A/N: So because I have made you wait two weeks, i wrote you this long ass chapter so appreciate it people! It was 17 pages on Word.
Thank you to sheslovely for the awesome banner! i love it and the quote you chose!
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I literally hunted high and low for the bank robbing imbecile.
I mean I went to his house, he wasn’t there. I went to the bar, he wasn’t there. I went to Jimmy’s house, he wasn’t there. I almost went to the freaking strip club but I took a shot in the dark and guessed he wouldn’t be there.
Although most Saturday nights that would be where he and the guys would end up.
Sick fucks.
Anyway, it was now dark. I had been looking everywhere for him. I had to tell Lacey I wouldn’t be back for a while, even though she was already at my house. Nate will love that, go home after a hard shift and find the girl he’s been lusting over sat on the sofa in the free house, yet he’s too much of a proud man to give in.
It’s like waving a sandwich in front of a handcuffed fat kid. A little cruel to be honest.
But I was determined to find him.
I couldn’t believe Drake. After everything that happened, everything that he told me and what is he doing?
Robbing banks. The boy was basically begging to get sent back inside at this rate. I mean he’s been out of prison a few months; he’s still on probation technically. If the stupid moron even litters there’s a risk of him getting locked up again. So what does he do?
Rob a freaking bank.
I was going to choke him.
After I literally looked everywhere and came out with nothing, I decided to just return back to his house and wait for him to get back. That was the only thing I could do because he wasn’t picking up his phone. In the last month he had basically dropped off the map anyway, none of the guys saw him that much because he was always ‘busy’.
I’m sure being the next John Dillinger does take up a lot of your time.
I knocked on his door again and asked his mum if it was okay if I waited. She seemed a little hesitant at first because she didn’t know how long he would be, but I think she gave in because she wanted someone else to be here when he got home.
The genuine fear she had of her own son did make sense now I knew the full story, but there was a part of me that still wanted to slap the ungrateful bitch. Drake did what he did for her. He ruined his life to protect his mum. I admit he went too far, but it was all for her.
And she shows her gratitude by treating him like Ted Bundy was renting a room out in her house.
I sat on his bed, and I waited. Half an hour went by, then an hour.
It was reaching the two hour mark when I finally heard his laughter echo through the house, as well as someone else’s. Finally, I had drained my phone about 20 minutes ago playing Angry Birds I was so bored.
Hearing him laugh made my blood boil even more. How could he laugh? He held up a freaking bank less than 8 hours ago and here he is now, having a good old chuckle.
His bedroom door opened, and in he walked. A massive grin on his face as he was laughing at something the guy said who walked in after him.
As soon as his eyes landed on me on the bed, his laughter died like Jimmy Saville’s career in 2012.
I glared at him, my jaw clenched. I could see the guy next to him look over curiously, a small smirk on his face as he thought a girl waiting for Drake on his bed meant good things for Drake’s penis. Little did he know, the mood I was in right now I was going to put Drake’s dick through a Hostel remake more than a porn one.
After the initial shock of me being here, I saw his front go up. Cocky, I don’t give a shit about anything Drake was finally here. He smirked.
“Mia it’s always a pleasure having you in my bed, but care to explain the reason for the visit?” he asked, amusement lining his tone. His friend lets out a laugh.
I clench my fist at his cocky attitude.
I nod “Okay.”
I push myself off the bed and in one stride I walk over to him, pulling my arm back and sending my fist straight into his nose.
“That clear things up?” I bellow at him as his hands immediately go to his face.
“What the fuck Mia?!” he yells, cupping his nose. His friend’s eyes are almost popping out of their sockets and his jaw is on the ground.
“Holy crap, you can pack a punch.” I hear him comment, and I look at him properly for the first time. He was an attractive boy, good build with brown hair. He was a little shorter than Drake and a little skinnier, but one look at his confident posture told me he probably surpassed Drake in confidence and cockiness. If that was even possible.
“Who the fuck are you?” I almost growl at this kid, annoyed that I couldn’t go absolutely mental at Drake like I had planned because we had company.
He raised his brow at my tone “Someone whose parents taught them manners young lady.”
“Blow me.” I reply, turning my back to him as I didn’t really care who he was. To my surprise, he speaks again.
“Well from what I just saw, when it comes to you and blowing, it ends in violence?” He smiles almost sweetly as I turn back to face him “Let me guess, he banged you, didn’t call you back and maybe screwed your sister or best friend?”
“Or your mother?” I suggest with a sweet smile of my own.
