker and we decided to meet in the canteen for lunch in a few minutes. I walked with my books in hand down the hallway and towards my locker. When I reached it, I stopped dead in my tracks with a definite surprised look.
Drake was leaning against my locker in dark washed out jeans and his trademark black tight shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and his muscular body. It caught me off guard and boy did he look hot.
He was looking down at his phone; his eyebrows were furrowed, as he seemed to be playing some game. I stifled a giggle at the concentrated look formed on his face and briefly wondered how long he had been waiting.
I walked up to him but I don't think he realised I was there so I gave a light cough which finally caught his attention as he startled. I smirked at his reaction when he looked at me in surprise. But then gave one of those heart stopping smiles and I once again forgot how to breathe. The smile naturally returned from me.
"Hi there," he grinned.
"Hi yourself," I smiled shyly as I realised he was waiting for me at my locker.
"Want to have lunch?" he asked looking down at me. I guess he didn't beat around the bush. I've always wanted someone confident anyway not that I'm saying I want him to be that someone or anything.
"Yeah sure," I answered, putting my books in my locker as he moved for me to do so. I'm sure Jessie wouldn't mind, I was pretty confident she would even encourage me and probably slap me if I didn't.
Starting to make my way towards the canteen, I stumbled slightly in my tracks as he placed his hand into mine. I looked up at him but he simply looked straight ahead, the little dimple on his cheek appearing which meant he was smiling.
My eyes widened further as he tugged on my hand, leading me towards the canteen as if it was the most natural thing known to man. Which it definitely felt like as our hands fitted perfectly.
"I experienced a weird thing these past three nights Rosie," Drake started, as we walked into the canteen, ignoring the looks we were getting as they stared at our intertwined hands. It was pretty clear Drake didn't care as he talked to me as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.
"And what was that Drake?" I asked curiously as we waited in the lunch queue. I chose my standard tuna salad sandwich and he picked an apple.
"It was the strangest feeling, I actually...missed you," he smirked, looking into my grey eyes as they widened in surprise at his confession. My stomach felt like it had quite literally flipped.
"That is most definitely bizarre Drake," I smirked back, paying for my food even though Drake offered to but I refused to accept it. Then I smiled, watching his green eyes flash in surprise as I confessed, "Because I actually... missed you too."
He nudged his shoulder against mine playfully, his dimple now on full show. I noticed the way the student population had comically shell-shocked expressions and I was slightly happy they got to see how handsome he looks with that expression.
"Good," he said, his hand still holding mine as he led me towards the boys- Drakes little 'gang' as people would say.
"Yo Rose!" Troy greeted, with everyone joining in with there own forms of greetings.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked, sitting down with Drake beside me, letting go of my hand to allow me to eat my sandwich.
I didn't miss the sudden urge to keep holding his hand, to have some sort of contact so I pressed my leg against his slightly and then he turned to me with one eyebrow raised, smirking slightly but I just ignored him otherwise I would start to blush.
"Oh nothing really, we're planning on going out tonight," Tristan informed me, his black haired fringe covering half his eye. He had that rocker look going on yet looked far more intimidating.
"Where you planning on going?" I asked curiously, taking a bite out of my sandwich.
"Bowling," Tristan smiled.
"Bowling?" I giggled.
"Why are you laughing?" Drake asked confused.
"Sorry, it's just..." I trailed off, as I couldn't stop the laugh from leaving my lips.
They all looked at me bemused.
"Sorry, its just that your all like huge guys who seem to do drugs at night yet your planning on going bowling," I laughed lightly. They all grinned, as they finally understood where I was coming from.
"Yeah, that's just how we roll, it's the real thug life," Troy grinned, the biggest one in the gang.
"Uh huh," I nodded still laughing. I looked at Drake and saw him staring at me, a smile playing at his lips as he looked at me which made me stop laughing. There was this warming, soft look in his eyes.
"Want to come?" he asked suddenly.
"Huh?" I spluttered out, slightly dazed from his expression.
"Would you like to come bowling with us?" he asked again, looking at expectantly. I looked at him in disbelief and then turned to see everyone else.
"Seriously?" I asked as they all smiled.
"Heck yeah," Troy said, his huge arms bulging as he crossed them.
"Are you sure?" I asked again, unsure.
"Yes Rose, we want you to come," Kai rolled his brown eyes as if I should know that already.
"I won't be intruding or anything will I?" I asked, not wanting to ruin their boys night out.
"Jeez Rose, if you were intruding I would have said something by now, so just say yes so we can decide what time to go," Dean grumbled.
I grinned at this and squealed in excitement.
"Oh my goodness! I would love to go," I shrieked, hugging Drake without even realising as they all stared at me in amusement. I felt so excited to go out with them, to be myself.
But then I came back down to reality with a blush. I quickly let go of Drake as I realised what I did and coughed awkwardly, "I mean, uh yeah sure I'll come."
