The Genius Freak and The Bad Boy

Chapter 7

The next day felt like Drake never left for college. I woke up to his annoyingly chirpy voice saying the most cliché line to ever exist in this world, well, at least part of the line anyway.

"Rise and shine, sleeping beast!" I growled at him under my breath.

"I stand corrected," Drake dramatically announced and I flipped him off, still snuggling comfortably even further into my bed, completely oblivious towards the bucket full of ice prepared right by my bedside until it was tipped over my head and its contents drenched me.

"DRAAAAAAAKEEEE!!" His booming laughter followed through after my screech that echoed through the empty house. I groaned in annoyance and dragged myself out of bed lazily to make my way to the bathroom and clean myself up to get ready for school. When I finished my morning routine, I set my hair brush on my vanity table in a not-so-ladylike manner and exited my room, not even having the guts to glance at my used-to-be warm and comfortable bed. Sometimes I wonder why I ever wanted him home. But just as that thought came, a whiff of chocolate chip pancakes greeted my senses and the entire thought just left my mind in an instance. I didn't waste a second in bolting down the stairs, through the living room and into the kitchen.

Have I told you how much I loved my brother? A.k.a his pancakes? Unlike me, he actually has the ability to use the kitchen utensils without having to worry about the 98% chance that he would burn the whole house down.

I settled down on the counter and took a napkin, tucking it over my collar and picked the knife and fork up with my hands and did those unusual/creepy cannibalistic grins.

My brother, used to my antics, didn't even spare me a look. He simply set my plate of pancakes before me and let me wolf out on it without uttering a single word as he took a seat opposite of me and ate his food slowly, taking his sweet time.

"Have I told you I love you?" My words were muffled by the pancakes I had stuffed into my mouth, and my cheeks probably looked like it could burst any second then. He made a face and just for the sweet pleasure of disgusting him even further, I opened my mouth wide and tried doing a grin.

Let's just say I failed miserably and started choking, almost ending my life just to make my brother feel slightly uncomfortable and disgusted. But on the bright side, his expression was definitely worth it. I gulped down the water and coughed a couple of times before clearing my throat and hitting my chest a few times.

After the delightful breakfast, I took my hoodie and tied my hair into a low ponytail and wore the helmet Drake bought me for my thirteenth birthday, ready to mount the motorcycle. It's been like this ever since Drake learnt how to ride. He'd just drop me off wherever I wanted to go.

I know, he spoils me too much.

I hugged Drake's waist with a secured grip as he revved the engine before pulling out of our driveway. We sped through the morning traffic and I couldn't help but grin behind the plastic shield of my helmet as I felt the wind brush against my exposed neck under the helmet. I never realized how much I've missed the rush that riding Drake's bike gave me. He brought his keys with him to College to make sure I wouldn't do anything "reckless" while he was away. In other words, so that I wouldn't try riding his baby and have fun while he was tormented by his professor in college through countless of boring lecture.

What was supposed to be a thirty-minute ride with the bus was covered in ten minutes flat with Drake's speed. I grinned as I realized that I finally have time to walk and not run to class. I got off the bike and passed him my helmet before giving him a hug goodbye while still grinning. He grinned back and let me go.

"Pick you up at 3?" He asked. I nodded and smiled before waving and heading into the building. I heard the vroom of his bike speeding off into the road once again and proceeded to walk across the school's parking lot. I could feel the stares from the other students. I wasn't sure why they were staring so much but I figured that I didn't want to know anyways. I simply couldn't find it in me to give a crap, I was just uncomfortable with the amount of attention I was receiving despite having to deal with it for practically my entire high school life.