Deal With It

Tell Drake

“Brandon-”

“Don’t worry,” he intercepted. “I wouldn’t pressure you into anything.” With those last words he turned and left straight out of the lobby without saying anything to the guys I just felt like I had gotten a slap on the face but it made my heart squeeze instead.

“He has a thing for you, doesn’t he?” Drake came from behind me making me jump.

“Where in the hell would you get that idea?” I smiled up at him.

“It’s just the way he glared at me when he was talking to you.” He shrugged.

Before he could continue, Zack and Jackson called over to us. “What’s up with Brand?” Jackson frowned. “He just left.”

“He didn’t even say good-bye.” Zack crossed his arms like a small boy who had been deprived of candy for a good week.

“He had a headache,” I lied.

“That was one hell of a headache to make him look at Drake with a glare like that.” Zack laughed.

“Told you he glared at me,” Drake said.

“Well maybe he didn’t really mean it?” I offered, but they weren’t buying it.

“He’ll be fine by tomorrow, we should get out of here,” Jackson gave into the excuses.

“Fine,” Drake said. “I’ll give you a ride.”

“We’ll be heading home,” Zack said, he took ride with Jackson in his truck.

“So what did Brandon really say?” Drake as once we were outside alone.

“I told you guys already.”

“No, you said he had a headache you never made up another lie for what he said.” Drake sighed. “It’s fine if you don’t want to say anything, I’ll find out later like I’ll find out about everything else in your life.”

“He didn’t say anything of importance.” I glared at him. As we went I saw a motorcycle he passed me a helmet and I stared in awe at the beautiful silver bike. “Wow.”

“Let’s go.” He smiled as he got on I followed a little too eager to get on. I kept my arms securely around his waist. We rode to my house we didn’t try to talk because the wind would carry our words away, when we got to my house it was nearly sunset. With the medicine from the doctor, it felt like every little turn would throw us off the bike I felt dizzy and held on tighter to Drake for that very reason. We finally made it to my house but I can’t say that I was glad for two reasons one: Jamie, kind of obvious, and two: because I was letting go of Drake which felt strangely comforting.

“Oh, here you go.” He passed me my bag. “The stuff you left at my house.”

“Thanks,” I murmured as I went to the front door, it was already getting dark now.

Drake walked me in to my room still believing it was Jamie who beat me, even if he was right I wouldn’t let him know because if I did I was sure to get us all in trouble and I couldn’t afford that with my mom in rehab. As it was becoming a routine Drake left me at my door making me lock it before, but this time I heard Jamie ask questions Drake answered, I couldn’t really hear what it was Jamie was asking. I felt a shiver go up my spine and then the front door closed, Drake was gone and footsteps got closer to the door and I took a few steps back and realized that I’d left the door with only one lock.

“Cody!” The pounding came; I kept my eyes on the lock. “Open this fucking door!”

I was panting, I couldn’t breath as I got closer to the door to lock it but I fingers felt numb with the medicine I had been given at the hospital. My sight was getting blurry as I continued to work with the locks but it wasn’t happening not with the condition I was in so I went to the windows to open one and get out as quickly as possible when the door blew open; I made a jump for it out the window. But something, no someone had grabbed my foot and dragged me back into my room out of there and into the living room I struggled to get free but that wasn’t happening since the whole room spinned around me. I had gotten the breath knocked out of me.