The corner of his mouth rises slightly, but not playfully “The ‘your mother’ jokes, the way to every man’s last nerve.”
I take a step towards him “Does that mean I'm pressing your buttons then asshole?”
He shakes his head “Not yet, but I would quit while you're ahead because I’m not a man who’s buttons you want to push.”
“What happens if I do, do you cry?” My smile widens as I realise I am getting to him. This kid was pissing me off.
He takes one little step forward, his eyes staring into mine. A smile is on his mouth but its threatening. I could see he wasn’t someone I should really be having this debate with, but I was so angry right now I could probably go one on one with Voldermort.
“Quit while you're ahead little girl.” He almost orders, his voice low.
“Make me guy who’s probably about 2 years older than I am.” I mock.
I see his jaw muscle clench as he was probably trying to decide what the best way to make me quit would be. I can guess something along the lines of a punch to the face, but I gotta give it to the kid he was a very patient person; I would have probably punched me by now. Suddenly, our death match eye contact was broke by Drake stepping in between us.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and starts to push me back, my eyes never leave his friend as I continue to glare at him.
“Leave it Mia.” Drake orders, before turning to his friend “Look Toby I’ll give you a ring later.”
“Yeah Toby, get the fuck out.” I smile sweetly in his direction.
Toby’s eyes slowly leave me, and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to punch me in my smart little mouth. This made me happy inside I'm not going to lie.
“You sure man? It normally takes two people to control a Rottweiler.” I immediately go to lunge forward at the prick, but Drake’s stone like body stops me in my tracks. Toby’s mouth curves into a grin at my reaction.
“Just go I’ll be fine.” Drake tells him, clearly realising if me and this kid were in the same room much longer one of us was going to be covered in blood. And I had the power of PMS on my side. I would make that bitch bleed out.
Toby nodded and walked towards the door.
“Lovely meeting you, I’ll have treats in my bag for next time we cross path’s Mia.” Toby throws the insult over his shoulder on the way out.
“I’ll have a knife. Wonder who will win that one?” I retort, and I hear him breathe a laugh as he closes the door behind him and finally leaves.
Once the door is closed and I hear that douchebag walk down the stairs, I finally look at Drake.
I laugh as I see his face. The punch I had packed had caused his nose to bleed, and there were smudged blood marks on the top of his lip which he was wiping away with the back of his hand.
“We haven’t spoken in a month and this is how you greet me?” Drake jokes, gesturing his hand towards his face.
“Well it would have been a hug and maybe some flowers but the fact you are such a massive asshole sort of gave me one option.” I retort without a hesitation.
He takes the hand away from his nose and looks at the blood.
“A bit extreme.” He mutters, gesturing his head to the blood on his hand. He walks over to the dresser and takes a tissue out of the box. As he begins to wipe his bleeding nose, I ignore the comment I want to make about why a teenage boy needs a whole box of tissues in his room.
Not here for masturbation jokes Mia…
“I don’t think a punch to the face is quite that extreme is it John Dillinger?” I ask sarcastically. He doesn’t miss a beat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mia.” He lies so fluently I’m almost shocked. He said it like he had rehearsed it.
“Well let me refresh your memory…” I begin, my voice so bitter it would make a lemon taste like a slice of bread “…Earlier today I was at the bank as some retarded McDonalds worker wouldn’t let me pay for my Nuggets. Whilst I was at the bank in come four masked men with big guns claiming that we were now in the middle of a bank robbery. Whilst this robbery took place, my phone happened to go off and it caught the attention of one robber. This robber by the way was your build, your height and even had your eyes; just want to point that out. Anyway, he began to talk to me, his voice was also identical to yours by the way, and he seemed very familiar with me. He was talking to me like we were old friends. Then I made some sexual joke which he found very amusing and he gave me a cheeky little smirk.”
I finish up my tale, my voice dripping with sarcasm as I take a step forward and start wagging my finger like I’m a teacher telling my students a story “And that is what made all the little pieces fall in place for me, as soon as he smirked I knew straight away that the man who was currently holding me hostage with a 9mm was actually the boy I had known since I was 4 years old. Same boy who lived in my house for I don’t know how many years and used to use my bra’s as water balloon slingshots.”
Throughout my whole story his face was impassive, just as it was now I finished up.
He shrugged “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I shoved him hard, my hands slapping his chest multiple times as I got about 10% of my anger out.
“You lying piece of shit!” I yelled as I continued to slap him. He used his arms to cover his face “I would recognise that arrogant smart ass smirk anywhere so stop bullshitting me!”
