Drake and Josh are not mine. If they were... Drake and Josh wouldn't be a kid's show on Nickelodeon. ;)

Rated M for language and maybe gore depending on how squeamish you are.

Okay, if you didn't want to kill me before, you definately will now. There is some serious Josh bashing in this chapter. It has just not been his week.

Josh POV

Okay. Mission accomplished. I had managed to make it out of the house without anyone noticing. I sighed with relief, but my throat was still dry and my stomach was still in a knot. I couldn't fool myself into thinking the near future would be easy, no matter how hard I tried. Even if I don't cave in and I manage to speak up for myself, looking Drake in the face would be hard enough. The thought of actually confronting him…

'No, no, no! Don't think about it.' I shook my head and walked down the stone steps. It was probably best not to think this through. I could already feel my resolve cracking like old pottery. If I attempted to plan what I would say, I had a feeling I would eventually give up. I looked down the sidewalk in front of me and breathed deep.

'All I have to do is relax and stay calm… or at least remember to keep telling myself that.'

"What's with the long face, handsome?"

I jumped about two feet in the air. If I hadn't been so startled I would have thought I had imagined the voice. Before I could turn around, a pair of arms grabbed mine and pulled it into a very soft chest. I looked down and my mouth fell open.

I was staring at a devastatingly stunning brunette girl. It was very apparent that she knew how good looking she was. The shirt she wore was cut a little too low to be school appropriate… But she definitely filled it out. Not to mention, that skirt she was wearing rode a little too high up her thighs. If she happened to drop anything… I gulped at the thought. I recognized her face, but couldn't give it a name. Either way, it was hard to believe she was in high school. I guess eighteen is the new twenty one.

"Stop staring," she smiled and looked away coyly, "You're making me blush." Then she lifted one perfectly manicured finger to my chin and closed my mouth for me.

"Ha uh… umm, I uh," was all I could stutter while my eyes were on her. I looked over her head and took a huge deep breath. "I-I'm sorry but, I can't seem t-to remember your name. I mean I-I've seen you before but," I took a moment to look down and saw shock wash over her face. She recovered quickly when she saw me looking at her.

"Cindy, my name is Cindy Simmons," she cocked her head to the left with a quizzical look on her face, "maybe Drake's mentioned me?"

I blanched. I could feel the blood drain from my face and cold sweat collect on my palms.

'This is Cindy? The Cindy?!' I could feel my legs shiver and my knees start to buckle. I guess I really couldn't hold it against Drake if he wanted to get with her. I mean, I had just been ogling her a second ago! She could easily pass for a model. Drake would be fucking psycho to turn a girl like her down!

'Holy shit… I think I'm gonna be sick…' I swayed a little and Cindy relaxed her hold.

"Are you, like, okay?" Her voice sounded concerned but one look at her face said she thought I was crazy.

"S-sorry," I panted, clutching the fence for support, "I haven't been feeling well lately. But, yeah Drake has mentioned you before. You're in a few of his classes." It pained me to even remember all the times Drake had gushed about this girl, mere weeks before we had ever... 'Don't think about it!' I bit my lip to hold my mouth shut. I can't remember ever feeling so nauseous.

"Oh good," Cindy sighed, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her chest. "I thought he might hate me." She looked up at me with a huge smile full of flawless white teeth. "You see, at a party last week, there was an incident with one of my jealous ex's. I won't bore you with the details. But I was worried Drake might have thought I didn't like him." Then she gave a delicate giggle. The sweet sound only made me want to empty my stomach all over the street.

"Although," she said as her face shifted to a more apprehensive look, "that rumor worries me a little too…" She trailed off and looked away, like she was talking to herself.

If I hadn't been sick and nervous before, I sure as hell was now.

"What rumor?" I asked with a quivering voice. Cindy looked at me in surprise, like she hadn't expected me to hear her.

"Oh, it's silly! I can't believe I even said anything." She smiled and shook her head. I was starting to get a little pissed.

"Just tell me!" I growled through clenched teeth. She looked back at me with a sad expression.

"Well, word around the school is that you and Drake are…" she thought hard for a moment, as if she was searching for the right words, "more than just step brothers."

It felt like a punch in the stomach. I suddenly had no air in my lungs. I took in a long ragged breath and covered my mouth with my hand. The worst possible thing that could have ever happened was happening right in front of me. Even though I felt horrified and lightheaded and queasy, I still turned bright red. Just remembering what Drake and I had done together made me hot. All that I had touched, seen, tasted, heard and felt… and I still wanted to do so much more. So much fucking more!

My face lit up like a Christmas tree in front of the last person I wanted to see it. I just couldn't stop. All I could do was stare at Cindy's face with a fearful expression. My mouth hung open uselessly while my brain tried to tie together any excuse.

"Ohmigod! It's true!" Cindy gasped, reading my face easily, "I like, can't believe it!"

