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And now time for Chapter 11!

DRAK'S POV

She passed out, the stupid girl. And it was me who was left holding her. Of course, I could have just let her fall to the ground – that's what I would usually have done. But I caught her. I don't know why – I just did. Sighing, I carried her over to my bed and laid her down on it. I sat down on the desk chair I had left beside my bed and sat there in silence, watching her. Waiting for her to wake up.

*6 MINUTES LATER*

DIANA'S POV

I woke up just as suddenly as I had fainted. I groaned and rubbed my head, which was still really painful. I used my hands to try and push myself into a sitting position, wincing. However, I found that all my limbs were in aggravating pain and seemed to refuse to co–operate with me. I hit the bed in frustration and closed my eyes. Abruptly, I felt a hand and a whip–hand supporting me and roughly lifting me into a sitting position. Opening my eyes, I saw Drake, his arms – well, one arm and a whip arm – wrapped around me. I struggled to get away from him, but that only made him tighten his grip on me, which was painful, therefore causing me to stop struggling. Drake smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. "You can let me go, you know." I said in a remarkably well–controlled voice. "I know." Drake responded, but didn't let go of me. I sighed and again closed my eyes. "Diana." I heard Drake's voice and opened one eye. Drake was now sitting right beside me, so close I was almost falling off the bed. I hadn't realised he'd moved. "What do you want?" I asked him.

His smirk widened, and he winked. "I'm not going to tell you that." He answered, moving closer to me. I edged away, and then felt myself fall off the edge of the bed. I shrieked in surprise and grabbed onto Drake. I landed on the floor with a dull thud. As I was holding onto Drake, he also fell down. Landing on–top of me. "Well, that was smart." Drake murmured. "If you hadn't been sitting so close to me, I wouldn't have fallen!" I said angrily. "Details, details." Drake muttered, rolling his eyes. I glared up at him. He smirked and leaned closer to me. There was a miniscule gap between us, so without stopping to think, I brought my head up to meet his. I could tell he was surprised, as his eyes widened suddenly before he looked coolly into my eyes.

Drake sat up, pulling me up with him, so I ended up almost sitting on his lap. He removed his hand from around my waist and gently placed it behind my head, pulling my closer to him. I gripped his shirt in my fists and kissed him passionately. I could feel him smirking. I rolled my eyes, before closing them. I could hear my heart beating; to me it felt as though it was going at 100mph or faster. The more… defiant side of me was trying to convince me that the swarm of butterflies that seemed to be flying round and round in my stomach was not because of Drake. Good luck with that… I thought as I slipped my hand up behind Drake's head, curling my finger in his hair.

All too soon, Drake pulled away from me. I opened my eyes, and as I suspected, he had an irritatingly smug smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes, although that only caused him to widen his smirk. "You can let go of me, you know." Drake said, mocking my words from earlier. I smirked; two can play at this game. "I know." I kept my arms around his neck, my hands still caught in his hair. This caused Drake to grin. Grinning, I rested my head on his chest. "What's your plan?" I asked him. Drake looked momentarily confused. "Plan? What plan?" he asked. I raised an eyebrow. "You're planning to take over the FAYZ." I reminded him. He didn't look as confused now. "Oh yes. What would you suggest?" Drake asked me.

"You have no plan." I said, and couldn't help grinning. It was a statement rather than a question. Drake scoffed. "Of course I've got a plan. It's go down to Perdido Beach, kill anyone who gets in my way, and then rule the FAYZ."

I laughed. "And how will you get down to Perdido Beach without being killed on the spot?" Drake frowned and shrugged. I sighed. "You realise that's what'll happen?" I asked him. "I know. That's where you and Astrid come in." he responded, his Whip–Hand tightening reflexively around my waist.

DRAKE'S POV

Diana looked up at me. "And what do we have to do?" she asked.

"The two of you will be my bargaining plans." I replied. Diana raised an eyebrow. "How will that help you take over the FAYZ?" she asked me. I rolled my eyes. "Because I'll tell the stupid kids that they only get you and Astrid back unharmed if they all do exactly as I say." I explained, running my hand through her hair. Diana glared at me. "Unharmed? You call this 'unharmed?" she snapped, pulling away from me and wrenching my Whip–Hand from around her waist. She stood up. "Fine, they'll get you back alive." I amended, although that only caused her to deepen her glare. "Good luck with that plan." She hissed, turning away from me. Sighing in frustration, I stood up, walking over to her. Standing directly behind her, I wrapped both my arm and my Whip–Hand around her waist, holding her tightly – just tight enough so that she couldn't get away, not tight enough to hurt her. "Diana…" I murmured in her ear. She turned her head to look at me, the glare still fixed in place on her face. "What do you want?" she asked savagely. I sighed again and spun her around to face me. I rested my forehead on her and looked into her eyes. "I want a lot of things Diana. Is there one thing in specific you were meaning?" I said softly. Now it was Diana who sighed. "Maybe…" she replied, tilting her head back. I saw her smile as her lips met mine.

Removing my hand from her waist and resting it behind her head, I kissed her fervently. I smirked as I heard her moan, her hands again twining themselves in my hair. I picked her up off the floor – she was a bit shorter than me, after all – and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her hands still tangled in my hair, she pulled my head closer to hers, kissing me eagerly. There was a sudden loud knock at the door. "Diana?" an anxious voice called.

I cursed as Diana pulled away from me, regret in her eyes. She unwrapped her legs from my waist and I let her go – just in time too, as Astrid had just realised the door was unlocked and pushed it open. "Diana!"

This is a bit of an iffy–ish chapter, I think, and I do know it was short but I didn't know what to write! I do know roughly what I want to happen, I just don't know how to get there. PLEASE let me know what you thought of this chapter – too much Drake/Diana, not enough Drake/Diana? Personally, although I quite liked writing this chapter, I'm not too sure about it. I think they're both quite out of character but I've been trying to keep them in–character as much as possible! Let me know what you though, please!