His arms suddenly managed to grab my wrists and he held me in place. I was breathing heavily as I looked up at his looming figure.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He repeated again like a robot, only this time a little slower.
I immediately went to slap him again and free my wrists, but his hands were deadlocked around them so I had no hope.
I was breathing through my nose as I tried hard to calm down because I was seriously debating if I could make a headbutt from the distance we were from each other.
“You know how I know you’re lying?” I finally decided to ask, realising we were close right now but he was too tall to headbutt from this distance and have nose breaking effect. If I did something I wanted to do it right.
“How?” he asked, almost amused.
“Because you didn't even asked me why I greeted you with a punch.” I answered. He didn’t reply and I could see from his face he knew I had him. I smiled smugly up at him “Tell me again how you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
He remained silent, thinking something through and looking me dead in the eye.
“If I let go of your wrists, are you going to be calm or go bitch crazy again?” he asks.
“Depends if you keep lying to me.” I reply without a hesitation, and again he is silent as he looks down on me. Suddenly, I feel his grip slowly loosen from my hand as he lets go.
The room is silent as I wait for him to explain, of course Drake being Drake, it was never just a straight forward explanation. We had to play the ‘how long can I dodge the question’ game first.
“Why were you are the bank anyway and not at school?” he asks me.
I look at him like he’s stupid “Really? We’re going to discuss my truancy instead of the armed robbery?” I ask him patronisingly, and his silence tells me that was in fact what we were going to do. “I ate some of my brother’s chicken and spent the majority of my day with my head in the toilet. Your turn, why were you at the bank with a gun?”
Drake let out a laugh “You should know better by now than to eat the food that kid cooks.”
I glare at him as he continues to shake his head and chuckle at my brother’s poor cooking skills. I flew forward again and began my ‘bitch crazy’ frenzy as he put it and hit his chest a couple of times.
“Stop avoiding the question you giant dildo!” I scream at him, actually slightly amazed at just how angry I was. To add to my rage, my violent outburst didn’t stop his laughter, it encouraged it.
“Chill out!” he chuckled as he held his hands up in defence “And did you just call me a dildo?”
I was breathing through my nose by this point “Drake, answer my question.”
He breathed a couple more laughs before he sighed and looked at me with a boyish smile.
“Yes, that was me in the bank.” He finally admitted; even know we both knew it anyway.
“What the hell were you thinking?” I asked him, trying to figure out why he was such an idiot.
He let out another breath and scratched the back of his neck as he prepared to talk “It was a job.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion, waiting for him to continue. He didn’t keep talking, and I realised in his books that was a reasonable explanation.
“A job?” I repeat, disbelief in my voice “What jobcentre did you go to that would deploy you as a freaking armed robber?”
He flinched “Can you keep your voice down; my mum already thinks I'm a high class criminal.” I didn’t really realise I was screaming to be perfectly honest.
“And she would be completely out of line to think that.” I comment sarcastically, and he actually lets out a quick laugh before shrugging as if to say ‘fair point.’
“Look it was a one off job and they just needed an extra man, it’s no big deal.” Drake explains, dismissing it like he genuinely believed it was no big deal he just robbed a bank with a freaking automatic.
“No big deal?” I repeat, the words coming out of my mouth slowly “So when the police figure out it was you and lock you back up for the next couple of years, that’s no big deal?”
“They’re not going to find out.”
“How can you be so sure?” I ask him, and he suddenly looks at me with an icy expression.
“Is this what this visit is about then?” he asks, and I look at him confused “You’re going to rat me to the police?”
My eyes widen and my jaw falls open at his words, before I find my anger resurfacing. Only this time, it’s resurfacing like a tsunami and let me warn you, the wave was so freaking big I was going to take out multiple towns.
I pull my arm back, ready to clock him another one straight in the face. This time however he was a little quicker because before it connected he dodged the punch. His hand grabbed my wrist and in one quick movement he pulled it behind my back, pulling me towards him until my body was pressed up against his, leaving me totally immobile because he basically had me pinned to him.
“Stop trying to hit me.” He orders, his voice low and I could tell he was pissed.
“You arrogant son of a bitch!” I screamed in his face. He stared back at me with a face like stone “You think I of all people would do that? You think I would ever do something like that to you, you obnoxious bastard!”
“Well why else would you be here Mia?” he demands to know, his face so close our noses were almost touching.
