Hey, guys. So, this is my next chapter focused more on Diana and Drake. I tried to incorporate a little more comedy. I want to thank everyone for encouraging me, I really appreciate it. This one's also set before the FAYZ and it's about how Drake went looking for Diana's file. I hope you enjoy. Please comment and tell me how you think it is. Thank you :D

Diana Ladris.

Drake really disliked Diana Ladris. The way she walked, the way she spoke. Everything she did was a challenge directed towards Drake.

She would prance around the halls of Coates Academy, in her arrogant way and smirk at everyone who walked by like she was just so superior to the rest of mankind.

Drake had tried incessantly to break her. He had done almost all he could to see under that tough façade she always wore, to rip that smirk from her face, to ignite fear in her dark, mysterious eyes. But nothing ever worked.

So, Drake found himself heading towards the principal's office at two in the morning to search through his file cabinets and find the file on Diana Ladris. There would be something in there that he could use against her; there was something like that in all of the Coates Academy student's files.

He jumped out of the window of his dormitory room that was, luckily, only on the second story of the building, making the land less painful for Drake.

Then, he walked around the outskirts of the school, carefully avoiding each of the school's security cameras, to the main office.

He strolled around the large building towards the window of the office. He could basically sleep walk to the principal's office from any one of his class rooms, he had been there so often.

But, when he reached it, he found something very wrong. The window was already open halfway, just enough to fit a smaller body through.

Drake reached into his pocket and grabbed the switchblade his father had given to him when he had turned ten, claiming that he was now a man and needed a weapon of some sort. It was not a great weapon, but in Drake's hands, it was deadly. Drake always carried it around with him, just in case he ran into situations similar to the one he was in now.

He drew out the blade and, as quietly as possible, lifted the window a bit further to fit himself through and crawled in.

When he was inside, he glanced around, seeing no one.

Maybe whoever it was left, Drake's mind told him.

No, Drake knew when he was not alone. And he was not alone at all that moment.

He glanced up at the security camera and saw that someone had already accomplished the task of covering it with a Coates Academy girls' blazer.

Drake walked over to the wall lined with cabinets.

"Who's there?" He asked in his most threatening voice, moving his switch blade around so that it would reflect the light of the moon outside and show whoever was in the room with him that he was armed.

He strolled by the file cabinets, glancing around the room as he did.

"Mr. Merwin," A female voice said, mocking their principle, Dr. Wiley's, low, croaky voice to perfection. "Carrying weapons throughout Coates Academy campus is strictly forbidden."

He recognized the voice before he spun around and saw her.

Diana was standing in a space between two tall cabinets, hidden completely from anyone who wasn't directly in front of the wall. It was very possibly the only good hiding place in the small, nearly empty room. She looked overly casual, leaning against the cabinet to her right, examining her nails.

She met his surprised gaze and smirked.

"What were you planning to do with that, moron? Stab me?" She questioned, standing.

"Something like that," Drake told her, his grip on the blade tightening.

She laughed humorlessly. "Killing someone in the principal's office is not a really great idea if you don't want the principal to find out you were sneaking in. Or, you know, get put in prison for the rest of your life." She walked out of her hiding place, strolling around the room like she owned the place. "But, then again, you're going to end up in a cell eventually, right?"

"What are you doing here?" Drake asked, wishing he had something better to say.

Diana turned towards him and Drake noticed that she wasn't in uniform, but instead a small, red nightgown, covered up modestly by a bulky leather jacket that made her look, as much as Drake hated to admit it, a little dangerous. If she had run into Caine instead of Drake, she would have probably give him a heart attack.

"Probably the exact same thing you are," She mumbled, sitting on Dr. Wiley's desk, knocking the silver plaque that read "Dr. Robert J. Wiley" from his desk with a flick of her fingers.

"What's up with the gang look?" He asked before he thought about it, motioning to her jacket.

"Am I not feminine enough for you, Drake?" She asked, putting a hand against her heart as if this news came as extreme surprise to her.

Drake gave her a look. "Why are wearing that? It's not cold outside."

"Are you trying to get me to take it off?" She asked slowly, giving him a look that almost made him blush.

She was just sitting there, making a big fool of him, and he had nothing to say in response to any of her snarky comments.

"Maybe you should start wearing more clothes," He snapped, glancing around the room for no particular reason.

"Ah," She said, extreme amusement clouding in her eyes. "So, I'm too tempting for you and your man needs, then."

Drake wanted to kill her. "You're awfully modest tonight."

She laughed openly, flicking her long, dark hair over her shoulder. "No, Drake, you're just giving me a lot of material to use against you."

She stood, walking towards him gracefully.

"Maybe you should go back to your dorm," She told him.