I tried to be a bit smoother but the stupid grin wouldn't leave my face and it was probably the lamest attempt in history. I saw Drake looking at me in surprise from the unexpected hug but then he proceeded to look at me in laughter, holding my hand unconsciously.
"Wow, who knew you could be so high pitched?" Grant questioned, his tone teasing whilst suggestively waggling his eyebrows.
I fake glared which caused them to erupt in laughter but then I realised it was Drake's look that had them laughing even more. I'm pretty sure he would have slapped him if I weren't here.
The rest of the break was filled with silly jokes and laughter, while Drake aimlessly played with my fingers, smiling and joining in every so often. I could feel the glares burning a hole at the back of my head from behind me but I didn't care at all as I held Drakes hand firmly.
"So tonight at 7 yeah?" Tristan asked for confirmation. We all agreed and left to go to our lessons, and Drake offered to walk me to mine.
"I'll pick you up," Drake said, once we were outside my classroom.
"You don't have to, I'll just take my truck," I shrugged off, not wanting to get him to come all the way for me and then go all the way back. That would just be a waste of his time.
He frowned at me.
"I want to, but if you don't want me to..." he trailed off, turning his head away.
I smiled at how adorable he looked. So here he was, offering to pick me up and I'm acting like a dumbass by declining a way of spending more time with him. I felt bad and then I found myself on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his cheek in a small kiss.
"I'll see you at 7 Drake, don't be late," I whispered, giving his hand a squeeze before walking into my class. I liked seeing his caught-off- guard expression, all the walls were down and it was just his surprised emotions showing. That didn't leave my mind for the rest of the school day.
*
Once I had reached home, I finished off all the assignments that were due in tomorrow for school so I didn't have to worry about anything with the night out with the boys.
It was just a little after six which gave me enough time to get ready so I quickly finished the last sentence I was on and smiled in satisfaction that I had completed all my work. Now I had nothing to stress over... with my education that is.
I made my way to the bathroom to have a quick shower, which was followed by drying my hair and deciding on wearing some jean shorts that wasn't too short because wearing that in front of a bunch of guys wouldn't be the most appropriate thing.
I slipped my arms through a white button shirt that I tucked in with a nice brown belt around the waist. I continued with tying my chestnut coloured hair up in a messy bun because it just took too much effort to straighten it and keep it down.
Yes, I can be lazy.
I still had a few minutes to spare so I grabbed my phone and purse, slipping it into my side bag before heading downstairs. I was going to watch some TV to pass time but I didn't have to.
The sound of the doorbell echoed throughout the house, stopping me dead in my tracks before I could take a seat on the couch. I don't know why this always happens to me, but my heartbeats so fast I'm actually scared it will burst out whenever I know Drake is here.
"Calm the hell down Rose, its just Drake," I reassured myself then realised how foolish I am that I'm talking to myself.
'Psht, just Drake?' My inner voice snickered.
I ignored the little jibe and made my way towards the door as I heard the doorbell ring again. Someone was clearly impatient.
I opened it fully and smiled when I saw him leaning against the wall beside my door, in a white shirt and dark blue jeans. We were wearing the same colour and I think he realised too as he smirked slightly once glanced at my clothes.
"You're early," I commented.
He shrugged his shoulders with that smirk still plastered on his face, "Didn't notice."
"Aw Drake its okay to admit you want to spend more time with me," I teased, poking him on the arm. I had a feeling he was trying very hard to not blush at my comment and that made me feel all giddy.
"Whatever," he scowled, not looking at me.
I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck for a hug because he just looked so adorable whenever I teased him. The scowl slipped off his face replaced by a reluctant smile yet he didn't hesitate to pull me closer in the hug.
"I just need to lock up," I said, pulling away with a smile.
He nodded.
I went inside to grab the keys and slipped my feet into my dark blue vans, tying the laces up quickly and locking the door behind me once I stepped out. I saw Drake seated on his motorbike and I grinned knowing I was going to get to feel the rush of the air whip against my face for the ride.
I grabbed the helmet from him, slipping it on quickly before sliding onto the bike easily, raising my hands to hold onto his shoulders so I wouldn't fall off. Then we sat the there for a few seconds without moving and I started to get a bit confused as to why we were not moving.
"Um, Drake what are you waiting for?" I asked with a frown. His shoulders were stiff and I was started to get unsure when I was greeted with silence.
Then I felt his shoulders move under my palms as he raised his arms and grabbed my right hand, pulling it down to his waist and then he did the same with my left hand. Then he held both my hands for single moment before wrapping it around his waist more firmly.
"When we first met, you put your hands on my shoulders since we didn't know each other and we weren't particularly fond of one another either. I thought things might have changed now," he explained, his deep voice reaching my ears like a perfect symphony as he kept his face forward.
I smiled to myself as I realised he was right. So I wrapped my arms around his waist more tightly, leaning my head against his back as I felt his body relax again.
