Kiss Me Please

{ Chapter 4 }

Jude's P.O.V...

Drake is just absolutely amazing in every possible way. I laid my head on my cool pillow staring up at the ceiling my thoughts drifting around Drake, he was my first boyfriend and I was completely in love with him.

Never have I felt this way with any girl or guy, not until I had met Drake he was so different then the girls I had tried to date in the past. He was dark and brooding, mysterious and seductive while the girls (before I realized I was gay) I dated were the typical brain dead blonde cheerleaders.

I tapped the tip of my fingers against my chest to the beat of the song I was listening to on my iPod, it was Hero by Skillet.

My eyes started to draw downward a yawn escaping through my lips, I rolled onto my side and let my eyes close my mind floating through memories until it finally stayed in one memory. It was of the first day I had met Drake, I smiled sleepily to myself letting my consciousness pull me into the familiar memory.

~1 and a half years ago~

I walked out of my car locking it and jogging into the music store, the store was mostly quiet except for the continuous sound of music playing from the speakers overhead. Making my way to the back of the store where my favorite bands CD's were held, I felt a pair of eyes on me still walking I let my eyes graze over the store as if I was just taking a look of the store.

Out of the corner of my peripheral view I saw a boy standing in front of a CD rack holding a CD in hand, if you weren't looking at him closely it would have seemed like he was just reading the back of the CD case. I knew he wasn't really reading the back of the CD case but watching me closely, his dark brooding eyes sent shivers through my body and they were very PLEASING shivers.

I stopped in my tracks and shook my head, the incredible feeling of his eyes on my leaving and a question popped up, why did knowing his eyes on me make me feel so good all over?

Shrugging my shoulders I continued toward the back until I found the rack of all my favorite bands/singers, my friend Mark who worked in this music store would hide my favorite band CD's for me in the back near the classical section where as everyone knows most people don't go, and sell them to me for half price. As I pulled out some CD's I felt the same pair of eyes as before, turning around I stared straight at the mystery guy he was closer this time probably about 10 feet away.

His dark hair hung over his eyes casting a shadow under his eyes and his lips were pulled into a cocky smirk, he ran a hand through his hair making my heart pound, I wonder what those lips taste like... I choked on my own saliva as I realized what I just thought, the mystery guy raised an eyebrow curious at the strangled choking sound that came from my mouth.

When I finally made some air go through my lungs without choking myself, I stared at him swallowing slowly he nudged his shoulder over to the door gesturing that I follow him when he leaves. I didn't know why, but I did as he told waiting for 5 minutes until he finally went to the door and leave I followed quick on my feet and when I bursted out of the door the guy was leaning against a wall a few feet away.

I walked over to where he stood my heart racing, I let my eyes scour our surroundings noting that there was no one outside except for a few passerby's going to their various destinations.

"Who are you, and what do you want from me?" I asked my voice steady and loud, he stared at me for a minute the silence stretching for seconds that soon became minutes, he finally spoke his voice was deep and as smooth as velvet.

"I'm Drake Valentine and you, Jude, are not who you really think you are."

I scoffed at this remark, the little thought in the back of my head made me wonder how he knew my name but I brushed that aside, who was he to say who I was or wasn't? It really pissed me off a little really, I glared at him waiting for him to say more but he kept his mouth shut after a minute.