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Oh yh, some of you may dis this this chapter a bit, but for what I have in my killer mind it works. Just keep in mind, I'm DIFFERENT not CRAZY ;D
Chapter three-Shivers and Dimples
I sat on my bed, kinda bored actually, thinking of stuff I could wear to the damn party Caine was dragging me to. I exhaled loudly, and dropped my sketch pad on the floor. I twirled my crazy hair up and stuck my pen and my pencil in there to hold it up securely. I looked out of my window and absently worried where my little ginger dog had gone. I had let him out for a pee and he hadn't come back. It upset me a lot. But stuff happened, and I got over it. Except for the fact that Drake had told pretty much everyone that me and Caine were having sex. Every time I saw Drake I made the point of dropping my abnormally heavy bag on his foot. And when I saw even the tiniest little grimace, it made me smile. Like I've said before, gods, Drake made me laugh so much.
As well as me dropping my bag on Drakes foot and probably making it swell or something, he also now sported a black eye and chipped tooth after Caine threw him at his door after he came into my room. It probably hurt him, but it was pretty funny to me when Caine told me. I sat back down to do my history homework, but I drew a lady bug that skittered around on my page. I thought about giving it a friend maybe, and I felt a flutter by my ear. I gave it quick scratch and pulled my hand back down with a sharp gasp. Suddenly, there were two little ladybugs in my tiny room. I had the window open. It must have been a fluke; there was a polite knock on my ugly door. I decided it was ugly a while ago. I groaned and got up to answer my door. If it was Caine or Diana, they could come in. If it was anyone else, huh, dunno. Well, they had better step back if they didn't want a sore nose.
I opened the door to a fat pink face. I couldn't stop the flash of annoyance at Ms. Hermann's untimely knock at the door. "Yes, mizz Hermann?" I drawled. Ms Hermann put her hands on an imaginary waist she would only think she could have. "I had to come and see you about your science home-..." and then she was gone.
I jumped. "Mizz? Mizz Hermann?" I called to no one. I stepped out the confines of my tiny room, I mean, was Penny doing this just to annoy me? Well, I didn't like her, and she didn't like me even more than I disliked her. ... But Penny was on the fourth floor. Maybe not then. Where was Hermann then? Unless she was like Taylor. That was doubtful though. I walked to the end of the corridor, where there was a teacher twenty-four seven, y'know, in case of fights and stuff. So where was everyone? I jogged to the stairs, and looked down. Nothing. No one. I gasped and turned around, starting to freak out a little, when someone laughed from down the stairs. I exhaled in acute relief. Bloody hell, but that still didn't explain Mizz Hermann's apparent disappearance. 'Hmm,' I said to myself, and went down the stairs. I blinked, pausing on the ostentatious wood staircase. My eyes were stinging a little, but I shook off the watery sensation and carried on. Someone, a little boy I think, but the shout was so whiny it could've been a girl, shouted a shrill help. And again, louder as I neared the Great Hall. I sped up my pace, then pulled the nice red pen out of my hair and drew a baseball bat on my arm. I brushed the drawing and it leapt into my hand, and I tested it out, giving it a quick wave. Nice and light. I decided to try and enter the Hall as quietly as possible, instead of a screeching a mighty battle cry, and probably just embarrassing myself in the process. I slipped in, not really that quiet, but the person in there didn't seem to notice.
Crappers. It was Drake. Except he was nailing a little boy to a table by his jumper. I remember Diana telling me Drake was a sadist. Figures. The little boy turned from where he was being nailed by his jumper, and he shouted to me. "Please help me! He's hurting me!" Drake turned, a furious look of annoyance plain on his features. It turned into a sharks grin. He pushed the boy-and-table under the stage. "Why?" I gestured to the whimpers coming from the stage cupboard. "He was annoying me." Drake said to me.
"I've annoyed you all term and I don't see no nails in my jumper." I tugged my jumper with one hand to illustrate my argument. "You do annoy me. But I'm... What's the word?" Drake took a slow calculated step towards me, and I hefted my bat in silent warning. He took another step towards me, and I tried to poke his eye out with the bat, jabbing it forward quick. He knocked the bat out my hand and I growled at him as the bat clattered on the floor, rolling way out my reach. "Ooh, fierce!" Drake stepped forward fast and tried to get me in a hold. He almost got his arm around me, but I ducked and sorta head butted him in his gut. I think it winded him for a second, but I didn't look back as I sprinted toward the stage cupboard to free the kid. I didn't see the hammer Drake had dropped on the floor when I came in. I went sprawling onto my face. I lay there, stunned for a second, until I remembered that Drake was still here, so I crawled forward to try and get up, but I felt a strong grip on the back of my jumper, pulling me up. Jeez, I was gonna kill Drake if I lived through this.
