Drake

Chapter 1, The Hilarious Screw Ups of Caine

Drake Merwin woke early that morning, and remembered his dream from the night before, it made him smile his shark like smile, the dream, which he tried to savor as much as possible, hadn't been long, but damn fucking good enough to remember.

He had been walking the streets of the town near Coates Academy, and every time he passed a house, he heard children waking up from the nightmares he had haunted. Each and every one of them waking to their own screams. The more houses he passed, the louder the screaming got, each child adding to the chorus of torture, Drakes favorite song. All the while, Drake was laughing in glee and skipping to the melody of the sweet sound horror.

He got out of bed and slipped a pair of jeans on over his SpongeBob Squarepants boxers that he was sleeping in. He woke Caine by throwing a pen at his face.

Caine moaned and scrunched up his face in irritation, he rolled over to face the wall and groaned: "Piss off, Merwin."

"Fine, but then I get the shower first, Soren." Drake declared.

He grabbed a towel and reached for the door handle to the bathroom, but before he could open the door, his whole body was facing the other way and he grabbed on thin air.

"No. You don't," Caine grabbed the towel out of Drake's hands and stalked into the bathroom, still half asleep, even after his little victory.

Drake had to clench his fists and bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from going in there and hitting Caine until he bled.

The smallest things that Caine did to irritate Drake even pissed him off, he had a bad temper, he knew, but it got worse around Soren, the reason being that Caine thought he was so much better than everyone else, including Drake. Drake knew Caine had a big ego and had to make people scared of him and act powerful, Drake also had a big ego, Drake had to do that too, but he couldn't stand it when Caine did it to him. Drake wasn't scared of anyone, which in turn, gave no right to Soren to act as if Drake was scared of him. Caine had to be belittle people, so did Drake, but neither of them could stand being belittled themselves, that's what made Drake so angry, that Caine acted superior, but he was so similar to Drake in 'social' standards, that it was almost pathetic. Almost pathetic.

The whole time that Caine was in the bathroom, Drake simply lay down on his bed and day-dreamed about hurting Soren, making him scream and beg for mercy.

"All yours duckie," Caine flicked water on Drake's face.

Drake flinched, but closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He stood up grabbed a new towel from the closet and went into the bathroom. He undressed and stepped into the warm spray of water.

Drake often dreamt of hurting Caine, and his little sidekick, Diana Ladris, but he never actually inflicted the injuries or emotional pain, well, not fatal injuries. He liked to tell himself he wasn't scared of Caine, but the truth was, even though Drake valued no one else's, he did value his own life. Caine acted superior, because, in some ways, he was, he was 'physically' stronger than Drake and could kill Drake with a flick of his wrist, so Drake was careful, watched his tongue, well, to an extent, and held his fists, on Soren, he still occasionally tripped Diana or threatened to hurt her, but also, never actually did. If he hurt Diana, Soren would kill him, as if Drake had actually hurt Caine himself. An attack on Diana, meant an attack on Caine.

Drake stepped out of the shower and onto the slippery white tiles. He wrapped the towel 'round his hips and examined himself in the mirror. He never really bothered much with his appearance, but he'd been told that he was good looking, he had shaggy, sandy-colored hair, that grew way too fast, his eyes were always either glaring, or sadistically gleeful. He was average height, but had grew fast for his age, only fourteen, but he was already getting sort of fuzzy facial hair on his chin and below his nose, but it made him look older, and he was ok with that, chicks dug older men. Drake wasn't too concerned with girls; he had had other things he found more entertaining, but recently, now in eighth grade, he noticed girls noticing him, and there were a few he wouldn't mind screwing. Most of the girls here were hot, (the hottest being Diana, even Drake noticed that) and usually got sent here for fucking with the wrong people, or too many people, most of them were whores, others were usually either emo's or had a very minor criminal record, shop-lifting or seen smoking the wrong stuff. Drake had his eye on some slutty seventh and eighth graders, and he lusted after his art teacher, mainly because she was hot and at some stage she had made eight paintings in her own blood, now that turned Drake on.

When he came out of the bathroom Caine was gone, went to breakfast.

Drake threw on some jeans and a T-shirt that said: 'Don't Screw Around, I know you find me sexy'

Saturdays, the best, all the big bullies went to mess around off school grounds, and the only people that stayed at school were the minor bullies who were usually toadies towards the worse kids. That meant Drake had his choice today on who to pick on, he usually liked fifth or sixth grade boys who hadn't started growing yet, it meant they whimpered and cried and begged in their girly voices. Drakes favorite thing to do was beat on them, then make them watch him poke out a squirrels eye or two, so that they had nightmares for the rest of their lives, and then he'd make them lick the bottom of his shoes and make them beg for mercy. Always, every Saturday, he had to go and watch Soren practice. Drake and Diana would sit and watch him and challenged him to using his telekinesis for different things, the harder the challenges became, the stronger Soren became, Drake hated him.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Caine and Diana were sitting at the biggest table in the room, but no one else sat at the table, it was big enough for maybe fourteen people, but they were the only ones there, just the two of them sitting next to each other on one side of the table.

Drake sauntered over to the table, and sat across from them, they were arguing about something.

"Soren, I swear, you've got to stop stealing her underwear, she's gonna kill you one of these days," Drake smirked.

"Fuck you." Caine replied, neither him, nor The Bitch had looked at Drake yet, Diana was too busy glaring at Soren.

"Why the hell are you peeved, Ladris, what did Fearless Leader do this time?" Drake loved seeing them argue, it was something he thrived on, it was better when they got into a full scale fight though, but this would do.

"Caine came into my room last night ,climbed in my bed and woke me at three in the fucking morning to tell me that he loved me and couldn't sleep, he wanted us to 'comfort each other'." She still didn't look at Drake.

Drake was silent for about two seconds before he was in hysterics, nearly on the floor.

"Seriously, Soren?... I… Could… Think of… Like… A hundred… Better… Ways to… Get laid!" Drake could barely control himself. The situation wasn't that funny, it was the fact that Caine was such a desperate moron that got Drake.

"Yeah, or, he could just go fuck himself instead!" Diana finally stopped glaring at him and turned to the front to cross her arms on the table and sulk.

"Shut the fuck up, Merwin!" Caine nearly yelled, just, just loud enough for the people at the next table to glance in their direction.

Drake had already subsided to just a chuckle. Diana glanced at him and smirked, just for a split second. Drake couldn't tell whether the smirk was meant for him, for embarrassing Caine, or she was just laughing at him, which he doubted she'd be stupid enough to do.

Drake stopped even his sharp intake of breath, he looked down at his full plate of food and glanced up at Diana through his lashes and gave her his shark grin. She saw him and shook her head while the corner of her mouth twitched.

Diana got up and started walking away.

"No, Diana, wait!" Caine desperately got his feet to face her.

"I'm sorry." He said for probably the first time in his life.

Diana rolled her eyes and turned on her heel and headed towards the door.

She called over her shoulder: "Drake, I do not find you sexy."