“Because I actually care about you, you fucking asshole!” I bellow. His face gives nothing away as he stares back at me with a deadpan expression “I came here because I don’t want you to do this shit. I don’t want you to throw your whole life away. I came here to try and help you because for some reason, I actually give a shit about you!”
I feel the grip on my wrist tighten slightly as he hears my words, his jaw muscles flexing and his eyes never leave mine.
Suddenly, the hand that is holding my wrist behind my back lets go, and I feel his hand slip into mine. He pulls my hand between us, his eyes looking at them as his fingers play with mine.
I’m still breathing heavily from the outburst, but I find myself staring at this little action like I'm in a trance. I bring my eyes to his face, and I actually feel my stomach knot as I see his expression. He looked so sad. He closed his eyes and took in a long breath. Suddenly, as his eyes opened I instantly saw the wall back up.
He brought my hand up to his mouth and placed his lips on it, leaving them there for a few seconds too long before he suddenly let go of my hand and looked at my face.
“Go home Mia.” His voice is cold, and I could tell he was done for the night.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t.
“Go home? After everything I just said you’re going to tell me to go home?” I ask in disbelief, not quite through with this little confrontation.
“Yes. Go home.” He repeated, turning his back and going to his dresser to pick up his phone.
“I’m not going anywhere, you still haven’t told me shit about what you were thinking today. In fact you haven’t told me shit about anything. I mean, who was that little prick earlier?” I suddenly remember Toby, my bestest friend in the whole wide world.
“Colleague.” He simply replied, and I let out a humourless laugh.
“He was the skinny bank robber today then? Nice to know you get along with the people you work with.” I comment sourly, and I realise he’s still not facing me.
I walk forward and grab his arm, intending to turn him around “Drake don’t turn your back to me we aren’t done-“
He moved so fast I had no idea what happened until I had my back pressed up against the wall, Drake’s hand slammed against the wall on the side of my head actually making me jump and his face was inches away from mine. I know what you’re thinking, this was sexual. After all this arguing we were going to let off some steam by violating each other aggressively in every position known to man.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t looking at me with lustful eyes right now. He was looking at me with a face like thunder, his jaw clenching so hard his muscles were almost popping out of his face, and the force in which his hand hit the wall made me wonder if there was a hole in it right now.
I hated myself for it, but I remained silent. The look he was giving me right now actually made me speechless.
“Go. Home. Mia.” Drake demanded, his voice low and each word came out through gritted teeth.
My mouth was slightly parted and I actually felt myself shivering slightly at his tone. He scared me right now. I had seen Drake like this, but I have never seen him like this towards me.
He must have seen the fear in my eyes, because I saw him close his eyes for a brief second and sigh, before he opened them and looked at me. The hand that wasn’t next to my head suddenly was at my face, his index finger under my chin as he pulled it up slightly.
He leaned his head forward and kissed me. It was a soft kiss, lingering but at the same time it was over before I had a chance to process what was going on. I stared back at him, a dumbfounded expression on my face as I literally had no idea what was going to happen next.
This kid was bipolar I swear.
“Go home.” he ordered once more, pushing himself off the wall.
This time I listened.
I almost sprinted out of his room, suddenly feeling a wave of nausea as I walked down the stairs and towards the front door. I was stunned at what just happened, not quite believing that those cold icy eyes were directed at me. Not only were they directed at me, but they were directed at me after I had basically told him I had feelings for him.
I made it down his street before I threw up for about the 20th time today.
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“What is wrong with you?” Lacey asked me.
I looked up at her with a confused look “Nothing I’m fine.”
“My ass.” She bluntly replied, a little too loud because at that precise moment the teacher had stopped talking and every single person in this class was looking at us. Lacey looked around with an innocent smile “-essment is almost finished?”
I snorted a laugh, as did a few others of our classmates. The teacher however looked at her warningly “Lacey please let’s try and make it to at least 15 minutes into the lesson before I have to kick you out of my classroom?”
Lacey smiled and saluted him “We’ll give it a damn good go officer.”
Again, the class laughed and even the teacher shook his head with amusement before turning back to the board and continuing his lesson.
“That was smooth by the way.” I comment.
“I think he bought it.” she decided, nodding her head to confirm her theory. She turned back to me “Anyway, you’ve been sitting there all lesson like someone just stepped on your goldfish. You’re not still worrying about this whole Drake thing are you?”
Yeah, I told her what happened last night. When I did finally get back to mine she was in my bed getting ready to go to sleep. I was just about to congratulate her on actually being in my bed and not Nate’s considering they had been left alone the entire night. For all I knew they had already banged on the kitchen table, but she didn’t mention it so I'm going to go with nothing happened.
