Chapter Seven: In Pursuit of a Relationship
Two months, three weeks, one days and ten hours previously
Diana's POV
Caine had just walked into her room like he owned the place. He never knocked. He really needed to learn about privacy.
'Hello Caine,' Diana said coldly looking up from her worksheet and stretching her hand which hurt from writing. 'I see you have yet to learn the art of knocking. What if I had been in a compromising position?'
She smirked as Caine blushed and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
'Sorry,' Caine said not sounding sorry at all as he chucked himself into the desk chair. 'Drake just kicked me out of our room.'
'In a bad mood is he,' Diana smirked once more twirling her pen in her hand. 'I wonder why.'
Caine shrugged. 'I suspect girl trouble,' He joked not knowing how close to the truth he was.
Diana laughed and went back to doing the worksheet she was doing.
'What's that?' Caine said pushing the desk chair across the room to sit next to her. He looked over her shoulder.
'A plan to take over the universe obviously,' Diana said seriously not looking up from the paper.
Caine glared at her.
'Ok, jeez, it's the physics homework.'
'Crap, what physics homework. I haven't done any physics homework,' Caine said. 'Can I copy yours?'
Diana shrugged 'It's wrong.'
Caine looked over her shoulder again. 'Question five, what is the Milky Way an example of?'
'Somehow I don't think the answer is a chocolate bar,' Diana said.
'It doesn't matter,' Caine replied running his hand through his hair. 'I just need to have something I can give in.'
'Then go and get your sheet.' Diana sighed.
'It's in my room.'
'Then let's go and get it then,' said Diana sensing an opportunity to annoy Drake some more.
She got up and led the way. About a minute later Caine had thrown open his door. Diana was about to tell him about privacy again when Caine stopped dead and made a sort of choking noise. Diana looked at what he was staring at and stopped dead as well. Jenny was pressed up against the wall with her legs rapped around Drakes waist while he kissed her furiously. Drake had obviously heard them come in. He spun round dropping Jenny on the floor.
Diana thought it looked painful.
There was a moment of awkward silence while everyone stood too shocked to move.
'Well Drake,' Diana said breaking the silence. 'I guess my theory on you being a closet gay was just that. A theory.'
'Shut up Ladris,' Drake snarled.
Jenny stood up looking flustered. She straightend out her clothing. 'Well,' she said. 'I think that this is my que to leave.'
She shot out the door before anyone could object.
'Good night Caine,' Diana turned to leave.
'But what about my-'
'Do it yourself,' Diana ran to catch up with Jenny.
'I didn't know Drake liked girls,' Diana said when she caught up with her.
'So you said,' Jenny smirked.
'No, I mean I didn't think Drake liked girls or boys,' Diana corrected.
'I didn't think I liked boys either,' they had stopped outside there room. Jenny leant against the door so Diana couldn't open it. 'But girls,' She looked Diana up and down and licked her lips suggestively. 'They're a totally different matter.'
Diana stared at her unsure until Jenny cracked a smile.
'Relax,' she sniggered 'I'm joking. And even if I wasn't, I really don't think you would be my type.'
Diana made a face. 'I take offence to that.'
'Well don't. I'm very picky,' Jenny smirked.
'You don't seem to be,' Diana said as she flopped on her bed. 'I did just find you getting it on with Drake Merwin of all people.'
Jenny frowned. 'He's hot, a good kisser and completely incapable of love. What more would I want?'
'Hang on,' Diana looked at her. 'You say it like being completely incapable of love is a good thing.'
'Maybe it is,' Jenny said. 'Love is dangerous and false. When someone loves someone else, people get hurt and in the end when the pains at its most they realise that there was never any love in the first place.'
Diana opened her mouth and closed it again. 'Who hurt you?' She finally asked.
'Huh?' Jenny seemed to break out of a trance.
Diana considered repeating the question but decided not to. Jenny wouldn't answer anyway.
'I bags first in the shower,' she said after a moment.
Drakes POV
Two days later the whole school new about Drake and Jenny's relationship.
Including Drakes shrink.
'So tell me about your girlfriend Drake,' he said.
Drake glared.
'Ok...' He said 'Do you love her?'
Drake glared some more.
'What do you talk about?' The shrink asked.
'It varies,' Drake said grinning 'Last night we had a pretty heated debate on whether guns were better than knives. I thought guns she thought knives.'
The shrink wrote something down.
'Three days ago you got into a fight.' The shrink seemed concerned. 'You're not going to hurt her again are you?'
Drake smirked. 'Not unless she asks me too.'
He gulped 'Is that likely?'
Drake laughed sadisticly 'No. I don't think she's into that kind of stuff.'
The shrink nodded slightly. 'So do you still dream of hurting animals Drake.' He seemed keen to move of the topic of Jenny.
'No doc, I dream of hurting you.'
He gulped again. Drake laughed. The truth was he dreamed about Jenny but he wasn't ever going to tell anyone that.
He thought back to the night before. They had been lying on his bed. Jenny had been flipping a blade open and shut.
'Do you ever stop?' Drake had asked.
'Stop what sweetheart?' She replied innocently.
'Playing with that thing. It's sad.'
'It's not, you're just jealous of the attention I give it.'
'No I'm not. And it is sad, guns are so much better.'
'Is that so?' She teased.
'Yep, there deadlier.'
'Less personal.'
'Knives are messy.'
'I like messes dear,' She rolled on top of him and smirked 'I thought you did to.' She whispered
'I do.'
'Then you like knives.'
'Yes, but guns are better.'
'Knives are more accurate. You can choose exactly where to cut.' She ran a finger down Drakes face as if to demonstrate.
'Harder to carry lots of them.'
'Unless you're trained.'
'Which I suppose you are.'
'Not really. I just find really good places to put them,' she whispered.
'Naturally.'
'Naturally.'
'Can I kiss you now?' Drake had asked.
'Since you asked so nicely.'
She had leant forwards and their lips had met.
Caine's POV
Later that night Caine was walking from the main building to the boys dorm when he heard them arguing.
'You didn't have a right to do that,' Drake was saying.
'There was a teacher just around the corner,' Jenny insisted. 'You would have gotten an instant detention.'
'So,' Drake hissed.
'So I'd rather have you spend that time with me rather than in detention,' Jenny said. 'You're free to beat up people as long as it doesn't shorten our time together.'
'Are you telling me what to do?' Drake accused.
'No I'm just-'
She was cut off by a large crack which Caine knew was Drakes hand colliding with Jennys face.
Caine waited for the backlash. Jenny would never stand for what Drake just did. But the backlash never came.
'Don't start hitting me Drake,' Jenny said warned. 'I might have to hit you back. That's not something I want to do.'
'I'm sorry; I didn't mean to lash out. I just...'
'I know,' Jenny said in a voice that Caine had never heard her speak in before. 'Just don't do it again.'
Caine moved away. Had he really just witnessed that? Drake had actually slapped Jenny, his girlfriend, and walked away unharmed.
