Hey guys! I'm back with another round of torture and dirty going-ons for Camry and Drake. I know most of you probably aren't into what THEY are, but if you have any ideas or if you want to see anything in particular, I'd be happy to write it in! Just pop me a review or, if you're too embarrassed for that, a private message. Promise I won't tell or give credit unless you ask for it, so seriously, I'll write in ANYTHING. Ok, that's it. Cheers!

Oh and by the way, the song is one that anyone out there who's a Directioner would know. It's "I Want" by One Direction. (3 3 3 Louis T! 3 3 3)

Sometimes they liked to play games. They were actually doing just that when the 'Poof' happened. It was one of the few classes they shared together-Camry being one of those "loser geniuses" as Drake had once put it. But Camry sucked at science and she sucked at math and she hated history, so they had those classes together. But she was in advanced English, advanced lit. studies, Drama II, and a different Health class.

At the time, they were in math class. It was his favorite time to torture her because it was the one class where they shared a table. In biology she sat across from him. Her lab partner was some dweeb in glasses with scruffy hair. He wasn't very smart and all he did was provide commentary that annoyed his three tablemates. Drake spent a lot of time threatening him into silence. In history, she sat across the room because his last name began with M and hers began with E.

But in math, they had two person tables and sometimes Drake liked to creep his hand along her leg, up her thigh and directly into her panties. And of course, because it was in class, she couldn't make a single sound or do anything about it. Drake's favorite times were when the teacher asked her to answer a question and she had to work hard to make her voice not shake. It was even better when she had to solve a problem and walk the teacher through it.

Mr. Montgomery poofed out exactly 8.79 seconds after Camry came, which was probably a good thing because he'd decided to try pinching her clitoris when she orgasmed and it had been much shakier than usual, and had involved a very surprised expression.

The second he disappeared, a riot practically broke out. But Drake didn't care. When he saw that their teacher was truly gone, he wiped his hand off on Camry's blazer and proceded to grab her around the waist and pull her into his lap to start making out with her. Finally, when he heard Caine calling his name, he pulled away from her. "Dammit," he said sarcastically. "I was hoping to do it on the table, in front of all these kids."

She sighed but crawled off of him. He patted her rear end. "Go down to the dining hall. Sit at our regular table. I'll find you."

Shouldering her bag, Camry left the classroom and made her way down to the cafeteria. The massive room was far too dramatic to most people. But she liked it. It reminded her of Hogwarts or St. Sophia's School for Girls. If she tried really hard, she could even see it as part of The Hunger Games or Sisters in Sanity. Every once in a while, she imagined that it was from How to Ditch Your Fairy.

As soon as she sat down, Camry fished a worn out paperback from her shoulder bag. It was her current favorite "light read." Dragonlance. She absolutely adored Raistlin. Somehow, he reminded her of Drake. Angry, alone, but somehow, still attractive. Powerful, but using it to help others only grudgingly. Yes, he and Raistlin were very much alike in her mind.

The next thing she knew, people were raising their hands in some sort of vote. "What's going on?" she asked one kid. It was some third or fourth grader. He didn't know her. He didn't know that everyone ignored her.

"Voting for our leader," he said. Then a couple of older kids pulled him away and started whispering to him, all the while glaring at Camry.

Camry raised her hand. "I vote for whoever the majority is voting for," she announced. "Because I don't really care. Oh, is it Caine? I like him, he's a sociopath. He'll be really good at his job. Like…like David in The Enemy."

"Shut up!" someone behind her snapped. She felt a textbook slam against her shoulder.

There was a sharp cry of pain from the boy behind her and she spun to see him on the ground, his lip and nose bleeding profusely. Drake kicked him in the ribs again, hard, and slowly made his way over to her. "You okay?" he asked softly, just loud enough to be heard in the crowd of kids. She nodded and he smirked, satisfied. "Good, I don't like anyone else beating on you. That's my job. Now get up and come with me. We're going to find Caine and Diana."

She slid out of her seat, stuffing the 700 plus page book into her canvas shoulder bag and followed him out of the vast room.

Caine wanted her to drive. She figured it wouldn't be too hard, so long as he didn't put her in an automatic. They freaked her out. Luckily he found a nice car with a manual engine for her to drive. She drove down with Drake in the car beside her, the engine sputtering nervously sometimes, causing the car to rock a bit. She quickly recovered the vehicle by pushing down on the clutch. Still, their car was the last in the procession.

She figured that was probably a good thing.

As they pulled into the town, she said, "I hope they have a library."

Drake just snorted. "Shut up, you fucking nerd."

She shrugged. "I was just thinking out loud."

"Well think quietly instead. You're annoying the hell out of me." He flipped on the stereo and snorted. "What's this crap?"

At the exact same time, Camry cried, "Oh I love this song!" and began to sing along. She was pretty average, and her voice just couldn't hit the same pitches that the boy band could, but all the same it was amusing to Drake to watch her bob her head and try to keep up with something that seemed to be repeating the words, "I want, I want, I want-but that's crazy! I want, I want, I want-and that's not me! I want, I want, I want to be loved by you!"

Finally, though, her antics grew tiresome and he pinched her, hard. "Shut up," he groaned. "You're annoying again."

Camry just laughed at him.

Finally, they reached the edges of Perdido Beach. "Park there," Drake said, pointing to a spot just behind Caine. He got out of the car and she followed obediently. "Wait here," he told her as Caine's group headed into the church. He turned and pointed to the car. "Sit," he ordered. She sat on the hood of the car. "Stay. Don't move."

Without another word, Drake turned and walked away. He didn't bother looking back to see if she was sitting. He already knew she would be, just as he knew that she'd still be there when he got out again. She'd be perfectly obedient and wait right there, as loyal and willing as a puppy.

Sometimes, in the back of his mind, Drake found that just a little bit unsettling.