Anyway, she took one look at me and knew something was up last night so I told her. About the bank robbery and what happened when I went to confront Drake after. I had decided after everything that happened last month, I really was going to be honest with her from now on.
I haven’t told her about why Drake got sent to prison. That was not my place to tell anyone, and even though he was an absolute prick to me last night, I would never tell anyone. He trusted me with something that big and I wasn’t going to let him down.
Although I wanted to put him down.
I shook my head “I’m fine Lacey, I’m sat in maths. How happy do you think I'm going to be?”
She cocked her head “Fair point. Want to get kicked out and raid the canteen? I saw the dinner ladies making BLT’s earlier.”
I raised my brows with interest “I do like BLT’s.”
“I know you do, and I had no breakfast so I’m trying not to eat you right now.”
I bite back a smirk “You want to eat me?”
She rolled her eyes “Get your mind out of the gutter you lesbian.”
I laughed “Okay what’s the plan?”
“Well, we could burst into song, I'm thinking a bit of Gangnam Style?” She suggests, and I nod my head quite liking that plan.
“I’m all for it, let’s do this shit.” We both give each other the ‘go ahead’ nod we have mastered over the years, like warriors going into battle. We both turn and face the front again, and Lacey begins to count to 3 with her fingers.
As soon as the 3rd finger was up, we were off.
Unfortunately we barely got the first word out before we were interrupted.
“HEEEEY-“ Our 2 man orchestra was disturbed as the classroom door suddenly flew open and in walked the receptionist that worked down at the office.
Lacey and I looked at each other curiously, pouting slightly as I think we were both quite looking forward to belting out a bit of Japanese.
“Sorry to interrupt your class Mr Fredrick, but Mia Hastings is needed down at the office. Now.” The woman’s voice was urgent. It wasn’t as much as a command more of a plea to be honest.
All eyes were suddenly on me and I also found myself looking around, before realising she actually meant me.
“Oh come on, I didn’t even get to the ‘sexy lady’ part of the freaking song!” I exclaim at her, and she looks at me in confusion as to what the hell I was talking about.
Lacey leans her head in towards me “I don’t think that’s why they want you Mia.”
I furrowed my brows in confusion “I haven’t actually done anything today, I swear to god.”
“You haven’t done anything we just need you down at the office now.” The receptionist again spoke as if she was in a hurry, and I think she was starting to get impatient that I hadn’t even got off my chair yet.
“Oh…Okay.” I shrug, still confused to hell. I don’t think I've ever been in the office when I wasn’t scared I was about to be expelled. Felt pretty good knowing I was about to make this walk worry free.
I went to pick up my bag, and then I realised I didn’t have one. I literally only needed my phone and that was currently in the pocket of my jeans. I mean, what was I going to use a whole bag for at school?
We all know I'm not going to be lugging around books and shit, and the majority of homework and assignments I receive get conveniently lost, only to be found days later in the bin of the classroom that I was given it in.
I didn’t believe in homework.
There is home. And there is school. They are two separate things, so don’t try and bind them together. How would the teachers like it if I turned up at their house on a Saturday night when they were about to watch a bit of TV whilst cuddle up with the husband or wife, knocked on the door and when they answered I gave them a big smile and said ‘Teach me. It’s meant to be home time, but I want to work. So grab your shit and give me some knowledge.’
Exactly. They would kick right off, so why should we have to work during our time at home?
Anyway, I turned to Lacey.
“I’ll text you after I'm done so you know when to get kicked out and we can go rob some BLT’s.” I tell her, and she nods her head I think already knowing the plan without me even having to tell her.
Once I'm out of the classroom, I almost find myself running after the receptionist because she is walking so fast.
“Whoa, can we slow down a little I'm not quite as fit as I used to be.” I plead, breathing heavily. Seriously, why run. What is the point. Unless you're being chased.
“This is urgent Miss Hastings.” She replies, still keeping up the marathon dash she seems to be on.
I try and keep up, depressingly enough the 40 year old slightly overweight woman next to me was struggling less than I was.
“What is this about?” I ask, actually having no clue why I'm being dragged to the office. She said I’d done nothing wrong, and I'm pretty sure I'm not getting some type of award for exceptional behaviour so that pretty much limited the options.
“There is a man in our office asking for you.” She informed me, confusing the shit out of me even more “He’s being very irrational and threatening, I think he’s drunk.”
