You Could Be The One {Blake Griffin fanfic}

Chapter Seven

Mae's POV

While I'm walking, i look down at my phone and go through my messages. No longer looking where I'm going, i get knocked down by another person.

"I'm sorry are you okay?" A deep voice says, lending a hand out.

"Yeah... I guess..." I say, kinda pissed off i got sand all over my butt.

I wipe the sand off and start to look at the asshole who knocked me down.

"You're...." I start to say when i meet contact with the person.

"You're Drake! Oh my God! I love y-- ... your music." I say, saving myself at the end. I am a huge fan girl when it comes to Drake.

"Well, I'm glad you do. I make it for gorgeous girls like you.." Drake says with a wink.

Oh my God! Is Drake flirting with me? No way.

I reply with a huge blush i could not hide, and that was all Drake needed before he leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here at the beach alone?"

I blushed again, stepping back and then slowly began to answer.

"I'm not... I'm actually here with my--" Before i could answer Blake came out of nowhere and wrapped me up in his arms from the behind.

"Hey babe. You ready to go?" Blake asks.

"Oh.. actually, i was ta--" I was cut off again by Drake this time.

"Oh. You're boyfriend is Blake. You're a lucky guy." Drake says like he was happy for Blake, but he was looking me in the eyes like he was very disappointed.

"Hey, I'm going to the game tonight. I hope you guys win. See ya later." Drake says turning to walk away, but turns back around and looks at me.

"It was nice meeting you...?" He says, pausing a minute because he didn't get my name.

"Mae." I simply say.

"See ya around Mae." Drake says, turning and begins to walk away again.

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Blake drops off DJ, and takes me to his place to get ready for the game with him. I was still kinda mad at Blake. I didn't even want to go to the game. Id rather sleep the rest of the day.

I shower, then put my hair up in a messy bun. I throw on a large tshirt and tie the side up so it fit better. I also put on some ripped black jeans and grey high top converse. Then, I put on my makeup. When I'm done, I grab my purse and sit on the couch and wait for Blake.

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The car ride was silent and awkward. When we get out we walk into the Staple's Center. I trailed behind Blake, pretending I was totally into my phone at the moment so we wouldn't have to walk hand in hand.

'Why am i so mad at Blake? i should just let it go.' I thought to myself.

I am brought out of my thoughts when I hear screams and shouts from some fans that came early. There was a lot of Blake Griffin groupies that came over towards us to get pictures with him.

They were all in booty shorts with Blake's jersey on. They had on so much makeup they looked like clowns. They were a bunch of thirsty whores. Two of them looked quite familiar, as if I've seen them before. I examine a little more and instantly remember where i saw them. They were the 3 girls from the beach minus one.

"Hey Blake." They said in a flirty, seductive tone, then came up to hug him.

'The Actual Fuck!' I thought to myself. My patients are getting shorter and shorter.