"Things have definitely changed Drake," I mumbled. I heard the roar of the engine come to life as he started the motorbike and led us towards the bowling alley.
The smile didn't leave my face throughout the ride as I couldn't help but think that maybe Drake cares more than he's letting on. I couldn't believe that he remembered such a little thing from the first time we met at MJ's Coffee House.
He parked the bike in the car park of the bowling alley; there was also a cinema, an ice rink and many different restaurants. The bright neon lights of Jimmy's BOWL flashing got me a little excited as I saw the different illuminations glowing from inside.
I hadn't been out like this for a year. The last time I went bowling was with my Dad and some other boxers when I won a boxing match. I pushed it to the back of my mind since I couldn't afford to be upset and ruin the night out for the boys.
I needed to start moving on.
I felt the smile return as Drake intertwined our fingers together and tugged on my hand, leading me into Jimmy's BOWL.
I turned around, taking in my surroundings with a grin. I was practically jumping up and down in excitement when I saw the pool tables, karaoke booths, cafe, bar and the wide range of amusement games all lighting up with different colours. The music flowing through the speakers was fun and energetic and I let out a squeal of happiness when I saw the colourful bowling lanes.
"Oh my god, this is going to be awesome!" I grinned to Drake. He smiled back down at me, putting his arm around my shoulder to lead me to the desk to get our bowling shoes.
"Shouldn't we wait for the guys?" I asked looking up at him.
"There already waiting in lane 10," he answered, ordering our shoes and I again didn't let him pay which earned a scowl from him because I was protesting quite loudly.
I slipped the shoes on as did he and we both strolled along to the guys. Well I was practically dragging Drake along with both my hands, which started to make him laugh out loud as I pouted at his slowness.
"Come on Drake," I whined, still trying to tug him.
"Do I get a kiss if I hurry?" he asked with a smirk.
I suddenly felt my whole face heat up and I wouldn't be surprised if I looked like a tomato. My eyes were widened to the size of saucers and I was completely thrown off guard.
"I...You...K...Ki...What?" I stammered like an utter fool. I couldn't believe that I forgot how to speak properly. There wasn't anything smooth or cool about my reaction and I was struggling to keep composure.
Tears of laughter suddenly filled his eyes as his deep laugh echoed to my ears.
"Oh damn Rosie, your reaction...priceless" he choked out with laughter, wiping away fake tears. He was practically rolled over to calm himself down.
I blinked once then twice.
Then I shoved him in the chest with a deep scowl, completely angry that he had embarrassed me like that. "Whatever."
I walked ahead of him, set on ignoring him as he caught up with me, trying to talk to me but I just looked the other way, not acknowledging his apologies. Did he have to embarrass me like that? I thought he was serious but he was just mocking me.
When we finally reached the guys, I realised they were the loudest and the glares they were getting from the people around us could burn a hole into all our heads but they just continued cracking jokes and I saw Kai in a headlock by Dean. It was something about cheating in the game, which I didn't know was possible but who was I to interrupt?
"Rose!" Tristan shouted louder than was necessary.
My irritated mood was wiped clean as soon as I saw the boys.
"Tris!" I greeted with the same loud tone. Don't judge me, if I was going to be here, I had to make my voice be heard. There was no way that a quiet girl would be able to fit in.
"Tris?" he asked with an amused expression.
"Your new nickname," I informed him with a grin.
He shrugged his shoulders, a part of his black hair falling into his dark green eyes. "Awesome."
All the guys came over and each lifted me off my feet with their huge hugs. They all had grins on their faces, looking overly happy that it was actually contagious. Dean and Troy literally picked me up in the hug as if I weighed nothing yet I still shrieked and even though they were scarily massive guys, I knew they wouldn't drop me. I think they did it on purpose because they fist pumped each other with satisfied smirks after I screamed my lungs out.
"Rose, we've put your name into this lane now, but you've got to wait till Grant and Drake have their turn," Kai told me from his seat on the side. He didn't even look like he had been a headlock a few minutes ago.
I saw Grant stride towards the bowling lane, ready to take his turn with his head held high. He was about to bowl when he suddenly turned around and looked at us all with a mischievous smile. "This is how it's done boys, watch and learn how a real man bowls. This is just for you Rose baby."
I didn't miss the cheeky little wink he gave me, his blue eyes twinkling.
I giggled at his cockiness, which earned a glare from Drake, but I didn't care because I was still annoyed at him so I continued to ignore him. Though I had to admit it was sort of difficult since he was sitting opposite me looking too damn hot for his own good.
Grant strode back with a winning smile, bowing down as he got a strike, effectively getting all the pins knocked down.
"Oh stop, stop! Seriously you're making me blush," he cried dramatically, waving us away as if we were clapping when in reality all the boys sat there with no reaction, their faces blank.
So just to play along I stood up like an excited fan girl, cheering him on and clapping enthusiastically before running up to him and into his arms nearly knocking him off his feet.
