The death she predicted

Chapter 14

Chantaya's P.O.V.

I was sitting on the couch, obliviously thinking, when Drake came down the stairs. Hey, beautiful, he says to me and I look up at him. Hey handsome, I say meeting his flirtatiousness. Get dressed, he says. Uhm, this is my house, I am pretty sure I make all the orders around here, I say arching my eyebrows at him. NO for real, in all seriousness, get dressed, I want to take you somewhere. he says. And why should I trust you? I mean you can take me somewhere to get me killed, I say. He must have thought I was joking because he chuckled, but I am so serious. I told you, that I like you, he says. But the apple is still black, I say. You can't judge me, or my ways, he says. Actually, I can I know about you, I say. So, you know about my past, he says. No, I just know what you are capable of, and I am not a toy to be played with, I say. Well, of course you aren't, because if I do play with you, you will get broken, but if I keep you in your container, you will be forever clean and new, he says. I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to say it out of his own mouth. What are you saying, I say. That I am going to treat you right, because you are my prized possession, and I won't let anything get near you or hurt you, he says. I wanted to cry, I swear that was one of the sweetest things ever said to me. What do you want me to dress like, I ask Semi Formal, he says. What time, I ask. 7:00 P.M., he says. I then nod with a smile.

Drake's P.O.V.

After a while it was 6:30, so I got dressed in a plain white t-shirt, a plaid red white and grey shirt, and some khaki pants. That was the most simplest thing in the world. I don't understand why girls take so long to get dressed when they don't look good. Well, Candy never did. I don't know, she was never that beautiful. I sat on the couch and and waited on Chantaya. She's been up there for at least two hours, she better at least look decent, because if not, I am going to be pissed the rest of the night. After about ten more minutes she came down. She had on a V Neck floral print short dress. Her hair was curled all the way down her back, and she had on some black pumps. Wow, she looked beautiful. I will wait years if I know she will come out so pretty. How do I look, she ask. I stood there words couldn't come out of my mouth. I'm ugly, she says and looked at me. No, no, no, no. You look amazing, I say and she blushed at me. You look good yourself, she says smiling. Are you ready to go, I ask. Yea, she says and I grabbed her hand and we walked out of the door.