My eyes widened as I took in her words. What the fuck is going on?
I didn’t have a chance to ask this question out loud however because we were pretty much at our destination, and I could hear what the fuck was going on.
“I just want to speak to her!” a voice bellows through the doors, but it wasn’t aggressive. It was sloppy. And I knew straight away who was behind that door.
The receptionist and I walked into the room, and the headteacher was there trying to reason with a swaying Drake who was clearly hammered beyond rational thought right now.
“We cannot let you walk through the school in this state Sir…” she tried to explain to him.
Drake let out a shrill noise which I think was meant to be a laugh “Sir? First time I've been called that when it doesn’t involve a chick dressed as a school girl…” he muttered. He shook his head suddenly as if stopping himself from getting distracted “That’s not the point, I literally need to speak to her for two tiny seconds. Just let me go and grab her, and then I will be gone. Far away. Like a bird. Spread my wings and fly.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled at the moron just as he started to flap his arms like wings.
“I’ve got her.” The receptionist suddenly spoke, making our presence in the room known.
Which seemed like a very bad thing right now considering the state Drake was in.
He turned to look at me, a sloppy toothy smile immediately appearing on his lips.
“There she is!” he points both his hand at me “The one, the only, Mimi Hastings. Everybody, put your hands together.” He started clapping and I had to resist the urge to laugh remembering this moron was currently at my school wasted.
“Drake what are you doing here?” I ask him, actually shocked he would turn up here.
He walked forward, stumbling slightly as he was finding it hard to walk. The idiot probably saw about 4 of me right now.
“I needed to talk to you, after what…what happened last night.” He reached me and placed his arms on my shoulders “I needed to talk to you.”
I look up at him, disbelief clear on my face that he was actually here, but at the same time I felt kind of happy that he came. Even if it was smashed out of his skull.
“Mia do you know this man?” My headteacher suddenly asks, and I realise I had to come up with something or they would call the police on Drake, or they could suspend me. I don’t know if they had any grounds to do it because technically I did nothing wrong, but I sure as hell wasn’t risking it.
“He’s my cousin.” I quickly lie, and Drake snorts a laugh as he hears my excuse. I shoot him a warning look, hoping to Christ he wouldn’t bring up anything dirty right now. I take his arms off my shoulders and tell him to wait there, before turning and going up to the headteacher.
“I’m really sorry Mrs Moore for the state he’s turned up here, but you see he’s recently lost his brother in a car accident, so you can understand why he’s acting like this. We basically grew up together so he always comes to me when he feels like confiding in someone.” Honest to god, I had no idea what was coming out of my mouth until it did, then when I was done I wanted to high five myself for coming up with such an awesome bullshit story.
“Holy crap…” Drake muttered behind me, clearly as impressed as I was.
I immediately saw the receptionist’s face soften, and a few seconds later so did Mrs Moore’s. She nodded sympathetically, glancing at Drake.
“I understand Mia. Losing someone so close to you can be devastating.”
I nod my head “It was for him. They were really close. Like brothers but you know, they were actually…brothers…” I almost slapped myself as I realised I was losing the fluent lying streak I was on, and realised I needed to get out of here before I said something that would fuck it all up. I look up at her, giving my best puppy dog eyes “Listen I really should walk him home and make sure he gets there okay, I’ll be back after lunch though so I won’t be missing a whole day?”
That was a lie, but she didn’t know that.
Mrs Moore nodded her head “That’s fine, I’ll leave a message on your brothers phone to let you know you’ve gone home and explain the situation to him.”
I forgot since my dad was away Nate was technically my guardian according to the law, and this school. Any trouble I got in at school, they would ring Nate. Which worked out pretty well because what was he going to do? Ground me?
My eyes widened “It’s broke. His phone is broke. He’s got a new one though I’ll give you the number.” I quickly get my phone out, and began to read her Drake’s number. There was no way she was ringing Nate, he isn’t speaking to Drake and he sure as hell would blow the whole ‘cousin dead brother story’. She would ring Drake’s phone and it could go straight to voicemail, saving both of our asses.
She took the number and nodded her head “Okay, I hope everything works out for you and your family and send them my regards.”
I nodded “I will do, thanks.”
I quickly turned and walked towards Drake, who was grinning at me. I grabbed his arm and started dragging him out the door.
“My brother died?” he asks, slurring his words slightly “I don’t have a brother.”
“Shut up Drake.” I snap at him, walking out of the office “How did you get here?”
There was no way he drove, no one in his condition could drive a car and not have wrapped the car around a lamp post.