"Oh Grant, you are officially a real man in my eyes, no one can bowl like you," I gushed breathlessly, fanning a hand in front of my face as if I was going to faint any second now.
Everyone started to laugh at my dramatic display and Grant grinned, continuing with his flirty self, "You've always been a woman in my eyes Rose."
I snorted out loud. Yeah not very ladylike but he was really funny. It was fun joking around with him. I shook my head in laughter as I walked back to my seat. That's when I saw Drake's gaze was practically burning a hole into Grants head as he slapped everyone on the back talking about how amazing he is at bowling.
Was he jealous?
I felt a small smile make its way to my lips as I thought of the possibility.
His head snapped in my direction and the cold look in his eyes made me lean back on my seat as I saw the green over take his emotions. I felt really bad since it wasn't my intention to try to make him jealous but I guess the way I ran to Grant and hugged him may have come across as if I liked him too.
I wouldn't like it if Drake did that to one of my friends.
I watched Drake get up without looking at me. He walked up to the lane, grabbed a bowling ball, and then bowled with confidence before turning around without looking at how many pins he had knocked out. We all watched as the ball knocked down all the pins resulting in a strike.
He took a seat as if nothing special had happened while I gave him an impressed look which he couldn't see since he was avoiding my gaze. I frowned at that.
Well then, two can play at that game.
"Show off," I muttered, which may have been louder that intended since the guys all snickered and Drake frowned at me.
I felt a little nudge on my side and saw Dylan, Grants twin, smiling at me and nodding his head in the direction of the bowling lane, "It's your turn now."
Dylan looked exactly the same as Grant with the same blue eyes, blonde hair and thin lips but it was easy to tell them apart because of their different personalities. Grant was the more flirty, cocky type of guy while Dylan was more of a quiet but wise kind of person.
"Oh right yeah, thanks," I smiled.
I made my way towards the lane, about to bowl when I heard wolf whistles from my right and I frowned when I realised it wasn't the boys. I looked in the direction of the noise and my gaze came across a very large group of boys but my eyes zeroed in on a familiar looking guy. His dark blue eyes seeming all too recognizable and that horrible feeling in the pit of my tummy made me feel uneasy.
My eyes narrowed, focused on his solely. I tried to rack my brains as to who he was. He smirked at me, a dirty glint in his eyes and I knew if I did know him then it was a bad memory. Then he spoke up, "See something you like love?"
His voice brought a shiver of disgust through me.
"No," I said bluntly.
I turned around about to bowl when once again I got disrupted. "Well I do. Nice pair of legs you have there. Maybe I could change your mind."
I felt rage fill me at once at this disgusting person. His friends were snickering, obviously enjoying the show and I watched as my boys got up from their seats, hidden from the view of them and then I smiled in satisfaction when their eyes widened in shock as they saw whom I was with. I guess they thought I was with a group of girls not a group of very big guys, who at this very moment looked like they were ready to kill.
I frowned slightly at the menacing look they were giving to the other guys. Even I would be scared. I wasn't familiar with this side of them and I didn't know if I wanted to be.
I watch Drake's face harden, his jaw clenched with a vein ticking at the side of his neck, clearly indicating how angry he really was. His posture was stiffly straight and he looked pretty damn frightening and that's not me being biased as I saw some of the guys take a step back.
I didn't really recognise him as he walked up to the guy making the dirty comments and swiftly grabbed him by the collar, lifting him off his feet in one instant movement. My heart stopped beating as I realised how Drake can be when he's angry.
"What did you say to her?" Drake barely spoke above a whisper, his voice held a deadly tone.
I started to make my way towards them not wanting a fight to break out when we were having such a good night. I didn't want to be the cause of chaos and I didn't want anyone getting hurt because of me.
"I was just suggesting a way to help her make good use with those legs." The guy actually had the balls to still act like a sick bastard so I wasn't surprised when Drake raised his fist about to punch him square in the face but luckily I got there in time, just barely holding his arm back.
"Rose, move," he spoke through clenched teeth. I could tell he was controlling his anger, waiting for me to move so I wouldn't get hurt but I didn't want him to always fight my battles.
"Just let me handle this, I don't always need you," I said with a frown and as soon I said the last few words I felt him push my hands away like I had stung him. He looked in my grey eyes and I didn't miss the flash of hurt in his eyes.
"Yeah lover boy, she doesn't need you," the guy fixed his collar up and I felt my whole body shake with anger I had been trying to suppress but he drew the last line. So I formed my hand into a fist and pulled it back and then swung it forward, connecting with the side of his face. A hard snap was heard as he fell onto his back, his eyes unfocused and then he blacked out with my knockout punch.
"Anyone else?" I felt the adrenaline kick in once again and I looked up at his crew, my eyes cold and ruthless as I stared them all down with my eyes challenging them to even dare come up to me.
