Lex's POV
Being with Drake Merwin has its pros and cons.
Pros:
-Nobody messes with you.
-Drake can be disconcertingly sweet.
-Taylor's head is in a blank coma of awe.
-We went to a Billy Talent concert for our first date. So turns out having something in common does work out.
-I love seeing the suspicious looks on our teachers faces when we arrive late together, and then hearing the teachers whispering, "Are those two together? Oh, that's not good…"
Cons:
-Drake has been… mostly apathetic lately. You know how there are people who are average-mean to you and when they get close to you, they're always either buddy-nice with you or making fun of you? Drake is one of them.
-I have Caine mocking me.
-Diana's mocking me.
-Turner's furious.
-My dad is flipping out. Which could be a pro because it amuses me that much.
Overall, it's kind of cool. Drake Merwin is someone that nobody has really raised any standard for. I think he's like Bones from Gentlemen by Michael Northrop. Less douche-y, perhaps, but almost as extreme. Anyways, it's a once-in-a-lifetime thing to be dating the school bad boy and I'm loving the looks we get from everyone else. Not necessarily good looks, but I'm easily amused by everything. It's like having a partner in crime sometimes, though Drake's usually the one who gets in more trouble.
I'm still the new semi good-girl who's dating Merwin. Psycho boy.
He's, like I said, very apathetic. He's taken to punching my arm whenever he sees me. Either that, or basically smashing his teeth into mine. I see his gums and lips bleeding sometimes after he does that (braces = meat chopper) so I wonder why he still does. Well, I can tell this is going to be kind of an abusive relationship.
"Caro, are you going to English?" He's approaching me now, hair funked out over his face, which usually means he just showered. A sharp punch to the shoulder and an arm looping my neck.
"Uhm, I guess? 'Cause it's English, you know? Kind of crucial to succeed in life? What do you have in mind?"
"I was thinking we could take off and do something fun." He tilts his head back and rolls his neck back and around so that I can hear some cracking noises.
"You're such a pedo."
"I steal little Spanish girls from their boarding schools. It's terrible. Really, it is. And then I steal their first kisses too. And a whole lot of other firsts."
That's not meant to sound wrong. Or maybe it is. You can never tell with Drake. What he meant, I guess, would be first date and first boyfriend.
"Had a terrible night—"
"What, you had a dream about me?" He laughs at this.
I roll my eyes, trying to suppress a grin. "Taylor stayed up moping about missing some Jonas Brothers concert. Which is okay if she was whining about how she spent fifty dollars on her ticket, I mean, but instead, she was whining about how she couldn't see Nick's awesome hair."
"I know the feeling. Caine was sobbing about his parents in his sleep." Drake clenches his teeth. "Jackass kept me up till three."
Okay, I admit that Drake can be a little… mean at times.
"Don't be like that." I pull my mouth up in a sideways smile. "He has reasons, I mean."
"I guess. It's just really annoying. I mean, if you're going to be a little girl, do it by yourself in a hole somewhere like everyone else in the world does. I mean, like I—" Drake cuts off sharply and keeps walking.
"Does Drakie cry at night in a hole too?"
"Don't turn into Caine." He snaps this so sharply, I jump.
"What the hell, Drake?"
He shakes his head. "No, Caine has been calling me Drakie. That's all."
"No sorry?"
"Sorry, 'guess."
The idea bemuses me. "Caine Soren calls you Drakie?"
"Yeah. He's a weird guy." Drake laughs but there's a visible shadow across his face.