He shook his head. "I don't think so."

"Well, you're not looking at my file while I'm here," She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm not letting you look at mine, either," He said, mimicking her smirk.

"Well, then, what are we going to do, stand here for the rest of the night?" She asked, hiking an eyebrow.

"No one's holding you here, Ladris," Drake told her, leaning against the file cabinet in the space she had previously been hiding in.

She laughed. "That's funny, Drake. But if anyone's leaving, it's you."

"Well, then, I guess we're just stuck here together. What should we do with this fabulous opportunity? Bond?"

Diana shrugged, running her hand through her hair. "I think I already know as much about you as I can handle, Drake."

He laughed. "You don't know anything about me, Diana."

She stared up at him with dark, unreadable eyes.

"Okay," She said after a minute. "What's your favorite color?" She asked, looking expectant.

"Blood Red," He answered easily.

She mimicked a look of shock. "Really? Now if I had had to guess, that would have been my last choice!"

"And what's yours?"

"Brown," She said, sitting back down on Dr. Wiley's desk.

"Ah, like the color of your beloved Caine's eyes," Drake mumbled, smirk growing.

She rolled her eyes. "No, a darker brown."

"Ah, like the color of shit," Drake corrected himself.

"Like chocolate, actually," She told him, tone a little annoyed.

"You like chocolate?" He asked, thinking about it for a minute. "I'd have thought you'd like something that would suit you a little more, like human blood."

She sighed, now more than just a little aggravated. "And what's your favorite food, Drake? Besides innocent little children, of course."

"Nothing tops innocent little children," He commented dryly. "What's your favorite hobby?"

"Anything that doesn't involve bonding with you," She said. "Yours?"

"I like to model. Haven't you seen the posters of me all over Limited Too?"

"Favorite movie?"

"Beauty and the Beast."

"Considering how this whole bonding thing was your idea, shouldn't you be taking it a little more seriously?"

"Oh, Diana, when did I ever say I was kidding-?"

He was interrupted by the loud sound of the office door opening.

Diana's eyes widened and she shot Drake a look.

"Can we make it out in time?" He asked, motioning toward the window and beginning to walk towards it.

There was the sound of keys jingling in someone's hand and the door began to unlock.

Diana acted quickly, leaping up from the desk and grabbing Drake, then pushing him against the wall space between the file cabinets, having to flatten her body against his to hide herself entirely.

Drake, absolutely shocked, was about to react on how he usually did when someone touched him and push her away, but the door opened.

"Who's there? This is security!" A male voice came from the doorway.

"Damn it," Diana mumbled under her breath.

Drake shifted uncomfortably. He had never been remotely close to a girl before. In fact, he had never been this close to anyone before. And it felt beyond bizarre. He knew Diana was considered attractive by every straight member of the male sex, but he had never really thought of her that way. And now, he was so close to her, he felt her body against his, heard her breathing, and received the warmth radiating from her. And she smelled amazing, like some type of wild flower.

But the whole thing made Drake feel so strange, that he almost preferred for the security guard to find them.

The guard walked right by them that second, flashlight in hand.

Drake guessed that he was in his late twenties. He was tall and buff, with short, cropped black hair.

"I can take him," Drake whispered to Diana, taking his switch blade out of his pocket.

"Shut up and don't even think about trying anything that stupid," She snapped.

"Who's there? I hear you! And I'm not leaving this place until I find you" The guard shouted.

Diana looked up at Drake, giving him a look of pure hatred, and then she took a deep breath, shoving off her leather jacket.

"I cannot believe I'm doing this," She mumbled.

And before Drake could ask her what she was doing, she grabbed a hold of his neck and brought his head down to hers and kissed him.

Right on the lips.

In the middle of the principal's office with the security guard right there.

Drake was too stunned to move at first, but he forced himself into action and began pushing her way, having no idea what she was doing.

She gripped him tighter, forcing his mouth open… Suddenly it wasn't so bad.

What the hell is going on? Drake's mind shouted at him.

Diana grabbed Drake's switch blade, shoved it back into his pocket and grabbed his arms, wrapping them around her waist and pulling out of their hiding place a little.

"Hey!" The guard yelled, turning towards them abruptly.

Diana let go of Drake and screamed, as if she hadn't noticed the guard before.

The guard shone the light towards them, examining the situation. He saw Diana's jacket on the floor, then Diana, who looked startled out of her mind. Then, he examined Drake, who was still staring at Diana, jaw hanging in astonishment.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing here? This is not a make-out room!" He scolded, and then got a better look at Diana. "You're not supposed to be here," He said, a little more softly.

If Drake had been a little more aware, he would have scoffed, but now, all he could think of was the fact that Diana Ladris's tongue had just been in his mouth.

