Pizza-line Bling

Jalapenos Pizza

*Leslie's P.O.V.*

"I want you, Leslie. Don't leave," Drake sniffed and wiped his tears away.

"Drake," I started off but didn't know what to say. My mind was going wild and billions of thoughts flew and burst in my brain. Thoughts about Azura, thoughts about death, thoughts about Drake.

"I'm truly sorry," he blurted out. I tried to pull away from our hug, but he tightened his grasp, not letting me do it. "Just let me finish, please," he whispered in my ear, sending chills all over my body.

I nodded my head slightly and started rubbing circles on his back with my thumbs.

"I am sorry for being such a coward." What was he talking about? "It's weak of me to tell you that right now, but I want you to know the truth."

"What are you talking about?" I said quietly, my voice breaking a little. I felt his hands falling on my sides and I pulled away to look at him.

He shook his head like he was regretting doing something. "Remember our first date? When we made a pizza together and then my boss caught us?"

I just nodded in response.

"I didn't want to be the reason why one of my closest friends got fired... So, I asked Spencer to give her the job back," his expression had started to turn angry now. "The fuc-" he cut himself and cleared his throat. "He said Abi could have her job back in one condition; I wouldn't talk to you ever again."

"You can't be serious..."

Ignoring my comment, he continued. "He even said that if I break my promise, he would break all three of us," he sighed.

"Drake," I touched his cheek.

"Leslie," he breathed, fanning my face with a smell of cinnamon. "I don't want him to break us."

A piece of my heart broke at the sound of that. It felt like he really meant it, and it actually made me feel bad for believing he was ignoring me.

My lips found his cheek. I planted a soft kiss on it and stayed there, hardly breathing.

I don't know why I did that. But I know I don't regret it.

"You should have told me," I looked at his straight in the eyes. "You should have told somebody. Anybody."

"I couldn't," he shook his head.

"Why are you telling me this? Why now?"

He slowly got up from his bed and walked towards the window.

I don't want to lose you, was what I was hoping for him to say.

I want to start over, was what I wanted him to admit.

At least we will be broken together, was what he didn't say.

"I don't know."

A tear escaped my eye and run quickly down my cheek. Drake turned around as if he had heard the wet blink of my eyes and suddenly he punched the window.

"Fuck," he mumbled, looking at his now bloody hand, but I knew he didn't care about it. "I keep ruining everything," he screamed.

I couldn't contain myself any more. I run to the guests' bathroom, slipping and falling down as I did so. That was when I followed the tradition of the day. I started sobbing and grasping at my hair as if it would save me from drowning in my tears.

Why am I so messed up?

Drake didn't take long to reappear. He sat down on the far corner, away from me and waited silently. The only sound heard would be my ugly crying sniffs.

"Can we start over?"

I looked up towards Drake's direction. He gave me a pleading look and tried to fake a small smile.

"Couldn't you say that from the beginning?" I wiped the last tear from my right cheek.

His head snapped up so quickly, that I felt sorry for his neck. His face lit up and his eyelids made a victory dance on their own.

Placing his hands on the floor, he slid closer, leaving blood marks on the floor.

"Your hand!" I shrieked.

I quickly found a first aid kit next to the laundry basket and opened it up searching for some gauze. As soon as I found one, I cleaned the apparently more than one wounds on Drake's hand and twisted it around, covering them all carefully.

"For your information, I'm deadly scared of blood," I chuckled, wiping my hands on his already stained shirt.

"And I am Drake, the man of your wildest dreams- your words, not mine," he smiled, reminding me of the first day we met.

"Cheeky," I shook his hand.

Later night I couldn't find myself going home. Surprisingly enough, my feet found their way to Spencer's house. I didn't bother knocking on the front door and climbed straight to his bedroom.

As expected, the window was unlocked and the curtains closed. No light could be seen from inside, which meant it was time for a surprise.

I jumped inside the room, only to find a bigger surprise for myself.

There he was; Spencer, laying half-naked on the bed over a too familiar female. They both jumped when they saw me, and trust me I would do the same if a great idea hadn't just come to my brain.

"I don't freaking believe that you're cheating on me!" I started yelling and kicking random stuff tossed on the wooden floor. "Heck? Not to mention that you chose my best friend's cousin for this, darn it," I faked a cry.

"Leslie, it's not what you think!" Spencer tripped over the bed sheets, falling badly on the ground.

A chuckle left my lips, but I covered it up by shouting a 'you deserve this', followed by some pretty curse words.

To say I felt bad about Katerina, would be an understatement.

But, pft, I know she'll understand when I eventually tell her.

Let's just hope she won't stay longer at Spencer's house. For her own sake.