I got silence as my answer and smirked slightly at their stunned expressions.
I turned back to the boys and saw them all looking at me with gaped faces and I only then realised that they hadn't seen me fight. I looked at Drake and I didn't miss the impressed look before he quickly blanked his face from any emotion, which made me frown. I didn't want him to hide things from me when we were finally opening up to each other.
I walked back to our lane as I saw the boys from that crew pick his friend up and leave, most probably not wanting to carry on with the game with a blacked out person.
Good idea.
The boys followed behind me, still looking at me in disbelief while I just smiled and finally bowled but then I turned around to them and pouted as I only needed one pin to knock down to get a strike.
"That's not fair! I could have had a strike," I whined, walking to my seat.
They all took a seat opposite me only to stare at me questionably with their expressions completely confused. They stared at each other than back to me with raised eyebrows.
"What?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"You know what," Kai said, his brown eyes lighting up in interest, his eyebrows furrowed in a frown just like the rest of them. With Kai speaking up, they all nodded their heads.
"Okay I hit the guy, he deserved it," I grumbled, folding my arms in defence. I really hoped I could avoid telling them anything that would give insight into my past.
"No, we're not saying that what you did was wrong, heck we were all going to beat the shit out of him for talking to you in that way but its that punch you knocked him out with..." Tristan trailed off.
I pursed my lips, not wanting to explain how I know how to fight so I lied. "Well it was a lucky shot. I was just going to punch him like any person would do. I guess I was so angry I hit him on a spot where he got knocked out."
They didn't seem to be satisfied with my answer but they let it go. I knew they weren't sure whether I was telling the truth but when I looked at Drake, the look he gave me told me at once that he saw straight through my lie. He probably remembered the night we fought those men in the street near MJ's place.
I tried as hard as I could to avoid his stare as everyone went back to normal when I tried to lighten the mood with my silly jokes and then the boys started getting competitive over the game again. Slowly the incident was forgotten and I was grateful for that.
"Yo Rose you thirsty?" Dean asked.
I looked up and nodded my head. He was going to get the drinks so I decided to accompany him. He didn't mind so we walked towards the bar and I stopped him from having anything alcoholic because he was still underage and he just gave me a flat look but I narrowed my eyes and then he sighed, defeated, ordering coke for all of us instead.
We waited for our drinks to get ready when Dean spoke up, "So, is there something going on between you and Drake?"
I looked up at him, a confused frown making its way onto my face at his question.
"Uh no?" I said unsurely, making it sound more like a question.
"Oh come on Rose. We've all noticed that you guys have hardly talked. The sexual tension in the air was so suffocating we had to move away from you guys," he explained, making me blush profusely.
"What, I...I...We...We're fine!" I spluttered out, completely embarrassed from hearing that. Maybe I was far too innocent for my own good.
He smirked slightly at my expression but then rubbed the side of his face as if something was troubling him, "Look I'm not good with this whole advice on couple's thing, so just sort it out okay?"
I stifled a giggle at his 'help.'
"Okay Dean, I know you care about us," I teased, bumping my shoulder with his, loving the way his cheek turned a very light shade of pink while he coughed awkwardly.
"Whatever," he scowled looking the other way.
I smiled.
Once the drinks arrived we walked back to the guys but before we did I heard Dean from beside me quietly say, "Don't forget what I said Rose. It's not worth being upset about something unnecessary."
I thought about this as I took a seat. I was being seriously stupid. Why was I even upset? Oh right, because he had embarrassed me when we arrived but he was only teasing. I thought that he had been mocking me but only now did I realize he was just playing around and I responded back like a complete brat. Then there was the whole thing with the familiar blue-eyed guy and he had tried to protect me yet I turned around telling him I didn't need him. That was so heartless of me to say I actually wanted to slap myself.
I looked down at my hands, feeling ashamed at my childish behaviour.
"Are you okay?"
Dylan from beside me startled me as I looked up at him with wide eyes, my hand on my racing heart. "Freaking hell Dee, don't ever do that again when I'm thinking!"
"So what, is that your new nickname for me, Dee?" he asked, smiling slightly at my reaction.
"Yeah, do you like it?" I grinned.
"I like it, pretty cool," he mused.
I smiled in return then he looked at me with a frown. "So what were you in such deep thoughts about?"
"Um, nothing..." I trailed off.
"Right well, let's just say that there is something bothering you, I would advise that you sort it out with the person and I'm sure it'll take the frown away from your face," Dylan said carefully, secretly nodding in the direction of Drake who was seated at the back, slightly hidden from all of us but he was sitting with Dean, laughing at something.
I wanted to be the one to make him laugh.
I looked back at Dylan's knowing smile.
"Thanks Dee, I always knew the quiet ones are always the smart ones," I smiled, which earned me a laugh from him.
"Go get him," he pushed me on the shoulder lightly.
"I will," I whispered, my head held high but my heart beating extremely loud.
