Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)

"Don't Judge A Person By Their Reputation." - Chapter 31

3rd person p.o.v.

After lunch, Drake walked around the beach, deciding to hit on any chic that crossed his path. He just didn't want to be at the house where his two older brothers were with their new girlfriends, nor his other siblings that were bickering. In his time of walking around, he got quite a few numbers and some girls slapped him, but all out, he was succeeding. As he waked around, he saw a girl with long, wavy brunette hair, sitting on a bench reading a book. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a red and black checkered flannel, and all white converse. Naturally, he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame and walked over. "Hello, sexy."

"Sexy and out of your league." The girl said as she moved her hair to one side, keeping her eyes on the book placed in her lap.

"You can't resist me." Drake said as he basically eye-fucked her.

"Please. Never would I ever date a cocky asshole like you." Mariah said and shook her head. She didn't have to look up to know who it was. She could detect his voice from a mile away. She didn't introduce herself earlier because she was at work.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Drake spoke then added, "Feisty. I like that." He then took a seat next to her.

She rolled her eyes and turned her head to him. Her eyes were a dark brown that pierced through Drake's mellow brown eyes. "If I give you money, will you leave?" Mariah asked.

He bit his lip when their eyes met. She was quite stunning and the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. "Hey, I like money, but shouldn't I be paying you?" Drake asked with a grin.

"Not a slut, nor am I a prostitute." Mariah said and closed her book. "Nice to see you again, Drake."

"And you, Mariah." He smirked. "What a beautiful vocabulary you've developed." He added.

"Goodbye, Drake." She forcefully smiled before grabbing her book and walking off.

Drake was quick to his feet and to follow her. "Hey, don't be like that." He called as he caught up to her and kept at her fast pace. "You don't even know what I was going to say."

Mariah stopped in her tracks. "Were you not going to attempt to pick me up?" She asked, keeping her gaze at the ground.

"Pfft. What? No." Drake attempted to deny, but only gave himself away. "Okay, maybe, but-"

"Goodbye, Drake." She sang and began walking again.

Drake followed. "Come on. Give me a chance. I'm great." He boasted.

She stopped again and turned on her heels. She took in his appearance of black and white converse, loose light blue jeans with a black belt sat loosely on his hips, and a black tank top concealing his toned chest. "Okay, fine." She started and smirked as Drake grew excited. "-But you gotta prove you ain't a user." She said, crossing her arms. She remembered him from when they were kids, he was always chasing after girls. She faintly recalls having a crush on him, but she never did anything much to get his attention. She felt minuscular compared to all the girls Drake was after. All the girls Drake was going after were growing quicker. They were filling out their shirts, acne was clearing up, and they didn't have braces.

"Done. Done deal." He smiled. He then paused for a moment. "How?" He asked.

"While you're my boyfriend, treat me right. If you can do that for a week, I'll be your girlfriend full time." Mariah said with a cute smile.