Mind Games and D.I.D

36. What is it between you and Ferrie, anyway?

That weekend Drake spent Saturday at Jessica's house.

"Can I ask you a question?" Drake asked as they sat together on the end of her king-single bed.

"Yes?"

"Um... don't hate me for asking this, but what is it between you and Ferrie, anyway?"

Jessica sighed, knowing the question was bound to be asked.

"You really want to know?" She asked like it was a boring subject to which he nodded. "Back in middle school, she stole my boyfriend," she admitted. Drake looked a little underwhelmed.

"That's it? That's where all the hatred came from?"

"Initially."

"What happened?" He asked, letting his curiosity get the better of him. Jessica took a breath.

"I won't bore you with all the details. But before that, we didn't really know each other. Then I started to like this boy, named Aaron. He was the kindest guy I had ever come across and we were getting really friendly."

"Right."

"We were hanging out a lot and I really liked him and was buying him stuff, then all of a sudden Ferrie caught wind of him and got her claws in there. A few days after that, he didn't want to know me anymore and had started dating her. I can't remember for how long, but it wasn't long before Damian, I think."

"Just before high school?" Drake guessed, knowing his best mates dating timeline. She nodded.

"Then, when we got to high school he was gone and she wasn't. End of story," she eagerly concluded.

"Would I hear the same story from her?"

"I wouldn't bother with that cunning little slut. Even if she were to remember him, she'd twist it around to make me look like the bad one, I'm sure," Jessica huffed. Drake appeared a little shocked with her reaction.

"I'm sorry, Jess. I believe you," he uttered sincerely to win back some brownie points with her.

"Thank you," she just smiled and leaned into him for a hug. "That's what really pissed me off when she tried that shit with you."

"Huh?"

"The kiss," she reminded him. "How pathetic. I'm glad you pushed her off."

"Mmh,"Drake just nodded, not trusting himself to speak and possibly ruin the cleanimage she had of him and the relationship entirely.

Steve spent his Saturday doing not much beside gaming in the second lounge since he didn't have any drinks or social activities to prepare for.

"Steven," his thin silver haired mother, Lucia uttered as she entered the room and glared at him.

"Huh?" He responded without looking at her.

"I've been looking for my grandmother's heirloom baker's container to leave you some biscuits in, but I can't find it. Have you seen it?"

"Nah," he replied simply while primarily focusing on his heavy action gun-fighting game.

"I thought it was in the pantry or kitchen cupboards, but I just can't seem to be able locate it."

"Not a clue."

"That's very odd, Steven. I swear I've seen it in there multiple times. Yet when I go to use it, it's not there," she said with bewilderment.

"Weird," Steve exclaimed nonchalantly. "Is that all?"