Drake

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27: "Girlfriend?!"

"What?"

"Do I need a parrot on my shoulder Greg?"

"I mean, fucking him is one thing but- girlfriend?"

"Fucking him twenty four seven kinda means boyfriend," drawled Shannon, who had now decided we could permanently call her that. Apparently Axel thought it was incredibly sexy, as if that was all that mattered.

I felt my cheeks colour as Greg chuckled, shaking his head at me slowly.

"You whore."

"Erm, first of all I'm not fucking him twenty four hours a day, seven days a week thank you very much Shannon."

"Dude! We barely saw you-"

"Urgh. Shut up!"

"Speak of the devil," Shannon grinned as the football team filed onto the field across from where we were sitting. A gaggle of girls were watching them play from the sidelines, and Shannon eyed them suspiciously.

"Who the fuck are they? Pfft."

"Calm down, Senorita," chuckled Greg as he watched them with interest. "They're just fans. I mean, who wouldn't want a hot, sweaty footballer looming over them-"

"Whatever. I'm meeting Axel guys...catch you later?"

I stood up, stretching as I slid my sunglasses on.

"I'm starving. I need food."

"Me too," declared Greg, slinging his arm around my shoulder. "Maybe if those girls see I've got a hot girl on my arm they will scurry over..."

"Like rats?"

He grimaced then, as I stole a glance at the field. My eyes locked onto Drake, who was staring at me with a strange expression on his face. Was he...jealous? I waved at him as he nodded back, jogging towards me as his team mates groaned.

I tried not to stare at him as he tugged his helmet off, gazing at me with those come to bed eyes.

"Nice outfit," he smirked, his hand slipping around my waist as he pulled me up to him roughly. "Looks better off though," he whispered in my ear, his lips brushing my cheek as I smiled.

"You're insatiable."

"I know. There's a party on Friday night, will you come with me?"

"I can't, I've got to study," I sighed as he cocked his head at me with interest.

"So study all day Saturday. I'll help you."

"I bet you will..."

Our lips met then as I heard Greg clear his throat awkwardly.

"Uh, hi. Sorry, I feel really fucking odd just standing here whilst you eat each other..."

I kissed Drake lightly on the lips as he laced his fingers through mine.

"What time do you finish?"

"Um, two. I've said I'll go to Greg's to study for a bit...are you free later?"

Drake glanced at Greg with annoyance, but smiled instead.

"Yeah baby, of course. Call me, yeah?"

"Yeah," we stood looking at each other for a moment, before I heard Greg groan.

"Food, woman."

"Love you," I said, as Drake grinned at me.

"Right back at you baby."

He jogged back to his team as I turned to see Greg staring at me in shock.

"Wait- love?"

"Greg. You're starting to piss me off."

He stuffed his hands in his pockets as we walked, and I tried not to dance with happiness.

"You love him?"

I turned to him then, as he gazed at me sadly.

"I didn't think it would be serious between you, I mean you're highly intelligent and he's-"

"What? He's what?" I demanded, suddenly angry. Greg and I had become firm friends, but his sudden dislike of my relationship status was beginning to irk me. I switched my bag to my other shoulder as I glared at him.

"I'm sorry. Totally out of line," he held his hands up as I nodded coolly.

"You're my friend Greg. Don't be jealous of Drake."

He nodded, flipping his hair out of his eyes as he shrugged.

"Fine, fine. Let's go eat. Then study."

I had a sinking feeling Greg wasn't fine at all, but I didn't want to have it out with him here. When the time was right I would speak to him about it properly.

Later that day I found myself spread across the floor in Greg's room, after two hours of solid studying.

"Remind me again why I took this course?" I groaned, as Greg chuckled.

"To meet me," he smirked, handing me a coffee. I took it gratefully as he stood up. "Come and sit outside. I need some fresh air."

I followed him outside to his garden, which was stunning. It backed onto a field, and we sat on the steps sipping our coffee together, watching the sunset.

"Do you miss England?"

I felt a pang of homesickness in my stomach as I sighed.

"When someone mentions it I do."

