proud
praʊd/
adjective
1.
feeling deep pleasure or satisfaction as a result of one's own achievements, qualities, or possessions or those of someone with whom one is closely associated.
Him? Proud of me?
I've lived a lot lies in my time and I know f...
It's been a strong 13 minutes since Drake left, and I'm getting worried. I know he can be really extra sometimes, I don't want him to fail lowkey. Not that I'm actually on my period, that was all just an act.
What? I am a Drama major in university, I could probably act my way out of anything really....
Why is it so important that he passes anyway? Nika is there something your not telling us.....
No...... I don't have any future plans :)
Well not yet.
I take my iPhone off charge and walk towards the front of the house. If Drake is going to fail, his facial reaction is bound to be priceless.
I prop a pillow up on my back and lay down outside my front door. If I want to look like a squatter I can if I want to. Any paparazzi around can simply take some cute ass tumblr pictures of me in the sunset. I really couldn't care less.
As the seconds fly by, sleep stomps heavily on my eyelids forcing me to fall asleep. The dim purpley red sky slowly, blink after blink, becomes a distant reality.
After what seems like a lifetime, I stand to brush myself off and to head back inside. I look at phone in a disappointed manner. 1 minute left. Drake evidently doesn't want to best friends with me, if he can't go the extra mile just for me.
" AGHHH who the hell are you?? Get off me !!" I say in frustration as, what feels like a wall, rugby-tackles me from the waist down to the floor. I struggle and kick but said 'wall' seems to be very. Erm.
Hard?
By carrying out the SING self defence technique ( Solar plexus, Instep, Nose and Groin), I manage to remove the tight hold around my waist. I roll over to reveal who had the audacity to attack me outside my own house.
Ugh.
" BOO!! Back in business Nika " this goofy ass half negro says, with his classic schoolboy smirk
I roll my eyes skyward and back. "Baboon."
" Yo Nic do not disrespect me like that man." Drake says, squinting his eyes while shaking his finger at me. " I'd rather a husky to be honest. "
" Well okay then. Stupid baboon-looking ass husky dog. "
We squint at each other for the next few minutes, wondering how the conversation got so off the topic. I blink twice, expecting a response from Drake. In my disappointment, I sulkily get up myself.
" Help me up. "
I hold my hand out to help Drake out.
" Sike !! " I exclaim, letting go of his of his muscly hands mid-lift. He falls back to the ground with a loud thud while I excessively Nae-Nae in celebration.
" Really? " Drake exhales.
I nod excessively, with obvious joy.
" So where's my lady stuff then? " I slightly mumble, as sleep starts to creep up on me.
" Over there." He mutters, as a boyish grin creeps up on his face again.
And lo behold, the whole feminine care aisle in Walmart stuffed weirdly into his flashy matte black Bugatti. I'm talking pads, tampons, paracetamol, ibuprofen, blood supplement pills the works.
Blood supplement pills? Damn he hella paranoid.
I think he's actually putting some feeling into this, no more Captain Save-A-Stripper motives. In fact, if he can go fetch supplies in New York that quickly, for once in his life Drake can actually be of some use to me.
Not in a bad way, and not as degrading as your assuming. Much more than that.
But not too much. If you get what I mean. Capiche?
Oh I hear you loud and clear ;)
I cross my arms to face Drake, with the most serious glare I can muster. " First of all, you gotta handle all that attitude it's jarring as hell. Sometimes don't leave things to the last minute. I don't agree that rugby tackling is best way to greet me when I'm waiting for you either. "
Drake stiffens as I spit said harsh words, though his chest get frame squares up. He clasps his hands in front of his crotch, and raises his head up to lick his lips and say : " So your trying to say I failed then ? Because both you and I know I killed that task.."
" Yo man, chill I'm joking!! " I chuckle, briefly covering my mouth politely. " Of course you passed. I might even make you do only 5 tasks if your a good boy."
" Good boy? Sorry to rain on your parade but me? I'm a baaaad boy man. " Drake says, pointing his hand 'gun' towards me.
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" Yo I'm not one of your boys and you are not a police officer. You need to go to bed you have a long day ahead of you." I smirk. I slightly cackle at my own slightly evil concoctions whilst shutting out the lights I sing . "Being well rested is vital!"
Drake rolls his eyes, stalking out of the living room to find the water bed.
I promise y'all I didn't die or anything. I tried to do an extra long chapter to keep y'all fed but it's taking wayy to long. Over the next week or so, all the tasks will be finished and the pace of the story will return to normal.
Message me !! I'd love to talk to any of my readers or fellow writers. And also, when someone constantly talks about my books or books in general, I will want to write more and more. I'm trying guys this book is going to be wayy more lit than it is right now. I just haven't broken your hearts yet. <333
