Drake Merwin FanFic:

I woke up to see Drake sitting at my computer and hear the loud Linkin Park MP3 playing as loud as he could possible play it. Ugh! Drake can't he let me sleep for once.

"Hey," He said smirking like he'd accomplished his life goal. "I see you're awake"

"How are you in here?" I asked looking to my left expecting to see Diana sleeping in her bed. She always seemed to sleep through this part of my morning. Instead all I saw was a pile of crushed sheets and a note.

Hey it's Diana,

Shocker right! I left early to get a head start to the Cafeteria. You know how Saturdays are. I'll save you a spot.

I bet she knew he was here. She always says "We make such a good couple. He's nothing but a friend… Right? I mean some girls would think he's hot but if they knew him the way I did they would be too scared to even talk to him.

"So… How long have you been here?" I asked standing up and pulling down my shorts that had ridden up in my restless sleep. Sleeping was harder not knowing were the adults were and knowing that no one was guarding the gate didn't help either.

Caine had taken control and he was planning on going to visit the townies he was becoming some kind of mayor with evil intent. Drake would be the sheriff. Not sure how that would go. I was to be drake's assistant. I was to stand idly by bring him Monster and write down any law he just so happens to think of.

"I was here long enough to here you whisper my name in your sleep." He said grinning that grin that could also be mistaken for a smile a serial killer would have before the kill.

"You wish…" I said pretending like I didn't know I had been dreaming about him. It kind of just ended up happening. I knew I liked him but it's kind of hard to like someone you hate isn't it.

"I do, I do wish" he said, standing up and walking closer. I took a back, he took a step closer. It went on like that until I was on the wall.

"This is awkward," I said trying to slip out under his arm but it didn't exactly work. He got kind of mad and took out his keys. Scratching me on the face letting blood drip down. He stroked my cheek. "I'm sorry." He said.