He turned to rest against the wall, gazing at me as he did.

"Sorry, I was just curious. I'd love to go."

"It is nice. Bloody freezing though."

"I bet. I'm glad you're here though," he looked up at me as I smiled.

"Me too."

We sat in silence then, when his mother opened the back door.

"I've made chicken fajitas if you guys are hungry?"

Greg glanced at me before shaking his head.

"Victoria is leaving soon-"

"I'd love to stay for tea. Thank you," I said sweetly as she sent Greg a strange look. She nodded, before returning to the house.

"I thought you were seeing Drake?"

"I'm spending time with you first. I'm not going to just off my friends like some people do," I rolled my eyes as he chuckled.

"I can't think who you are referring to."

I finished my coffee, as my phone alerted me to a text.

Drake: I miss you. How long till I see you? X

I'm just going to eat, so maybe an hour or so? X

Drake: Am I sharing you with Hamlet??

Sshh. Jealousy is so unattractive. X

"So shall we go eat?"

Greg's voice interrupted my thoughts, as I snapped my head up with surprise.

"Yeah, sorry."

I began to scramble up to my feet when Greg held both my hands, pulling me up.

"Thanks. Every girl needs a male best friend."

"Yeah, that's me. Dutiful sidekick."

"I'll help you find a girl, Greg. If that's what you want."

He dropped his gaze then, as I realised our hands were still laced together.

"I'm not desperate, dear."

"No, you're just picky."

"Very high standards," he said, brushing my hair out of my eyes. "I only want the best."

I lifted his hand to my lips, kissing it lightly.

"And why not? You deserve the best."

He dragged his eyes away from mine then, creating a distance between us as he tugged me towards the kitchen.

"Speaking of the best, wait till you try my moms fajitas."

I pushed away the confusion I felt from the close encounter, but felt better when I saw the spread on the large table.

"Wow, how much food?!"

"My mom always makes enough to feed an army."

I sat down as Greg handed me a plate, which I rapidly filled with a warm tortilla, spicy chicken and salsa.

"You forgot the cheese," tutted Greg as he handed it to me. I sprinkled it over my tortilla before smiling at Greg's mom, Sandy.

"Thank you so much, this is gorgeous."

"No sweat hon. Fajitas keep in the fridge for some time, so don't worry if you can't manage to finish it all off," she chuckled, as I groaned with delight. "Have you told Victoria about the party?"

Greg frowned, shaking his head as he tucked into his own tortilla.

"Men," she rolled her eyes at me, before leaning forward excitedly. "We are having a party next week for our anniversary. Its mainly just family and friends, but poor Greg gets bored out of his mind. Why don't you come? If you don't have plans already?"

I nodded, wiping the salsa from the corner of my mouth.

"It's on Saturday, so about ten days away. I hope that's enough notice?" She looked at me hopefully as I grabbed my phone, checking my calendar.

"No plans, I'll be there."

"Ah great. Greg will be pleased. He normally sneaks off to his room with a bottle of Bacardi to escape us old things."

"I am here, Mom," he sighed, as he tucked into his second fajita.

"Oh theres no forgetting you being here. All that lip smacking and contended grunts could only belong to you," she chided, as I stifled a giggle.

"Apple pie for dessert, I hope you've got room," she declared, standing up to go to the kitchen.

"You don't have to come. Its mind numbingly boring, filled with boring relatives and-"

"Nope. I'm coming. I need to get them a gift. How many years have they been together?"

He gazed at me for a second, before shaking his head.

"Thirty years."

"Wow!" I exclaimed, as I created my second tortilla.

"I know. Less for murder and all that..." he mumbled as I shook my head.

"No, I think it's lovely. My parents would've been together forever, I have no doubt."

"Yeah, I guess it is. Look, skip dessert if you need to go, I'll cover with Mom. I'll explain the 'just friends' thing to her again," he chuckled as I shook my head. I suddenly felt content and happy, my stomach filled with the delicious food, my mind stimulated from the incredible company.

"It's fine, Drake said he can pick me up whenever," I said airly whilst he nodded.

"He's a good one."

"I know."

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