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Chapter four,

Drake slept well that night, he was comfortable and relaxed, but at the same time he was excited and was anticipating the best. Playing his little game with Diana was more exciting than he had expected; he guessed it was the fact that they actually loathed each other, although, Diana seemed to almost push that to the back of her head, as if her hatred towards Drake was, slowly, becoming an afterthought.

Even though Drake slept well, before he drifted into his sick dreams, he caught himself thinking of her; the way she smiled at him that night and her kissing him first, and the way she almost never called him by his first name and her permanent smirk; these thoughts weren't sexual or loathing, they were almost in admiration and were almost pleasant thoughts, that sent him dreams that night of her, laughing, joyfully, and the way her face was sometimes hidden by her hair, and then the things that were the best for Drake, her anger and feistiness, her attitude, and of course, even though she wouldn't admit it, her sadism. He dreamed like this at first, but then, eventually, his subconscious returned to his usual dreams, screaming and red vision.

Drake might of slept well, but Caine was tossing and turning the whole night long, very restless and mumbling in his sleep. But Drake barely noticed before he fell asleep.

He woke on Sunday, well rested and in a good mood; the only thing that bothered him was the good dreams and thoughts he had had about Diana. It confused and worried him, that wasn't what he was about.

Caine wasn't in his bed and wasn't in the bathroom, he was either already at breakfast, or he had gone somewhere to sulk.

Drake showered and got dressed; he went down to breakfast, and didn't see Caine down there either, he shrugged, the more distracted and absent Caine was, the better for Drake.

He spotted Diana at one of the tables in the corner, by herself, staring into space and ignoring the food in front of her.

Drake sauntered over, casually, hands in pockets, and sat himself down opposite Diana.

"Hey," Drake said, he stole a rash of bacon off her plate and ate it with his hand.

"Oh! Um, hi." Diana had only noticed him when he finally spoke, she looked a little tired and out of it.

"Whatcha thinking 'bout?" Drake asked.

"Um… Last night." She said, embarrassed, she even blushed the tiniest bit.

"Oh. Hehe. Last night." Drake pretended as if he only remembered now.

"Listen, Caine won't find out, right?"

"What? You think I have a death wish? Of course he won't." Drake put on a reassuring smile for her.

She smiled back, the same way she had smiled the night before, a sincere smile.

"You look tired. Let me guess, you couldn't stop thinking about how amazingly sexy I am." Drake wiggled his eyebrows at her, playfully, teasing.

"Oh, yes, Drake! You were in my thoughts the whole night long! Even when I was in the shower!" Diana played.

Drake started at the sound of her saying his name, but recovered so quickly that she didn't notice.

"In the shower, you say." He chuckled and grinned, he was still wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yes! And I decided to sleep naked, just for you." She was still teasing tremendously, but she was smiling, a very sly, sexy smile.

"Well, how lucky am I?" Drake responded. He hadn't realized that during the conversation they had both been leaning more and more forward in their chairs, before the table stopped them from coming any closer.

Diana whispered, now, "Meet me in the library." She got up from her seat and walked away, leaving her untouched food on the table.

Drake gave a shark grin to no one in particular and walked back to his room to brush his teeth.

Drake walked into the library five minutes later. He guessed that Diana would be at the back, where Caine usually practiced. He found her on the table that Caine had lifted; she looked very small and young, her feet at least half a meter from the ground. He walked over and sat on the table, next to her; his feet flat on the ground, he looked at her and she gave him a quick smirk.

"Don't worry! Caine won't know anything." Drake ran his hand down her cheek.

She got off the table and turned to face him. He kissed her softly, the way he had the night before, she leant into it, standing between his legs. They kissed softly for a while, Drake remained seated on the table, but desire got the better of them, they started to kiss fiercely and passionately. Drake pulled her towards him. She had to stand on her tiptoes to accommodate his eagerness. Their tongues slid over and under one another's. Her hand slid to the inside of his thigh and he groaned.

"What the fuck?"

They both started at the sound of Caine's voice.

Diana hastily backed away from Drake, he remained frozen on the table.

There were a few moments of silence and Caine glanced at Drake and moved to Diana, his eyes darting between them, his mouth basically hanging to the floor.

Diana was completely frozen and silent.

"Soren, we were just-"

Caine flicked his right wrist and Drake went flying into the floor, the sound of his skull cracking against the floor made Diana shudder a bit.

"I know what you were doing! I just want to know the fuck why!"

Diana snapped out of it.

"Why? You want to know why? Because, Caine, I have needs, so does Drake. I AM A HUMAN BEING! And you never treat me like one!"

"Because you have needs! Really, Diana? Well you could've just fucked me then! But, I guess doing it with a sadist is more exciting. You know what Diana? That makes you a sadist! Yeah, Diana, you're a sadist WHORE!" Caine's hands were in tight fists.

Diana gasped a little and slapped Caine across the face, her nails scratched his cheek and small drops of blood welled up and mixed with the few tears on Caine's face.

Caine slapped her back.

He stayed silent and walked away. He left Diana standing with tears in her eyes and a few escaping down her cheeks.

Drake hadn't made a sound. Diana eventually turned around to look at him; he was lying on the floor, his face squashed against the carpet, his ass was in the air. He looked almost like a baby sleeping in its cot. Diana nearly smiled. She went over to him and kicked him lightly in the side. He didn't wake up. Caine really threw him hard. He was out like candle. She knelt down beside him. His eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted. He looked younger, almost peaceful. Diana reached out for his face and brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes. Diana tried not to think about it, but Drake was beautiful when he slept. An innocence came back to him which he had lost a long time ago. Diana tried to shake him awake.

"Drake, Drake, wake up." He didn't do anything.

She slapped him.

He sat up straight and their head's knocked.

"Fuck!"

Diana went tumbling onto her behind, she blinked a few times to see properly.

"Oh my God, OW!" Drake was holding the side of his head and trying to lie back down.

"Diana, what the hell was that for!" He looked really pissed.

"I was only trying to wake you up. And don't lie down. You can't fall asleep, you probably have a concussion."

"Soren, fuck you." Drake cursed Caine.

"He's not here."

"I know."

"Drake you have to go to the nurse."

"No way!" He tried to stand up, but the pounding in his head came back, "OW, OW, OW!"

"Wait here, I'll get Nurse Temple." Diana scrambled up and walked briskly to the nurses office.

She thought about Caine hurting Drake and suddenly got angry. How dare Caine do that! He has no right! I'll kill him- Diana stopped herself. Wait, am I actually concerned about Drake? Do I care about him? NO! I don't, I'm just pissed with Caine because he thinks he can do whatever he wants!

"Nurse Temple, there's been an accident in the library."