Well, because of all the wonderful reviews I have decided to continue : ) This one's a little short, but huge for the plot. I don't really know exactly where I'm going with this, so if anyone has any suggestions please do inform me. Also, I got reviews asking for Drake, so, valá, here he is :D If you wonderful readers want anyone else involved in this story, please do inform me and I'll try my best to include them Thank you
For the second night in a row, Drake snuck into the principal's office. During class that day, he had replayed the events of the previous night in his head over and over. He needed something to help him bring Diana down. Leverage to draw her towards him and then push her to the ground.
Then, it came to him. Just like that.
Drake strolled across the principal's room calmly. He glanced around for a minute before he found it. The other security camera that was so oddly placed, he usually forgot it existed. He was hoping Diana had, too.
His eyes landed on it and his lips curled into a slow smile.
Carefully, he reached towards it, as if moving too fast might scare it and make it run away.
His hands curled around the small, old-looking camera and he cautiously pulled it off its hook on the wall.
The camera's battery was charged almost completely and Drake panicked, hoping that someone hadn't grabbed the tape before he could.
He rewound the camera for what seemed like ten minutes before Diana flashed through the screen. His smile grew larger. He slowed the camera and watched as Diana walked in the camera's view again, stood there for a minute, holding a file- probably Drake's- and laughing to herself.
He didn't need any more. That was enough to use against her.
Carefully, he put the camera back in its place.
He walked over to the other camera and grabbed Diana's blazer which still hung over it. He ducked under its line of sight and walked towards the window, hoisting himself up on its frame.
He glanced back into the room chuckling to himself before jumping out onto solid concrete.
He glanced around and, coincidentally, spotted the Bitch herself walking with Caine right in his direction.
Her eyes met his and narrowed suspiciously.
Drake approached them smoothly, smiling deviously.
He tossed the blazer in his hands to Diana and it fell to the ground before she could grab it.
Her astonished expression made him even happier. She knew. She knew he had something against her now, but he could tell she had no idea what it was.
I laughed at her, relishing in her panic.
"I'd give you back your leather jacket," I said with false sincerity "but I've already put it up for sale on eBay."
I walked away, not waiting for a response.
Diana Ladris, I've got you. I've finally got you.
Thanks to the reviewer who pointed out the typo in chapter three! I appreciate it