Don't mess with her

Chapter 16: What if I was peeing?!

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I kept glancing at the paper on the floor pacing back and forth. What does that message mean? Tell him he...or she knows about what? I can't call my brothers and tell them about the note because that would imply to tell them about Drake, and what if they were in risk of getting hurt because I tell them? No, I can't risk my brothers or my friends. I don't know the owner of this note, so I'm not going to risk it. That only leaves me with one option.

Please pick up the phone.

Seconds later I reached the answering machine. "Drake please, pick up the phone or call me. Someone left me a quite disturbing note in my bedroom that somehow relates to you. Please...please, pick up the phone."

I threw my phone in the bed and slumped on the floor hugging my knees. I jumped at every little sound in my house. I was being kind of paranoid, but can you blame me? Minutes later I heard the balcony doorknob twist. I froze for a second. I began to look frantically around my room for something to protect myself. Damn it! Where's Jake's spatula when you need it?

I crawled to my right until I reached my desk remembering I left my hairspray there. I took it and when the door flew open I jumped at the person and sprayed the motherfuck-Drake!

"Fuck! Emily! What the-fuck!" He kept cursing and rubbing his eyes frantically.

"I'm so sorry," I pleaded basically. I know I called him, but he should've said something when he was at the door. "You should've said it was you!"

"Shit, I thought you weren't here since the light was out, woman! When someone breaks in your room you don't stay there!" he practically shouted.

"I-I ..." I got lost for words. I hate to admit it, but he was right.

"I-I, that's what I thought," he mocked. "How can you be so-fuck, this shit hurts!" I gritted my teeth. I knew he was my only hope, and I also sprayed him, but he was pissing me off.

"You know what? I should be mad at you asshole! This all situation is because of you!" I jabbed my finger at his chest. A quite hard muscle chest I must add. We stood there glaring at each other. The only difference was that Drake's eyes were bloodshot and not only from the hairspray. He looked on the verge of blowing up.

"Because of me?" he said through his teeth, clenching his jaw so hard that I thought it would snap. He got close to my face menacingly but I stood my ground. A little proud of myself I must add. "You were the one to leave me a frantic message, so you are the only person here to blame. I thought something bad has happened to you!"

"Me?" I asked in disbelief. "You are the creep who keeps showing up in private places. I mean, you even got in the bathroom cubicle I was locked in. What if I was peeing?!" I hissed the last part.

Drake changed his expression of anger to confusion to...amuse? He stood there for a couple of seconds with the same expression and then he burst out laughing. I looked at him a little embarrassed and it must be showing because he took a glance at me between his laughing fit and laughed even harder if possible.

He composed himself after a few minutes and I rolled my eyes, clearly annoyed. "I'm sorry." He looked constipated trying hard not to laugh when he said it. I gave a frustrating sigh and went to get the note. The sooner this nonsense was over the better.

"Here." I gave the note to him. "This is why I called you; care to explain what does this person knows?" I crossed my arms and sat on my bed.

He took a look at it and all amusement from before vanished in an instant. He began to curse a little more colorful now. He took the note and crumpled it on his hand so hard that I thought he was digging his fingernails deep into his hands.