love makes it all better

Chapter 5

"Good morning honey", my parents said at the same time and glared at each other. I shook my head at my parent's dramatics and greeted them too. I tried as much as possible to avoid Drake's gaze and busied myself with eating some pancakes my mom made.

After I was done with my breakfast, I started thinking of ways to avoid going to school in the same car with Drake. Going to school with Drake is a very bad idea for three main reasons.
First is that the whole school will see me come down from Drake's car. The second and third reason is Natalie, Drake's ex-girlfriend. She is so scary and possessive of Drake and I don't really want to "accidentally" trip on the stairs, break my neck or break my spinal cord, and end up being paralysed or die at the age of seventeen. Nahhh, I don't want that.

So I stretched my hands and dramatically rubbed my stomach and said, "I think I ate too much so I need to walk off all the food and even throw in a little exercise on the way. That being said, goodbye parents." I quickly carried my back and tried to make a quick getaway when my mom's voice stopped me.

"But honey, you ate like only four pancakes. You eat like twelve pancakes on a good day and you, my dear daughter never exercise. Are you sure you are okay?", my mom said.
I could hear Drake trying to stop himself from laughing when he heard that I eat up to twelve pancakes. Aren't mothers even supposed not to say things like that if front of a guy with the same age as her daughter? She just embarrassed me as if I don't do a lot of that on my own. But well it's not my fault that I like food. Like what was I even thinking eating only four. Oh yeah, I was thinking of my early death which was bound to happen if I follow Drake to school that is if I don't die first from the way my mom was checking my neck, eyes, forehead and even squeezing my cheeks to check if am alright.

I gently pushed her hands away, "I'm fine mom". And then I turned to my dad, "Dad, are you fine with your favourite daughter being enclosed in a car with a guy you just met yesterday like he can be a thief or a rapist or a kidnapper who wants to chop off all my body parts into small little pieces and drop each of the pieces in different countries and then I will become manure to vegetables and in a way, a part of those vegetables and people will eat those vegetables not knowing that they are indirectly eating me, your most loved daughter? Are you okay with that huh?". My little speech must have rendered everybody speechless for they could only stare at me open-mouthed for some seconds.

"First, you are my only daughter and second, you watch too many movies and third, you will be late for school if you don't leave with him right now and I assure you he isn't a rapist or someone who chops off body parts and drop them around. Where did you even watch that from?", my dad said.
I only shrugged at him, waved him goodbye and turned to Drake, "are you coming or not? And you really need to learn how to close your mouth, you never know what can fly in".
I have no idea where this confidence is coming from but the fact that I just might die in the next few hours in the hands of Natalie might have something to do with it. I walked past him and intentionally walked past his car packed in front of my house. I heard him clear his throat but I just ignored him.

"Brooke, this is my car. Where are you going?", Drake said.
"Am going to school and am walking, you can go in your car or fly or whatever, I don't care", I told him, still loving my new found confidence.
"I wonder what your parents will do if I enter your house now and tell them you refuse to come to school with me. In fact, they are peeping through the window and watching us right now", Drake smirked.
"Fine, I will go with you in your stupid car on one condition", Drake nodded signalling me to go one and I told him he had to drop me before he enters in the school gate.

He dramatically held his chest and acted as if he was in pain, "So you don't want to be seen with me. Am deeply hurt and in pain".

I rolled my eyes and told him to hurry up that we are going to be late. He opened the car door for me. I could just imagine my parents gushing at that.

He started the car and started driving and tried to make small talk but I just stared stony-faced ahead. He sighed and turned on the radio. And closer by the Chainsmokers was playing. "Don't you want to sing along, you have a beautiful voice and I know you love this song", he told me. But I only turned and glared at him and I've been told I have one of the hottest glares. You don't want to be at the receiving end of my glares. It's no suprise then that he kept quiet and turned his face away from mine.

"Fine, if you don't want to sing. You won't mind if I sing then", Drake said. But he sounded like a horse and a cat combined. It was awful and it was quite funny. I couldn't stop the smile on my face.

"You know you are very pretty when you smile," Drake said. But I started glaring at him again leading to him sighing.

Before I knew it, he already parked the car at the school parking lot. I slapped him on his shoulder and shouted at him, "I thought I told you to drop me outside the school gate".

"I see a pattern here, you only talk to me when you are mad and let me tell you, you look beautiful when you are mad", he winked at me. I slapped him again on his shoulder.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to hit the driver", he rubbed his shoulder.
"Well, you aren't driving now. And now am going to die because of your mistake. Thank you", I got out of his car and saw that nobody noticed me got out of Drake's car. I did a little happy dance and was about to move away from Drake's car when I heard someone shout.

"What do you mean by you are going to die because of my mistake", Drake shouted at him.

I didn't know he would take my words seriously, I could only shook my head at him and quickly moved away from the stares of almost the whole school that Drake's loud voice has attracted.

But someone's glare stood out, making me wish I had stayed home today or done a better job of trying to convince my parents that Drake is a killer who chops off body parts.