Mind Games and D.I.D

26. It was a pretty fucked up thing to do and not know why.

The next day Drake finally returned back to school and the atmosphere between him and Damian was tense.

"Hey," Drake muttered as he quietly approached them all.

"Sup, man," Steve was the only one to really greet him in the usual manner. "How's the face?" He asked while glaring at him hard. Drake nodded as he sat down without making eye contact with any of them.

"I'm sorry for it."

"We know," Steve replied in an understanding tone.

"Yep," Lenka added while Damian stayed quiet.

"Are you okay Drake?" Tammy asked sweetly.

"Yeah."

"So that just leaves Ferrie," Morgan thought out loud. "Does anyone know how she is yet?"

"No," Steve answered for himself and apparently everyone else there.

"Someone should go to her place, maybe?" Christine suggested.

"I will," Damian stated finally. "After school."

"Let me know what you find out," Steve muttered before placing a cigarette between his lips. "Anyone keen for a banger tonight?"

"No, Steve," Morgan answered.

"Oh, sorry," he snickered while glancing at Drake momentarily. "I mean, party. Crazy Tuesdays!"

"No, Steve," Christine reiterated. "Can we maybe keep it to the weekends?"

"Yeah," Lenka nodded.

"I'd be keen for a drink on Friday," Damian agreed.

"Definitely," Morgan added.

"Ugh, fine spoilsports," Steve rolled his eyes at his rather currently dreary buzzkill group of friends.

By the end of the day the tension between Damian and Drake had not withered a bit and Drake hated it. They had been best friends since they were kids, and since even before Ferrie was in the picture. After he'd found the courage, Drake took a deep breath before getting out of his car and anxiously walked up to his door and knocked on it with a small shopping bag in tow. Damian soon opened the door and appeared awkward as he saw him.

"I was just about to leave again..."

"I know. Look man, I am so fucking sorry about everything that happened. You don't know how angry I've been with myself about it. It's seriously the stupidest, biggest, dumbest fucking mistake I've ever made and I truly fucking regret it!"

"Oh," was all Damian could muster.

"I don't like how it's been between us this past week and I'm over it, man. It's been too damn hard not being your friend and I can't stand this anymore..." Drake emotionally blurted out, then held out the bag with the whisky and CD in it. He held it out to him for five seconds with no response before Damian then stepped in and hugged him.

"I'm sorry, too. For hitting you and all. I was just so angry."

"It was fair," Drake replied as their hug ended. "Here," he said, handing the bag to Damian. "It's your favourite whisky and the new slipknot album."

"Dude, awesome! I was planning on getting this. Thanks," Damian gratefully accepted. "Come in," he stepped back and gestured before placing the bag on his small kitchen counter and leaning back on it.