“Toby dropped me off.” He told me, and I scowled at the mention of that asshole.
“Of course he did.” I mutter, realising I had two options. Walk home with him in this state, with the risk he is going to pass out on me any second, or order a taxi to take us home.
“I already graduated high school, don’t I need to show them ID or something to be here?” Drake suddenly asks, looking around him like he is fascinated by everything “I mean anyone could just wonder in those gates…”
Definitely ordering a taxi.
Once I had rung the number and ordered it, I placed my phone back in my pocket and realised I had to get Drake out of the school gates. I once again grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me. Due to the fact he was so intoxicated; he stumbled and knocked into me, almost sending us both flying to the floor.
I managed, somehow and I don’t know how, to keep us both on our feet. Once Drake had regained full balance, he looked down at me with a schoolboy grin.
“Oops.” He burst out laughing.
“Drake pull yourself together man!” I snap at him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. This caused him to laugh more, but because he was being told off he pressed his lips together and tried to hold it in “If they figure out you’re not actually my cousin and just some stupid idiot who’s drunk on the school premises they will call the police, and probably boot me out while they’re at it.”
He scrunched his face in confusion “But you’re sober, why would the kick you out?”
I let go of his shoulders and shrug “To be honest they’re looking for any excuse to put the final nail in my coffin. Can’t blame them, if I worked here I’d want to kick me out as well.”
Drake grinned “See that’s always what I liked about you Mia. Your hot little delinquent ass and the fact you have a tongue sharper than a butchers knife.” He stumbles forward again, this time he places his arms around me and looks up at me with probably the most adorable sloppy grin I’ve ever seen “You’re the only girl I know who can keep up with me.”
As hard as I try, I can’t keep the smile off my mouth as I look at his face. He was a mess.
His hair was standing at every angle possible; his face was close to mine now so I could smell the alcohol, a mixture of beer and whisky. His eyes were droopy due to the alcohol, and slightly bloodshot. His pupils were huge; I could barely see the brown in them at all.
I stared a little harder at his eyes, and I felt the panic sink in a little as I realised those were not the eyes of a man who was just under the influence of alcohol.
“Drake, have you taken something?” I asked him, realising his face was also glistening slightly from the sweat.
He gave me a guilty smile “Maybe.”
I shook my head at his stupidity “What have you taken Drake?”
He shrugged “I don’t know, some of the new shit we’ve just had delivered.” He explains like it was a perfectly normal sentence. He is still grinning at me “It was a little pink pill. How can you say no to a tiny cute little pink pill?”
I resisted the urge to slap him “Easily when you don’t know what the fuck you're taking Drake. And what do you mean ‘shit you’ve just had delivered?’”
He looked at me intently “I thought you girls were meant to like the colour pink?”
I closed my eyes and inhaled, not missing the irony that Nate had uttered those exact same words to me yesterday. Those two were so alike it was a little frightening.
I was so pissed at Drake. Fair enough I will admit none of us are opposed to taking shit to give you a high, like the Mexican pain pills but that was one thing. There was a box telling you the side effects and ingredients which told us somewhere in the world this shit was safe enough to be legal.
From the sounds of what Drake took just now, he got it out of a clear plastic bag. Apparently it had been ‘delivered’. Where from, is anyone’s fucking guess.
“Drake, Drake look at me…” I tell him, placing a hand on his cheek and making him look at me. He was too busy looking up at the sky with his mouth hanging open in fascination “…How many did you take? And do you know what kind of pills they are?”
“I only took one, and they’re making everything move in slow motion. I have an urge to drop kick something, it would look freaking cool in slow motion.” He suddenly goes to pull away to do just that and I yank him back; he looks at me with a pout. An actual pout. Drake O’Connell is pouting at me like a toddler who’s been told they cannot have any more chocolate.
“No Drake, we are not drop kicking anything today.” I tell him calmly, realising there was no point in shouting at him in the state he was in. Suddenly I hear a car pull up and I realise the taxi had driven into the school to get us.
I seriously needed to tip that taxi man when I got out.
“The Batmobile’s here!” Drake yells as he spots the taxi, and I actually press my lips together to hold back laughter. I didn’t want to encourage him, but holy crap he talks some utter shit when he’s high.
I pull his arm over my shoulder and help him walk towards the taxi. I was struggling I'm not going to lie, he was swaying so much and the boy is heavy. I felt like I was giving King Kong a piggy back at one point.
We finally reached the car and I opened the door, turning to face Drake.
