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OBSESSED

132 HOURS 24 MINUTES

To say Drake was upset about his current situation would be an understatement. He was straight out furious at the way Caine had ordered Amber to come along with him to "sort out their differences".

Who the hell did he think he was? And Diana. Sending him that goddamned pitying look as if he was unfortunate to be caught in this situation. Which he was, of course, however the last thing he'd ever ask for would be her sympathy. Especially not from her. He could handle himself, no doubt he could. The girl just caught him slightly off guard, that was all.

So he trudged down the First Avenue in the direction of the beach only after having arrived at an empty day care to find out that Mary and the twins were taking the children out for the day. He could faintly make out the sound of a second set of feet only a foot or so behind him, keeping up with his quick pace. Always keeping up, always right behind, yet so far ahead of him.

Drake felt the unease increase as he spotted the redheaded girl by his side. He acknowledged the sudden movement of her head as it turned for her to get a better look at him, yet his face remained blank, refusing to let her know that he had looked at her. Just like he had earlier when leaving the Towns Plaza, he sped up in hopes of getting rid of her, yet this time his ambitions were hollow as she kept up with him on the walk.

'You know Caine told me to come along so we could make up,' she informed him, as if that exact scene hadn't been the current occupant of his mind ever since it occurred. Now, he was convinced that she too had been thinking about it, yet knowing her, she probably viewed Caines words from a quite different aspect. 'I don't know about you, but I for instance believe it will be quite hard for us to become friends again if you refuse to talk to me.'

That was it. Turning around to face her, his fingers curled around her neck, slamming her up against the brick wall of the building they had just passed. A painful crack was heard as the back of her head collided with the wall, yet the only reaction he got from her was a twisted smile. Drake knew she had been expecting the reaction, wanting him to lash out, expose some kind of emotion, yet he couldn't contain his anger when her sick little mind produced those fucked up comments of hers.

Beaming up at him, Ambers glowing eyes locked with his own, seeing through him with those possessive, intimidating eyes of hers.

He let go of her, allowing her to collapse onto the ground. As she lay there, struggling to catch her breath, he spun on his heel, continuing down the street. He took a sharp turn on Ocean Boulevard and walked towards the cliffs where he spotted a number of short people, jumping up and down and running around. Drake gritted his teeth bitterly. He hated kids. And he hated Amber. And he hated Caine, and Diana, and Sam, and that stupid blonde, and her retarded brother, and those annoying girls working at the day care.

He was tired of having to run around doing all of Caines dirty work, and Amber really wasn't helping much. She was wearing on his patience as much as Diana was, if not more.

Once again the girl caught up with him, her face a light pink from having ran the last couple of blocks to catch up, her foolish smile never leaving her face.

Drake stopped about a hundred feet away from the children. Amber - too occupied with her own thoughts - slammed into Drakes solid back. He didn't stagger, his eyes never left the ongoing commotion by the shore, however he growled beneath his breath, infuriated by her, besides it for once having been a mistake.

When the girl tried to move forward, he held out his arm, stopping her, before he got down on the ground in a squatting position, peering over in the direction of where the two twin girls where standing with a boy he soon recalled was Sam.

He looked frantic where he was standing in front of the two girls, motioning his hands as his mouth moved rapidly. Drake couldn't hear what he was saying from such a distance, though he could tell that he was stressed about something.

Drake swore he hadn't blinked, however one of the girls was all of a sudden no longer standing there. In fact, she wasn't standing anywhere. She was gone. Just like so many had claimed, just like he himself would've witnessed at school had he only paid attention; she was gone.

He didn't know which of the girls it was who had gone, he didn't really care, however the other twin seemed to bawl her eyes out as she held onto Sams hand. His mouth moved again, however much slower this time. His attempts at calming her did not seem very efficient and all of a sudden, she too was gone, and Sam's hand was reaching out to what appeared to only be air.

Drake could feel Ambers intense stare on him, and for once he looked back at her, noting the confusion he felt mirrored in her eyes.

'Interesting.' he muttered.


'So what you're saying is that Amber is-'

'She's nuts,' Diana cut him off, her arms crossed, eyes big and weary. 'Mental, unstable, insane, crazy. Call it whatever you want, she fit's all synonyms perfectly. I mean... we're all a little cray cray, right? Like, that was the reason we were sent to Coates in the first place and all. However... I don't know. I've just been having an off feeling about her ever since she appeared and the documents just confirmed my suspicions!'

The young boy before her waved his hand at her as to decline her statement. He was back in his chair now, seated in front of the majors desk, his head propped onto his hand. He had an empowering atmosphere all around him, and Diana couldn't help it but notice how well his appearance was suited for such an important role of authority.

'Diana,' he said, leaning forward onto the desk and looking into her eyes. 'I believe you might be overthinking this.'

'I'm not, Caine.' she growled, gritting her teeth. She'd completely dropped the charming facade by now, and against her wishes she was now resembling a less intimidating version of Drake. She hated Caine. She hated how he would underestimate her. She hated how he would stalk after her on every occasion, with his tail between his legs like some lovesick puppy, ready to obey her at any order and then all of a sudden chose to dismiss her when a real crisis had appeared. One that she had valuable information on.

'Even if you were right,' he began, sending her a warning look from across the room. 'it's not as if Drake would be in any trouble. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself.'

'That's the thing,' she whispered, her bitter expression turning into one of unease. 'I don't think he can.'


Sooooo, I'm sorry for not having updated lately. On any of my stories, really. I have to admit that me, as well as just about all other fanfiction authors, have a lot of school work to do (plus social life, plus training, plus eating lasagna, plus going to the bathroom (which I do too much)). So unfortunately I've written tragically little this year, and what I have updated, is only original stories, unless you count the fanfiction I wrote for one of my friends last week as a birthday gift, of course. xD

Anyways, for all of you who are still reading; i am very thankful. If you want, you can leave a review and make me the happiest person alive. PMs are also lovely and I love to socialize. If you have any wishes for a story you want immediate update on, then tell me, and I'll see what I can do (after all, I got a review less then 24 hours ago requesting for me to update this, so here you go :)). Hope you're all having a lovely day and are still interested in this story. Personally, I kind of love it, but then again I am fucking weird, so who knows.

I'll try and update this within the time that the first (wo)man places his/her feet on Mars, but who knows, maybe not. xD Hope I will though, so stay tuned! Thanks again for reading! ;)