Becca's Moments

Chapter FourtyFour

Becca

The wind was beginning to worsen by the time Drake and I left the cinema. He had picked me up from 6th form for a nice outing and since he worked in ODEON everything was free, so I couldn’t complain. We quickly hopped in his car and set off to Norbury for some dessert. I sighed and watched the trees flailing wildly and people struggling to hold up their umbrellas.

"We picked the wrong day to come out," I muttered.

Drake laughed and adjusted his snapback. "As long as you’re in a car, it doesn’t matter."

"True."

He glanced at me quickly before fixating on the road ahead. "What did you think of the film?"

"Ugh, I can’t believe you made me watch that shit." I frowned as I thought about it.

I don’t know how, but Drake managed to persuade me to watch The Last Exorcism with him. I wasn’t into the paranormal or anything similar, but he had been eager to watch so I decided to put up with it. I was expecting him to start throwing popcorn like he did when we first met, but now he was more refined.

I saw the smile tugging at his lips. "Were you scared?"

"No, it was just dumb. Next time I’m picking the film."

"As long as it’s not romance then I’m down."

I smiled and we quickly reached Creams. Luckily there were tables available so we sat by the back. I didn’t waste any time in looking at the laminated menu.

"What are you having?" I asked. He pointed at three different desserts and I raised a brow. "Why?"

"Why not? I’m paying for it."

I laughed at his logic. "You’re gonna feel sick."

"Doubt it. Y’know what I usually have when I go McDonalds."

I cringed at that. I remembered a while back when I followed Drake to Westfield. We stopped off at McDonald’s and he ordered two separate Big Macs to himself, plus two extra fries and a Sweet Chilli Chicken Deli with Crunchy McFlurry.

"Your pay must be good," I muttered.

He shrugged. "It’s average. My manager pisses me off though. Dumb fuck."

I laughed at his sudden anger. "Why?"

"Fat shit keeps deducting my pay. He hates black people."

"You’re half-black," I said blankly.

"Becc’s, he doesn’t like me. Every time I make a mistake he brings my pay down. You’re not supposed to do that."

"Aww Shubdi, you should just complain."

"I have. You think I’m gonna let him treat me like a sack of basmati rice?" He kissed his teeth. "Fuck Herman anyway."

I raised a brow at that. "Herman? Short, bald, fat dude?"

"Yeah, lumpy piece of shit..." He paused and looked at me. "How did you know?"

"He was my manager at Footlocker." I laughed at the coincidence. We really did live in a small world. "He treated me like shit as well, that’s why we used to lock him in the stock room."

Drake chuckled and I admired the slight dimple in his cheek. "We never usually see him to do that kinda stuff. I just steal from the sweets section." He shrugged with no remorse and I laughed. He stood up with the two menus. "Ready to order yeah?"

I nodded and told him what I wanted and he headed to the counter. My phone went off and I checked the caller ID before answering.

"Hey you."