Dear Mr. Second

Chapter 2- Drake

I looked up to see his face then i saw his eyes. Oh my, this can't be. This can't be happening. Alone in a dark cold place.

With Mr. Sporty.

I quickly made a gap between us. It's really awkward. He's not even saying a word. He's just giving me a deadly glare. What's wrong with this guy?

while he was just staring at me silently, i pressed the send button on my phone to send my message to Kissha. Then after, i kept my phone in my pocket.

"What do you want?" i asked while giving him a deadly glare as well. Then he was moving his face close to mine.

What the hell is wrong with this guy?!

i was just avoiding our closeness and he replied, "Shouldn't I be asking you that? What do you want Camilleon?"

How the heck this guy knew my name?! this is driving me crazy!

"Are you crazy? i don't even know your name. And, how did you know my name anyway? are you a stalker or something?" i said in disgust.

He just replied with a smirk and stared back. "You like me right?" he said with a grin.

Like? does he even know the meaning of LIKE? what? like on facebook? duh. this guy is really getting on my nerves.

I gave him a more disgusting look and replied. "LIKE? Are you kidding me? what's wrong with you?" i said as i stepped back.

"Then what's with that stare to me earlier? when i picked you up?" he said. Wow. This guy is just nuts.

"FIY, i stared at you because--" and before i could finish my sentence, Kissha cutted me off. She was running to us.

Mr. Sporty looked back and saw Kissha. "Camille? Drake? you know each other?" Kissha said with a big smile on her face but still looking confused.

"NO! I don't know this guy. He just cornered me here while i was waiting for you!" i said as i gave her a look signaling that i want to get out of here.

I guess Kissha understood my signal. She hurriedly took my hand and we were heading away leaving that Mr. Sporty.

"Drake, sorry but we have some business to do. We'll just see you tomorrow okay?" she said in a hurry tone.

Drake. Drake. Drake. So that's the name. I'm sure that Kissha and Drake know each other.

We hailed a cab to Starbucks and had our way inside. Kissha ordered my favorite Chocolate Chip Cream with a lot of whipped cream and she ordered her fave one, the Chocolate Java Chip.

We were enjoying our drinks when i opened up a new conversation.

"By the way, Kissha? how did you know about that Drake slash Mr. Sporty?" i questioned.

She cutted her sip from the drink and responded, "Oh, Drake? i knew him since he enrolled here. About 3 to 4 months ago. I haven't told you about him because i know you won't care anyway."

Yeah, she's right. I don't even care. "So tell me about him." i said in a calm tone.

"Oh my Gosh Camille!" She said in full suprise and a big smile on her face. I just gave her a curious look. "Its the first time Camilleon Aguilera asked about a guy!" she said happilly.

I'm not asking about him, i'm just curious. About. Him.

"I'm not asking about him, you know, just knowing about that guy. Its like the first time i've been alone with a guy in a place. And that's creepy. So i was just wondering about the guy. He may be bad and killed me earlier or maybe gave me a candy if he's nice." I replied.

"Oh, okay." she said with a grin. "He's Drake Hemmington. Son of the owner of our university. He moved here in NYC because of basketball. You know, games and stuff." She added.

I can't belive i was with the owner of the school, the son of the owner of the school. Actually.
"Drake is i can say, yes. a hardcore playboy but he's a nice guy. But he can't stick to one girl. He could finish a girl in 1 day." She said in disgust.

What?! finish a relationship in a day?! what a guy! i regret talking to him earlier.

I just shook my head in disappointment and took another sip from my drink.

Poor girls, broken hearted because of that jerk! I wonder how many girls were heartbroken because of him.

Drake Hemmington. Drake Hemmington. Drake Hemmington. You're really dead!

END OF CHAPTER 2