What if he didn't want to see me anymore?
What if he couldn't forgive me?
I reached the little booth they were seated in and they both looked at me in unison but Drake looked away when he saw it was I and my heart dropped that he couldn't even look at me.
I gave a look to Dean and I think he got the message because he said something about going to beat Kai up and then squeezing my shoulder as if he was saying some silent good luck.
I sat beside Drake who stayed quiet, not looking at me and all I wanted to do was wipe away the blank face that reminded me of the first time we met, when I couldn't even see a flicker of emotion, successfully blocking everyone away.
"Hi," I mumbled quietly.
Silence.
"Um, Grants winning so far," I said stupidly because I didn't know what else to say when he was ignoring me like this.
Silence.
"I brought you a drink," I said handing him his coke.
He pulled it roughly from my grasp and I felt my whole mood deflate at the way he was treating me. Did I deserve it this bad?
"I...I..." I didn't know what to say.
"Why are you here Rose?" His deep voice was void of any emotion and I had the weirdest aching feeling that we were back to square one.
"To talk to you," I answered quietly.
"Why?" he asked, looking straight ahead at a framed picture of a flower- a red rose.
"What do you mean why?" I asked confused.
He snapped his head in my direction, finally looking at me. The stony look focused at me made me feel even worse. "Why would you want to talk to me, if you don't even need me?"
He couldn't hide the hurt in his eyes as he could on his face because I saw it. It was right there, only a few centimeters too far. I wanted to reach out and wash it all away, get rid of this stupid misunderstanding.
"When I said that, I didn't mean it in that way. I...I just didn't want you to think that you have to always be there. I don't want to...to be a burden," I whispered, tears pooling in my eyes for unknown reasons.
His face softened only slightly and I took deep breaths to keep my emotions at bay. I was far stronger than this and I hated this sudden weakness. I knew words can be harsh and I used it wrongly on him, I guess you could call this guilt.
"Holy shit Rose, have you ever seen me fight for someone I don't care about? Jeez Rosie, why would you even think that you're a burden? You hurt... you hurt me when you said you didn't need me because a part of me always thought you might," his voice was just a little above a whisper at the end, a little choked and my heart constricted at his words.
I leaped into his arms, a few tears managing to escape my eyes. I hadn't felt so wanted before, the feeling where you think you have someone you can always lean on, someone who can protect you from the little monsters under the bed.
"I didn't mean it Drake," I cried quietly.
"I know that now, I'm just glad you're here now," he said quietly, holding me tight against him, running his hand up and down my back in a soothing gesture.
I pulled away slightly to look into his green eyes; the cold look melted and was now filled with warmth. The frown of his lip turned in a small smile; his hardened face softened as he followed the trail of my tear and then wiped it away completely, not letting it fall. He held my face in his hands gently; gazing into my eyes with an emotion I couldn't place my finger on.
"I care about you too Drake," I whispered, my arms around his waist as he had his arms raised holding onto my face as if I wouldn't be there anymore if he let go. The atmosphere changed, an intensity igniting.
Then he leaned in, his lips brushing ever so slightly against mine before we got interrupted making us pull apart instantly at the sound of Grant's loud voice. "Oh my Fuck! Were you guys going to bloody kiss? Shit sorry! I swear I didn't know! Shit! Fuck! Drake don't hit me man!"
He quickly turned around, running back just as suddenly as he came. The guy was clearly embarrassed at intruding while all the boys stared at us with smirks at Grant's panic attack but then quickly looking the other way when we caught them staring. I felt my face heat up and I swear to god I was burning like the lava in a volcano.
"Bastard did that on purpose," Drake scowled.
I stared at him wide eyed. "What? Oh my god, they nearly saw us kiss! What should we do?"
Okay so I was highly embarrassed and annoyed. Embarrassed that they knew we were going to kiss and annoyed that they ruined the moment so we couldn't kiss. At least the annoyed feelings were mutual between us.
"Rosie its okay, we didn't kill anyone, no plan needs to be formed for this. We don't do anything but be ourselves and act normal," Drake reassured, looking far too amused at my reaction.
I looked at him in defeat. He was right, what else could we do? Okay so I was acting as if we were caught doing something we shouldn't but it felt weird knowing they knew something was going on between Drake and me.
Even I still didn't know what was going on between Drake and me.
"Come on, the games over now," Drake tugged at my hand but I kind of pulled away, still embarrassed to be holding his hand in front of his friends, which earned me a frown from him.
"You guys finished having a make out session?" Grant teased. I guess he was over the nearly witnessing our kiss embarrassment and back to being cocky.
"No you little shit," Drake grumbled.
"Aw poor Drake didn't get any," Troy laughed.
"Fuck off," was Drakes reply which sobered Troy up quickly while I stood there with a permanent blush.
"Is he a good kisser Rose?" Kai winked, joining in with the teasing.
