Monster You Made Me

Curiosity (Drake's P.O.V)

.Drake P.0.V.

Those painful times

So alone so ashamed

I'm not coming back

There's nothing to gain

Caution there's just no limits

To the boundaries you push

I warned you but still you just

Fuck with my mind

There's no escape from

This rage that I feel

Nothing is real!!

The smoke filters throughout the room, leaving me coughing. The weed brings up my mood a little bit as I get up and throw on my Doc Martens and leather jacket, heading out to my Harley. After revving the engine, I drive to 20 minute ride to school, pulling up as the usual bullshit goes on around me. Leaning against my bike, I light up a cigarette, and scowl as the high school prep walks up to me.

"Hey, Drake." Mina purrs as she rubs her hands down my arms. Pulling my arms back, I turn away and throw my cigarette, walking into the school. Not paying attention, I feel someone bump into my chest and look down to see a bundle of black hair in front of me. She hugs her arms to herself and looks up a second before walking away. That second was all it took to see the empty look in the girls eyes, the extreme hopelessness trapped within her. Turning around, I watch her walk to the front office and hear Barb, the secretary, saying her name.

Alex Anarchy...

Starting the walk to class, I see a crowd down the next hallway, spotting Alex talking to Mina, well more like Mina threatening Alex, and Alex doing nothing. Taking one step, I pause as I watch Alex tap Mina's shoulder and then throw her fist back, sending Mina to the floor with a broken nose, and then walking right by me into the class room. She chooses the empty desk in the back and I find my way to her, sitting beside her, curious as her smirk drops as soon as I sit down. Reaching forward, I pull her headphone out, and grin when she glares at me.

"You got some arm." She doesn't respond and after asking her a couple other questions, I get irritated and watch her smirk as she notices the look on my face.

"Oh look, at least there's some recognition that you're still actually in this room with rest of us." She simply shrugs and turns her attention back to the board. I wonder why she doesn't respond at all. Reaching forward to tap her shoulder, I watch her flinch back almost instinctively and furrow my brows, lowering my hand.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

She ignores me for the rest of the class, walking out at the end, without looking back, and this continued all our morning classes together. Lunch time came and as I walked in, her presence seemed to bounce off the walls in the far corner where she sat, alone, staring at the table. Going through the line up and stocking my tray with extra food, I walk over to her table and put the tray between us.

"You look hungry, we can share." She tries to not make any gesture, but her bottom lip is slightly moving from her nibbling on it.

"Look, you don't have to talk to me, or even look at me, just eat." Her whole bottom lip trembles now and she shakes her head slightly. Just as she's about to gesture no, her stomach lets a loud rumble and I give her a hard look until she slowly reaches out, with shaky hands grabs a croissant. Slowly, she raises it to her mouth, taking small bites and savouring them, with out try to be noticed, like they were heaven to her. She continued to nibble on that one croissant until the warning bell rang, and she grabbed her bag, walking slowly out the door without saying a word. Sighing, I get back up and head to my next class.