A/N: I am super sorry for the long wait! I've been busy with building an extreme project, staying up till 3 in the morning, and I used all my free time to sleep; it's been really hectic around here. Anyways, I hope that this chapter makes up for the long wait, again, I'm sorry and I hope you enjoy it! Thank you everyone for sticking around, and make sure to vote and comment! ✌️&❤️!
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The next morning, I woke up bright and early. If I could've, I would've stayed in bed, but for two reasons I couldn't. One was the fact that I had already skipped out on a day of work, and I needed to get back before my boss found an excuse to fire me. The second reason was because, for some reason, I felt the strong urge to just not be around Drake. I don't know why, but I just woke up feeling that way. We didn't go to sleep on good terms, and it just didn't sit too right in my mind.
Work; it went smoothly, I guess. Besides, the early rush hour and the boss on our asses, it seemed normal. It wasn't the best job in the world, at all, but it made me money. The money that I needed to go visit my nephews and to get out of this town. Just because Drake was back, it didn't mean that I had to stay here behind. He carried on with his life without a care in the world, and now it's time for me to do the same.
I hate my life, deeply and with a passion. And if I could take it, I would, without a doubt. But there's a stupid feeling in the back of my mind, a little voice, telling me to not go that route. At first, I thought that the voice was saying that this wasn't the route to take to kill myself, so I took multiple other routes. They all either ended with the outcome of me either waking up the next morning, or someone catching me before I tried anything stupid. And that's when I realized that killing myself wasn't the answer. It basically turned into me fighting to survive life then.
As I snapped myself out of my thought, I caught a glimpse of Drake entering my workplace. I silently cursed under my breathe and quickly scurried to the back. I was in slight panic mode. I didn't want him to see me here, I didn't want to see him here. I needed my own time, by myself, AWAY from Drake. Being away from him for these years, the one thing that I still hated about him was the drama that he brought with him. It's always with him no matter where he goes. He was a dramatic scene waiting to happen!
"Hey, no running!" Kyle exclaimed once he saw me running.
"Sorry, emergency."
He stopped what he was doing and turned to me with a smirk. If there was one thing that I knew Kyle loved, it would be drama. He found it amusing, especially if he could be a part of it.
"Well! Don't just stand there, tell me!"
I rolled my eyes at his bluntness.
"You know that you can act like a guy best friend sometimes, right?"
He dramatically sighed.
"It's my second nature! Now tell me!"
"Him." Was all I said before pointing to Drake. By now, he was at the counter, talking with Lexi. Some part of me, the sick part obviously, felt some type of way about seeing the two talk. It just didn't sit too right in my stomach.
"What about him?"
I shook my head, "Long story. But, Kyle, could you please make him go away? I'll do almost anything you want."
He narrowed his eyes, a mischievous look playing on his face.
"Anything, you say?"
"Almost! Almost anything I said! Now, please, make him go away!" I whined, at the same time pushing him out.
"Fine, but you owe me."
"Course!" I smiled. He grumbled some words under his breath before turning and walking out to Drake.