"Actually yes, yes he is bloody great, freaking mind blowing kisser," I smiled innocently, grabbing Drakes hand and sticking my tongue out which earned a laugh from Drake while they looked at me in shock.
Ha, bet they thought I'd just take the teasing.
I don't think so boys.
"Okay, so I think we should stop because they're going to form an ally together against us," Troy suggested, whilst they all nodded in agreement.
I smiled in satisfaction as we all walked out, deciding to go get something to eat together. It was only a few minutes away so we all decided to walk towards it instead of taking our cars.
We were laughing together in the night with the street lights providing a dim glow for us to see. I was giggling at something Drake had said when out of nowhere a very familiar blue-eyed guy walked into our path from an alleyway, blocking us from going forward.
I frowned at the same guy I had hit in the bowling lane and I felt Drake's hold on my hand tighten.
"Move," Troy said coldly, his voice full of authority.
"Oh hey there. Ah Rose it's good you're here," he smiled, but it was a disgustingly cynical smile.
Wait.
How does he know my name?
I looked into his dark blue eyes and I felt that shiver run through my spine and I knew he should be someone I know, but my brain was coming up blank. My mind was screaming at me to run but I was rooted to the ground, confused as to who he was.
"Quite a punch you have there Rose, good to know you haven't given up," his eyes held an evil glint and I knew he was a bad memory, a memory that was blocked after my father's death.
"Who are you?" I asked quietly, almost afraid. Almost.
I heard him give an exaggerated gasp, a dramatic disbelief etched to his face. "Who am I? Oh come on Rose, I know it's been a while but forgetting someone who had a huge impact in your life is just absurd."
I squeezed my eyes shut, as a painful memory played before my eyes. My father and me were running, there was blood oozing from my nose and mouth, my fathers eye dripping with blood from the slash he got above his eyebrow. I was holding onto his hand as we tried to run, to escape.
"Remember yet Rose?" his voice had disgusting delight to it.
"Stop, stop, please!" I screeched but I was still in my memory, getting them away from my father, begging for them to end this all.
I snapped my eyes open as I felt my shoulders shake only to see Drake holding onto me, his face full of concern. I felt this strange calmness settle in, this sense of security. Nothing could hurt me when I was with him.
Then I turned around to the blue-eyed guy, his laugh mocking in the silent night, "Sweet Dreams Rose. We'll meet again."
I felt myself stiffen and a mountain of dread dropped on me.
He walked back into the darkness of the ally, away from all of us as I stopped the guys from advancing in on him and beating him up with their bare hands.
"That guy is..." Troy trailed off.
"A fucking nutcase?" Tristan inputted.
"You can just tell he's been in a mental hospital," Kai shook his head.
I tuned them out, trying to remember who he was but it just wouldn't click. There was definitely something wrong and I could feel in my gut that I should know him that I had to find out who he was.
I looked up at Drake, who was looking at me with a concerned expression but he didn't question me, which I was grateful for. They all didn't ask anything, they didn't even question the sudden screaming from my end.
"I want to go home Drake," I whispered.
He gave one nod, turning to the boys. "I'm taking Rose home, it's getting late."
They all gave understanding nods, each giving me a warm hug that made me feel much better. "I've loved hanging out with you guys. Thank you for letting me join in on your night out."
"Okay, why you saying it as if it's the last time?" Grant asked.
"Yeah and stop being formal, its creeping me out," Troy shivered dramatically.
"We've loved hanging out with you too Rose," Dylan smiled.
I stared at the guys who were starting to become like a family to me.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow," I smiled.
"Yes you will," Grant winked, making me giggle slightly and then I felt Drakes grip on my hand tighten making me frown up at him but he looked straight ahead, his jaw clenched.
Oh god, he doesn't think I have a thing for Grant...does he?
We started to turn back when Dean's deep, hard voice caused us to stop. "Rose. If anyone and I mean anyone bother's you, then give the word and we'll kill them."
The promise in his voice frightened me because I didn't doubt it for a second and when I turned to see them all nodding along as if it's normal to want to kill, I couldn't decide whether they would actually...kill or were just being dramatic.
I nodded my head once and walked back to the bike with Drake who was deep in thought.
I felt so tired.
I griped Drakes hand more firmly. He looked down at our intertwined hands and smiled slightly making a bunch of butterflies to erupt in my tummy. It was nice not having to think about what just happened.
I started to swing our hands back and forth, as we continued walking. I decided to not be depressed about some of the events that took place today. Drake looked at me with a raised eyebrow, an amused look as I started to whistle out of tune yet he didn't tell me to stop. "Why aren't you telling me to stop whistling?"
I don't know why I asked it.
"Because I would rather see you whistling out of tune with a smile, instead of being in deep thoughts with a frown on your face," he explained before shrugging his shoulders.
I blinked up at him in surprise. I wonder if he knew how much the things he says means to me. How I've never heard such sweet things about me since the death of my father. How much of an affect he has over me when he says those little compliments that may not be anything big but to me it was everything. It was just the way he made me feel a wee bit special.
