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Chapter two, The New Toy
Drake sat in the library with Diana; they were watching Caine practice… again.
Caine lifted a whole shelf worth of books, found an empty shelf, and slid all the books onto the surface way at the top of the book-case.
"Come on guys, I need something difficult!"
"Um, I don't know… Lift the table we're sitting at." Diana said, lazily.
"Dipshit, if you drop it on my head, I'll fuck you up." Drake said, also very bored. He was twisting a pencil in his hand, in-between his fingers.
"Sorry, Drake, you're not my type." Caine retorted.
Caine raised his hands towards the circular desk and scrunched up his face in concentration.
"Guys, stay still."
"Wait, what?" Drake started.
Quickly, too quickly, the table, all the chairs and Drake and Diana lifted into the air. Diana shrieked and lost her balance; she dropped from the chair, through the five feet of air and landed with a thud.
"Oh my god! Diana!" Caine lowered the table, not all too gently, so Drake bit his tongue and cursed.
"You fucking dropped me!" Diana didn't seem to be hurt, but she was pissed.
"God, Soren, you're screwing up a lot today! You made me bite my tongue!"
"Diana! I'm sorry. Are you okay? Please tell you're okay!" Caine had ran over to her and knelt down next to her, he was turning her head from side to side and checking her arms and legs.
"Fuck you, Soren." Diana got up and sat on the chair furthest away from where Caine was, which happened to be right next to Drake.
Caine looked at Diana with worry and concern and guilt.
"Diana, I'm sorry, it was an accident." Caine apologized, he looked weary and worn out and frustrated.
Diana grunted in response, crossing her arms on the table. She didn't waste her time looking at Caine.
Caine finally decided that Diana wasn't going to talk to him, so he turned around and walked out of the library.
Drake had been silent since he told Caine he had screwed up, he hadn't noticed Diana in the seat next to his until now, he had been too busy trying to control his temper.
Much to both of their surprise, Drake asked:
"Are you okay?" Diana snapped up and was staring at Drake with complete and utter shock.
"Um… I'm… Fine?" She said it as if she was guessing, but she was asking a different question behind those words.
Drake's eyes widened as he realized what he had just said.
"I'll… uh. See you tonight." Drake stood up very quickly and stiffly and, leaving Diana alone in the quiet, empty library, he left, nearly running in his haste.
Why the hell had he done that? That was so… Not, Drake.
He all but ran back to his dorm. He was embarrassed; he never asked people if they were okay, he was the one who made people ask that.
He wasn't planning on going to that bonfire tonight, but he knew that Diana and Caine usually went to them, accompanying all the kids with cheap alcohol and joints.
He didn't know why he had told her that he would see her there tonight. Maybe he was trying to make up for leaving like that. But Drake wasn't one to make it up to people, at all. A thought struck him, had he wanted to go? Had he wanted to go because he knew Diana would be there?
No, of course he didn't, he didn't want to be near Diana. Ever.
But, he was still going, he said to himself. Not because he wanted to see Diana, he wanted it to seem as if he was finally warming up to her, being friendly, then he could see the look on her face when he finally, emotionally bitch slapped her; by just the smallest retort or action.
Although, it would be hard, Diana doesn't 'warm up' to people easily, she was a skeptical bitch, she trusted no one, not really. She took down her wall once in a blue moon, but she still did, and Drake was determined to get past that wall, pretend to care, and then throw it back in her face, at least hurting her little, because to even emotionally hurt Diana the tiniest bit was an accomplishment.
Yes, Drake thought, I'll play a little game with her, making her dance to my song, toy with her a bit.
Drake had found a new play-thing.
He smiled his shark-like smile and did a little evil chuckle.
Oh, he was going to enjoy this; this was going to be a challenge, but it was going to be so worth it!
Drake looked at the time; three thirty. Okay, he had about an hour and twenty minutes to get ready; he wanted to seem as if he had made a big effort, and the only way to do that, was to actually make a big effort.
He lay down on his bed and tossed a pencil in the air, let it spin and caught it again just before it reached his face. He did that for about ten minutes, just thinking about his 'strategy' and 'tactics'.
He sat up and slung his legs down on the floor, he paused for a bit, just revising his thoughts. He did another, short, evil chuckle, and started getting ready.
He took another shower and washed his hair vigorously, he got out the shower, wrapped a towel 'round his hips, towel dried his hair and went back to the room, he opened his closet and looked at the very expensive clothes that his parents sent him to make up for sending him away, even though he knew that they actually didn't really care, he didn't care, every kid at Coates got the same.
He pulled out a black, simple leather jacket and a blood red shirt, his favorite color. He just randomly picked a pair of black jeans and went down to the bottom of his closet to look for those brand new, still in the shoe box, 'skate' shoes, he didn't know what they were called, but all the guys wore them. He preferred either his boots or his plain black sneakers, they were just shoes.
He layed the outfit down on the bed and inspected it; it was sexy and bad-boy, an obvious effort was made.
There had been no sign of Caine since library, but Drake didn't really care, he shrugged and went back in the bathroom.
He grabbed some of the hair-gel he barely used and started styling it in front of the bathroom mirror.
He thought while he did this, imagining Diana, trusting him and he might even get a bit of action in the next few weeks; even though it was Diana, and he hated her, she was still really, extra hot and was probably very experienced. Drake got a bit excited, but stopped thinking about her, so he had no worries.
He finished his hair and got dressed. He inspected himself in the mirror, he looked dangerous, well, more dangerous.
He checked the time, he was going to be a bit early, but, whatever.
He was all but jumping up and down in anticipation.
He was going to play with his new toy.