He pulled me up and put a firm arm around my waist and a hand over my mouth. My god! I was not some kind of rag doll to be thrown around, crikey. I tried to twist out of his grip, but he just laughed and altered his hold. Drake leaned down to me. He was maybe three or four inches taller than Caine, so he was maybe a head and a half taller than me. "I'm... interested in you." Drake whispered to me. Oh my god, now I was almost shocked really. I stiffened and Drake held me too tight against him. "You really are quite small aren't you?" I bit his finger that had ventured too close to my mouth. "Ouch, that wasn't very nice was it, Flick?" I stamped on his big foot and tried to shake myself out of his grip. "Why are you even with Caine? He doesn't trust you y'know. But I don't think you trust him either. But that's just me. He would just use you like he uses me. Don't you think?" I stayed still, listening to Drake's monologue. Does Caine trust me? I wasn't sure now. I sighed, and Drake must have felt my body weaken, and he spun me around while I was preoccupied with my thoughts. "Oh!" I gasped as he moved his hand to the small of my back. I glared at him and asked him why. "Why am I doing this?" He laughed quick and low. I felt my heart beat faster, and I gave myself a mental slap. Something about his expression made me think he could feel the powerful fluttering of my heart. "I'm doing this because I want you to be with me, not Caine." I faltered slightly and frowned up to him. "But why me? Maybe not Diana but what about ... Marla, or maybe Katrina?" I would have shrugged but my arms were trapped in Drakes grip. "They're terrified of me. Except for Diana, but she likes someone else. And your in her way, too. You don't seem to be scared of me, even while I'm holding you. Are you?" Drake raised an eyebrow, and smiled at me, showing me a chipped canine tooth. Diana liked Caine? My best friend liked my boyfriend?Then I noticed something I never noticed before, because I had never really looked at Drake properly. I started to giggle in his arms. "Didn't think so." He stated, looking rather happy. Then he looked questioningly at me. "What are you laughing at?"
"I never noticed, you have dimples!"
"So?"
"It just seems so weird, thats all." I sniggered at him, and he tightened his hold so he could use his hand to touch my face. His touch was different to Caine's; firmer, altogether nicer to be honest. It made me shiver.
"Umm... may I?" Drake leaned in, hesitant.
"What? You wanna, like, kiss me?"
"If you don't mind."
"As long as you don't tell anyone about this," I gave him nudge with my foot. "Okay?"
"As long as you dump Caine I won't tell a soul." He winked at me and I blushed scarlet.
"Can I still try and be friends with him? He is nice to me, y'know."
"Deal." Drake looked up and tugged my pencil out of my hair, so it tumbled down my back in crazy waves. "Pretty." He said, more to himself than me. I was mildly flattered. Drake let my arms go, to hold my hands a little more than gently. I was a little nervous to put it mildly. Drake grinned again and I relaxed a little, then his lips touched mine briefly, like when you test the bath water with your toe. I glanced up to see Drake with a sly smile playing across his features. Our eyes met, and I closed my eyes. A few seconds later, I felt his warm lips play against mine. His hands left mine to explore my back and knot in my hair, while mine wrapped around his lanky frame. Caine didn't love me, it made sense. I was more powerful than him, to an extent. He didn't want me against him; because he knows he would lose. Drake, however twisted he was, was telling me the truth. He crushed harder to me, and I pulled back to rest my head on his chest. My eyes were stinging again, but I ignored the irritation. "I believe you. Give me a couple of days, I'll come see you. And let that kid out of the cupboard, too." I smiled languidly at him, and he, as usual, grinned back. "First floor, 13th door on the left."
"Naturally." I left Drake grinning like fool, and I went to find Caine, and see where the frig the adults were.
Happy new year everyone! I've changed the story a tad due to a request I had, and I thinking about it, and to be honest, it works better than I expected. Thank you Strawberry-Fluff! I can't remember if I posted you a ta for your review, so I'm thanking you now. :) plus, writing will cease to a pinecones pace since school starts soon, so please stay with me! ;)