I pulled my hand out of his, which made him frown but then I wrapped one arm around his waist and grabbed his arm to wrap around my shoulder. We walked together in silence until we reached his bike.
He turned to look at me, his eyebrows furrowed into a serious expression like he had earlier. "Rose we still need to talk about that thing we we're discussing in the forest."
He had some sort of pained expression, as if that was the last thing he wanted to talk about but I just rolled my eyes remembering what he was talking about, "What, is it about that stupid idea of you not being good?"
"Well you can decide whether you still think I'm good after I tell you," his eyes had conflicting emotions running through them.
I felt confused as to why he was saying that but I agreed nonetheless, "Okay, how about tomorrow at MJ's around 6?"
He nodded his head in agreement as he climbed onto his bike. I followed his actions after, wrapping my arms around his waist. The feel of his rock hard body was doing maddening things to me but I tried to keep the blush down at my not so innocent thoughts. I wondered how much he works out to be this built.
The ride felt too quick, the rush of the wind against my face only lasted a few minutes. Everything was a blur, the different colours around us made me feel slightly dizzy but it stopped as soon as Drake switched the engine off in front my house.
I got off first with Drake following lead. I unclipped the helmet and handed it back to him quietly. The silence of the neighborhood was nice with the few street lamps providing a soft glow over us.
I turned to look at my house. It was huge and empty, the lights were switched off and there was only my truck in the driveway. I shook my head, not wanting to go back in there. I felt too alone in there, too cold.
"Are you going to be okay?" Drake asked quietly as if he knew I didn't want to go in there. For a second I wondered if he could be a vampire like Edward that could hear my thoughts but then I quickly slapped myself for thinking of a fictional character in this moment.
I nodded my head at his question, trying to look convincing that I was going to be fine but then he narrowed his eyes. "Are you really going to lie to my face when I've told you how I can see straight through them?"
I didn't say anything. I looked the other way, not meeting his gaze.
"Are your parent's in there?" he asked, but I knew he already knew the answer. The empty driveway made it pretty obvious.
"They're not here," I said quietly. It wasn't a lie, my dad wasn't here and my mother wasn't either.
"Okay, I'm staying over," he said, moving his bike into my driveway and leaving it behind my truck.
"Uh...I...What?" I spluttered out.
"I'm not leaving you alone after today so hurry up and open the door, its cold out here," he leaned against the wall next to my door while I just gave him a baffled look.
"I...you, me..." I was completely shocked at the sudden decision made by him and I really didn't know what to think of the situation.
"Oh I get it," he spoke up suddenly, nodding his head in understanding but I just stood there confused because I didn't know what there was to get.
"You're scared you won't be able to control yourself if we go inside right?" he smirked, crossing his bulky arms across his chest.
My mouth dropped open in disbelief, my whole face turning red in a second. I couldn't even comprehend this situation. As soon as he said he's staying over my mind just blanked.
"What!" I screeched.
"It's okay Rose, I have more self control. Now open the door," he said reassuringly while I continued to gape at him.
Was he serious?
I walked towards the door, still embarrassed at his comment and only then did I realise what he was doing. He made me completely forget about the blue-eyed guy by making these embarrassing jokes and it actually worked.
I looked him in the eye, his teasing glint made me smile.
"You're an idiot," I mumbled quietly, but loud enough for him to hear as I unlocked the door and stepped inside, kicking my shoes off with Drake following my lead. In an instant fatigue crashed into me.
"I'm sorry Drake but I'm exhausted," I said reluctantly, annoyed at myself for letting sleep take over me when I could spend more time with him but I could hardly keep my eyes open.
"It's fine Rosie, tell me where to sleep," he smiled and once again he took my breath away. It was so rare to see him like this, completely relaxed with no tension.
We reached my room and I flicked the light on, grateful that there were no pieces of my underwear hanging around. The bed was neatly made up but my desk was messy with books but I really didn't care. The purple sofa bed already had a blanket over it so I didn't have to get any extras.
"I'll sleep on the couch, you take the bed," I ordered, walking towards the not so comfy sofa bed until I felt Drake's hold on my wrist.
"I don't think so, you take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch," he said and he didn't leave any room for arguments as he made himself comfortable, well as comfortable as you can get on a sofa.
I was too tired to refuse as I grabbed my PJ's and brushed my teeth. Drake's comfy black shirt brought me comfort and warmth and I forgot that he didn't know I had it yet I was too tired to look for another shirt; it was a habit to wear this with my boxers.
I switched the light off, crawling into my bed with a sigh. Knowing that Drake was close allowed me to fall into a blissful sleep and deep into a dreamless night.
"Goodnight Rosie," I heard his whisper across the room but I could hardly get a word out of my mouth as sleep took over but I could have sworn I felt the side of the bed dip in the middle of the night.
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