I was leaning against the balustrade on the roof of my New York City apartment with a glass of rum in my hand. I knew I shouldn't be drinking but I couldn't help myself. Nothing has been going well in the last couple of month actually since I graduated high school and moved to New York with Drake. I looked down and watched the lights glowing from the city below me. It was almost midnight but there were still hundreds of car rushing by. I felt a warm breeze blowing
through my hair. I took a cigarette out of my black and brown leather LV purse that I bought immediately after Drake and I arrived in New York. Everybody here has got one and I should get into the New York state of mind, right. Or at least it was my excuse for spending so much money for a simple Handbag. My Mom back home in San Diego would have killed me if she knew. She would have said something like "Your name isn't louis Vuitton, so why walk around with
someone else's name on?" She never understood what fashion and clothing meant to me. To me fashion is a way to express myself. I took the last sip of my drink and wondered where the rest had gone. I forgot about the glass and took the bottle, trying to figure out where in my life had I gone so wrong.

3 years ago...

I was on the beach with my best high school friends Jessica and Markey. Sitting in the sand and watching them both surf in the setting sun. I usually would be surfing with them but I fractured my wrist over a week ago trying to skate board, now I was stuck with a cast on my arm. I was laying in the sand playing with my Ipod when I saw Drake. He was walking by the cliffs with his Hands in his pockets. To me looked kinda lonely and insecure which was usually
for him he always looked so confident, and the lonely part was definitely strange because he always had a new girl under his arm. People talk about him a lot, girls who he never called back and guys who had their girlfriends leave them for him. I really didn't care there was something about him that made me like him. I made the mistake of telling my girlfriends and they all flipped. "He's no good, he'll play you like everyone else." They all said but it was like forbidden fruit it only made me want him more.
I looked up at him one more time the sun was glaring in my eyes but our eyes connected he started walking towards me. With every step he took towards me my heart skipped a beat. I held my breath until he was right in front of me.

"Hey. Carly, right?" He asked standing in front of me like a bronze beach god.

Oh my God he knows my name! I didn't know Drake Parker personally, we had two totally separate groups of friends. I wasn't unpopular I just hung out
with a different group of kids. I nodded yes even though I almost forgot my own name he did that to me. "Hi" I said lowly shading my eyes from the sun.

Drake sat down next to me. "I'm Drake" He said in a flirty voice.

"I know..." I replied more talking to myself.

"Oh...you do?!" Drake said.

"yeah I know." I said laughing. Drake started laughing as well.

"So..how do you know my name?" I asked trying to hide how exited I was.

"Well,..." He started and laugh shyly. "We have a couple of classes together and you have the locker next to my brothers" He explained looking at my seriously.

We sat on the beach talking and it felt as if the time had just disapeared. Jessica and Markey came to say that are going to head for home and had tried to tell me a shouldn't be hear with Drake. He told me that he was hear to think about a new song and that often comes here to clear his mind. I loved to be here all alone to think and just...you know breath and be free. My parents didn't know that I went out in the middle of the night to go to the cliffs and the beach and I was really surprised that Drake did also. After we talked I started felling like myself again. I wasn't the "me" that I was in school or with my friends it was a part of me that had been lock up inside for years...

Talking turned into touching and touching turned into kiss and an innocent kiss turned into making out. It usually took long for me to trust a guy and kiss him but this time was different but and I couldn't really tell why.
Drake drove me home that night. My cell had rang a couple times but I hadn't answer it. I knew it was my mom wondering where I was. When I finally got home
my mom was furious she caught a glimps of me getting out of Drakes car.
"Well I guess you won't be seeing him again!" She stated not even knowing who he was yet. But it didn't matter to her from that point on Drake was public enemy number 1 in her mind. That was the day that I stopped playing the good girl my mom loved and started being the bad girl Drake couldn't get enough of.