Drake

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22- "Traitors."

"What?"

"Come with me."

I stared at him as I shook my head in disbelief. The boy must be crazy.

"Why would you ask me?"

He rolled his eyes then, before holding his hands up.

"Can't you just say yes or no?"

I finished highlighting a piece of text in my book before looking up at him.

"You want me to come with you on a boys weekend away." I repeated, as he folded his strong arms, biting his lip.

"Shannon is going."

"She's Axels girlfriend," I pointed out, taking my glasses off to clean them on my shirt. I wore glasses when I was reading lots, which was definitely this semester.

"So?"

"Well what am I?"

"You're with me, that's all they need to know," he shrugged.

"I'm not."

"Jesus, are you coming or not? You don't have to."

We both knew I was going, but I made him beg.

"Have I got to share a room with you?"

"Unfortunately yes," he winked, as I nodded slowly.

"Ok, but I'm not fucking you."

"Victoria," he said slowly, rolling my name on his tongue as though he was tasting it. I shivered involuntarily as he gazed into my eyes, tilting his head to the side. "Believe it or not, I'm just wanting your excellent company and conversation, not your mouth screaming my name."

I blinked then, before looking back at my book. I knew my cheeks were burning because he chuckled.

"Yo, Anderson, you coming for food?" I heard Marco Greenwood holler, nodding at me in acknowledgement. Marco Greenwood was absolutely huge, and for that reason was the star lineman.

"You want anything?" Drake asked me, turning towards Franco who was already speaking to a petite blonde who had magically appeared by his side. I found myself drooling as I caught sight of Drakes forearms, which were all veins and muscle after his workout on the field.

"Earth to Victoria..." he waved at me and I feigned a yawn.

"No thanks. Unless they do yorkshire pudding wraps, I'm good."

"Huh?" he blinked at me, as I waved him off.

"I'm good." I repeated, as he grinned at me, walking over to join Franco.

"So..." I heard a voice drawl from beside me, as I looked up to see Greg. He looked slightly hungover, and was wearing sunglasses despite the cloudy day. "Are you the Quarterbacks girl yet?"

"Nope," I shook my head as he made a face. "Are you like, a glutton for punishment? Its clear you want to fuck his brains out whenever you're with him. Are you saying no to prove a point?"

I slapped my book shut, clearly the boys in my life didn't want me to pass my course.

"I'm saying no until I know he is for real. If I fall for him, I'm fucked. Physically and mentally. I just don't like being that cliche girl."

"Ah, so if he was studying say, biology and didn't like sports, you'd have bedded him by now."

"Who even says bedded anymore?" I laughed whilst he studied his boots.

"I've scraped my fucking boots."

"In answer to your question, yes probably."

He looked up at me in surprise then, his mouth in an 'o' shape.

"That is so unfair man. So stereotypical-"

"Well actually, it's not really my fault. Girls want him because he's an amazing football player who has a chance of becoming professional. That, coupled with his looks, makes him the target of all sorts of girls. I'm just trying not to be one of them."

Greg nodded thoughtfully as he sighed.

"So the fact that I love reading and fucking should make me more appealing than I am?"

"Oh god, Greg," I gathered my things up as he looked up at me.

"You're not his stereotypical type either you know. You know, all singing, all dancing cheerleader, wanna be footballer wife-"

"Wag. I don't wanna be a wag." I corrected him.

"What?"

"Wag. Wives and girlfriends. Of footballers."

"Wait. What were you two talking about before he left?"

"He's asked me to go on some trip with his mates. Apparently Shannon's going."

Greg stared at me as he chuckled.

"You're going? Well that's a commitment if I've ever heard one."

"Its nice, I'll admit. But I'm just gonna enjoy the time away to relax."

"Yeah. Of course you are."

"They've hired a lodge. Hot tubs, hot chocolate..."

"Hot sex?"

"Fuck off."

"I'm saying it, you're thinking it. If you resist him on this trip, then you just aren't that into him."

Resist Drake? In a lodge in the mountains?

Erm...

I would certainly try.

In fact, he would need to be able to party without sneaking off with some bitch like he was being paid.

Grrr.

The Trip

"Of course you can order pizza. Everywhere gets pizza delivered. It may be a shit hot lodge that makes you feel like its isolated, but it actually isn't. The party later is like, less than ten minutes away."

I picked up a healthy slice of pizza, dripping the cheese into my mouth as he shook his head.

"Do you want some pizza with that cheese?"

I couldn't answer as my mouth was stuffed with delicious goodness, but I made a face at him regardless. We were sat on 'our' bed cross legged, eating pizza whilst we waited for the evening to roll around. I'd told him I didn't mind staying in my room and reading, so he could go and join in with his friends who were messing around downstairs. He had refused, instead sitting in front of me with his hoody unzipped, revealing his bare chest.

"I was talking to Greg about you the other day."

"I bet that was fun," he said, demolishing another slice of pizza. I frowned, realising if I didn't up my game there would be none left for me.

"He thinks I won't be able to resist you on this trip."

His eyes met mine then, as he scoffed.

"What if I don't want you?"

"Decision made then, I'll go now," I teased, getting up as he tugged me back over to him with one hand.

"Nope. I said what if. Critical part of that sentence, Victoria."

I wiped the tomato sauce from his chin, as he grimaced.

"Sexy."

"So why were you talking about me?" He asked as I resumed my position on the bed. I filled him in, as he groaned.

"What, so you're making this hard because I play football? Jeez."

"No, you're making it hard because you can't keep your dick in your pants."

He raised an eyebrow at me, before grabbing his crotch.

"It's been there for some time, let me reassure you."

"Whatever, you just want me because you haven't had me."

He pushed the pizza box away, before scooting over to me.

"Nah, I want you because you are fucking insane. I've never wanted anyone like I want you."

Argh, this was dangerous territory.

"Bullshit. I bet you've said some similar things to your past conquests."

"Alright, what do you look for in a man?"

I was taken aback by the comment as I pouted, a habit I had whenever I was deep in thought.

"I am attracted to intelligence. Confidence?"

"Right. And sexually?"

"Drake! It can't always come back to that!"

"Of course it can," he scoffed, finishing off the last slice of pizza as I protested. "So imagine you meet Mr Intelligent. He's confident, and let's say he's funny. You go to kiss him and BAM! It's shit. Would you still sleep with him?"

I shook my head immediately.

"No, because that means the chemistry would be off."

"Exactly. So imagine you had just met me."

My heart was already pounding, as he stopped, looking thoughtful.

"If I kissed you, what would you feel like?"

He had me.

"Yeah, we kiss well-"

"Do we? It's been a while."

He grinned mischievously as I rolled my eyes.

"I need to get ready. You're a pig I can't believe you ate all the pizza."

"So you will need a shower, right?" his eyes drifted over my body, making my nipples stand to attention immediately.

Traitors.

"Drake, I'm locking the door." I said firmly, making him groan in protest.

"You are killing me."

"Good."

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