"We're so, so sorry," Diana was saying, her hand against her heart as if she were trying to calm her heart rate. "The window was open and we were afraid someone would see…You know."

Drake, taken aback and just so happening to be in the middle of swallowing at that moment, doubled over and began to choke.

Diana reached over to him.

"Are you okay, babe?" She asked, slamming her hand down against his back with a painful force while trying to look like she was helping him.

He winced in pain, and pushed her hand away, straightening and taking deep, calming breaths.

"Sorry, you just must have really startled him," She explained to the guard, who was too busy staring at Diana in her skimpy dress to even notice Drake. "He's really, really sensitive, you see," She said sympathetically.

"Well, I did make quite a lot of noise when I walked in here," The guard said, slowly becoming suspicious once again.

"We were a little…distracted," Diana explained, actually managing to blush.

The guard glanced over at the security camera Diana had hung her Coates Blazer over.

"Who put that there?" He asked, motioning to the camera.

Diana turned to the camera like she didn't know what he was talking about.

"Oh, that wasn't us," She told him. "I already had a jacket," She said, motioning to her leather jacket that was sprawled on the floor by Drake's feet. "And I hope it wasn't Toney's," She said laughing lightly and motioning to Drake. "I'm pretty sure the blazer he generally wears is for males."

The guard smiled at her appraisingly and Drake almost felt bad for Diana because of the way the creep was looking at her.

"All right, well, I'm going to have to escort you guys out," He said to Diana, not even bothering spare a second glance at Drake. "And you can't come in here again. In fact, you're not even supposed to be out of your dorms."

"We're so sorry. I knew it was a mistake, but Toney just really wanted to have his first time," She explained, managing to get them out of trouble and humiliate Drake at the exact same time.

"Well," The security guard told her. "I'm going to let it slide just this once, all right?"

Jesus Christ, Drake managed to think. This guy is such a dumb ass.

Diana smiled, and let out a big, relieving exhale. "Thank you so much, sir!"

He returned the smile, and stepped towards her, put his oversized hand on the small of her back and began escorting her to the exit. Drake followed without thinking twice about it. Everything had taken on a dream-like quality and Drake considered the option that he might actually be asleep.

But just in case he wasn't, he continued following Diana and the creepy guard out of the building.

When they reached the exit, Drake grabbed Diana's arm, pulling her away from the guard and out the exit.

"Well, thanks for the second chance," He called back to the guard. "Pamela and I won't do it again."

When they were far enough away from the building, Diana jerked her arm away from Drake's grasp.

"Pamela? Really? Pamela? That's disgusting."

"It's better than Toney," Drake retorted. "And I told you that you should start wearing more clothes."

"Well, it was because of the way that perv liked this night gown that we got away," She argued.

"That is not a night gown," Drake said. "That thing doesn't have enough fabric to be considered a shirt."

Diana turned towards him. "Speaking of clothes, you owe me a new blazer."

Drake chuckled dryly. "But people seem to like you so much more when you're not wearing jackets, Pamela."

"Oh, Toney, stop being so jealous," She responded, walking again. "And decide whether or not you want me to wear more clothes."

Drake stared at her for a minute in silence. The humor of the situation they had just been in dissolved into the air.

"You kissed me," Drake stated bluntly. "And you saved me all in one day."

"I did," Diana said simply.

"I'm afraid," He told her.

"As you should be," She turned to the right, walking in the direction of the girls' dormitory. "By the way, I'm size small in women's blazers," She said over her shoulder.

Drake stood, staring after her, watching her until she disappeared behind the building. Then, he turned right back around and walked right back to the office, sneaking back in through the same window. The idiot security guard hadn't even taken Diana's blazer away from the security camera.

He saw Diana's leather Jacket that had been left abandoned on the floor and grabbed it, knowing that if he returned it, she would know he went back in to look at her file. And he would get rid of his before she had a chance to come back in there and search for it.

He opened the "L" drawer of the cabinet labeled "J-O" and found the file "Ladris, Diana", smiling broadly in triumph.

He scanned through the file, his eyes stopping on the word "sadist".

Diana's a sadist? He thought in confusion

Then he saw something strange. A little smiley face was drawn at the side of the word. Drake suddenly felt very suspicious.

He took a glance at the top of the file and saw the words written there in bold print: The file of Drake Merwin.

Drake's jaw clenched and he threw the file back into the drawer, not bother to close it. He jumped out of the window, slamming it shut behind him, which the security guard had also neglected to do.

She had already gotten a chance to look at his file, exchange it with hers and hide hers away before Drake ran into her.

He had disliked Diana before, but after tonight, he hated her more than anything else on the entire planet.

And he was going to make her pay.