"N-no!" I cried, trying frantically to hide it, "it's not true! Totally not true! I mean, look at Drake. He's the last person who would ever… and with me of all people? Come on," Saying all of this made my head spin. It was a lie and the truth at the same time. We did so many intimate things to and with each other, but Drake really was the last person you would expect, and it was mind blowing that he did it with me, of all people. It had to have been a mistake. With one last ounce of determination, I voiced my biggest fear.

"It's impossible."

"Really?" Cindy asked.

She must have been desperate if she believed such a transparent lie, but it would all be for the better if she did.

"Yes… he's crazy about you." I could hardly believe I had choked that last part out. I felt absolutely pathetic. Even now I was sacrificing myself for Drake.

"Oh wow!" Cindy gasped bringing her hands to her cheeks. I looked away as she blushed a dainty pink. I was seriously about to loose my breakfast all over the sidewalk.

"I believe you but…" she paused. My head snapped up and I started to panic.

Then I saw the look on her face.

Her once innocent eyes had closed into slits that glimmered wickedly. Her full lips had curled into a cruel sneer. My heart actually skipped a beat. I could feel evil practically radiating off this girl.

"You're going to have to prove it to me." She took three intimidating steps forward, closing the distance between us. I went as stiff as a board, wishing there was enough space behind me to back up.

"W-what?"

"Prove to me right now that you aren't gay. Kiss me!" She was pressing herself into me, her chest on mine and a slim thigh between my legs. I bet a million guys would give both their arms to be me right now, but all I wanted to do was run.

"I… I can't, I barely know you…"

"Do it, or I'll tell everyone!" She bared her teeth at me like a wild animal, a hungry look in her eyes, "The whole school will know about you two god damn fags!"

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Rage filled my chest and I immediately shoved Cindy away. She stumbled precariously in her red pumps before barely regaining her balance. She glared at me lividly. She looked like she was ready to take flight and start breathing fire.

"You are so going to regret that," she snarled. I tried to stare her down, but I knew it was all over. There was nothing I could say that would change her mind.

'Unless…' I suddenly got an idea. It was a desperate move at best, but I didn't have any options left. I couldn't let this happen without fighting it out to the end.

"You want the truth?! Fine! I'M THE ONE WHO'S GAY!!! The only thing Drake is guilty of is being fucking hot! I came on to him and he turned me down! That's all that happened!" I was practically shaking at this point. I could see Cindy stare in shock and I knew she believed it. But… just to make sure… "But a slut like you doesn't deserve him either."

Now it was Cindy's turn to gape stupidly with an open mouth.

"Excuse me?!" She said, her voice quivering with fury. I decided to keep going. I was gonna make damn sure I was the only one she had a grudge against.

"You heard me, you loose little hussy! Now get the fuck away from me!" I turned away and bolted down the street before she could say anything.

I had covered nine blocks in what felt like seconds. My legs and chest were on fire as I gasped for air. I felt the urgent need to just disappear.

Desperately, I rounded the corner into a park. I practically leapt over the dewy grass as I sped past the playground. Soon the trees became denser and denser until I was surrounded by shadows. For one brief moment, a cool breeze blew past me and I wondered if I could keep running until I reached the next state.

Suddenly, my foot caught a root and I fell, face first, into grass, mud, and rocks. The ground was so slick I skidded over an embankment and into a stream. My forehead hit something hard and spots swam across my vision. The water was freezing as well, which sucked what little air I had left from my lungs.

For a while I just lay there panting. My drenched clothes and soaking backpack didn't seem to matter as much as they should have. My skin started to prickle painfully as ankle deep water gushed past me. I rolled over until I was on my hands and knees, just breathing.

"I s-s-still... even after everyth-th-thing I…" my teeth chattered together violently and tears started to pour from my eyes, "It was all for Drake… everything I ever did was… nhg." Tears were streaming down my face now. I opened my mouth to cry but, my stomach lurched. My shoulders shook and my back arched like a cat. I threw up everything that was in my stomach. My gut was starting to cramp up as my stomach attempted to wring itself dry. My whole upper body felt like a stress ball being slowly crushed. At least the water was moving fast. If I had to stare at it I would be dry heaving way more than I was already.

Once I had stopped retching, I managed to settle my body into only a slight quiver. It was then that I felt something warm trickle down my cheek. I reached up to my forehead and felt something hot and sticky. I pulled my hand away and saw blood dripping from my finger tips to my wrist, covering my whole hand.

'Concussion,' my mind thought hazily. I crawled to the edge of the stream and drug myself up the sandy cliff. I slipped off my backpack and reached into a small pouch. I pulled out a pocket knife and started to cut into my sleeve. The cold water was starting to kick in now and I was shivering uncontrollably, so I accidentally jabbed myself in the arm a few times.

By the time I had finally cut off a piece of cloth, I was feeling very sleepy. With shaking hands I lifted the fabric up to my forehead and pressed it to my wound. The cool water that it was soaked in actually provided some relief. I leaned backwards and lay in the grass, letting sleep overtake my senses. The last thing I remember wondering before I blacked out was if anyone would come looking for me… and then hoping it would be Drake.

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Cindy finally reveals her evil inner self and Josh is more heart broken than ever! Are you on the edge of your seats yet? Please read review and enjoy!