“Right get in the back.” I order, pointing at the open door.
Suddenly, a smirk appears on his lips and before I know it he took one step forward and placed his hands on my hips.
“You’re hot when you get bossy.” He informs me, his eyes darting down to my mouth for a minute.
“Drake I don’t think now is the time to do this.” I reply, attempting to push him back. All that does is make him pull me closer until my body crushes against his.
“It’s never the time is it with us, if it’s not one thing it’s another.” He points out, his voice husky as he brings his face closer until his lips are an inch from mine “Thing is, no matter what time it is or what thing we are in the middle of, whether it’s having a drink…” one of his hands brushes a strand of hair away from my forehead “…in the middle of a my cousins wedding…” his hand traces back down my body until both his hands are gripping my sides “…or trying not to rip each other’s throats out...” he moves his hands slowly until he is cupping my behind, pulling me against him and lightly grinding his pelvis against mine. I let out a small moan while his mouth is brushing mine “…I still want nothing more than to have you under me, moaning my name.”
I knew this wasn’t the time or the place to be turned on, but fuck me I was beyond turned on.
And bear in mind Drake was currently stoned and could barely stand up straight and he had managed this. The boy had skill.
“I have another job so can you two put your genitals away and get in?” The taxi man suddenly spoke, and I saw Drake’s mouth curve into a grin at his words.
“Think the man’s got a point.” I find myself saying, my voice coming out croaky due to what just happened. Drake’s amused grin widened even more as he spotted what he had done to me.
“I’ll put mine away now if we can play ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ later?” Drake asks, and I let out breathy laugh. My laughter suddenly died as my eyes looked behind Drake, and I spotted the receptionist and headteacher stood outside the office looking at Drake and I with their jaws touching the ground.
“Get in the car Drake.” I order him, realising he was meant to be my cousin according my lie. This was definitely closer than any family should be.
“Only if we play that game when we get home.” He refuses to move, looking at me with an amused expression.
“Yes whatever get in.” I push him in the car and climb in after him.
“Whoa why the change of tune all of a sudden?” Drake asks as the taxi man started the car.
“Because I told them…” I pointed through the window at the receptionist and Mrs Moore who were still looking over with stunned expressions “…that you are my cousin and you were upset because your brother just died. I don’t think the fact you were basically dry humping me against a taxi will support this story do you?”
His mouth forms into an O as he suddenly realises the Dilemma. He thinks for a minute, and he made it clear he was thinking because he started stroking his invisible moustache with his index finger and thumb.
Suddenly, he lifts his index finger and nods his head like he has made a decision.
“I’ll take care of it…” he mutters. The taxi was just about to drive past the receptionist and headteacher when Drake rolled down my window, leaning over my body until his head was hanging out of the window “I’m mourning my brother’s death, I'm grieving and sex is a good antidepressant. Plus, we’re related through marriage so it’s not incest!”
My eyes almost popped out of my skull as I hear Drake yell this out of the window, before he pulls himself back to his seat and looks at me with a proud smile.
“That should have cleared things up.” He concludes, actually thinking what he has done has helped this situation in the slightest “Now I’m feeling a little sleepy so wake me up when we’re home.” I stare at him in disbelief as he suddenly lies down and rests his head on my lap “You can sing me to sleep if you want?”
I debated on smashing my head through the window to check I was actually awake and this wasn’t some really fucked up dream.
He turns slightly so he is looking up at me while his head is still on my lap “Please?”
I sigh in defeat, not having the energy to argue with him when he’s like this. I realised I was actually about to sing a stoned/drunk Drake O’Connell to sleep while he used me as a pillow in a taxi. Again I thought about smashing my head through the window, I don’t think pinching yourself awake is quite extreme enough for this situation.
“Okay, I’ll sing you to sleep.” I give in and he smiles happily, closing his eyes.
I find myself smiling slightly as I look down at him. He looked so innocent, like a little boy. I slowly began to brush away the hair from his forehead, cocking my head as I couldn’t take my eyes off of him right now.It was heart-breaking really, as I said he looked so innocent but he’s been through more shit in his 18 years than most people go through their entire life.
Oh, and it turns out I did get to sing Gangnam Style today after all. It was the only song I could think of at that moment.
Only I somehow managed to turn it into a ballad, softly singing the words to him as I continued to stroke his forehead with my fingertips.
You want to know the most amazing thing about it though?
As I sang him the lullaby version of Gangnam Style, Drake actually fell into a peaceful sleep.
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