I Don't Deserve Your Love

Chapter 46

*Two weeks later*

"I got the job!" I squeal to the group. It was a Thursday afternoon and we were all lounging at the picnic tables at lunchtime.

"Aww. Congrats!" Laila says.

"Where at?" Flynn asks.

"Freestyle. I start on Saturday. I'm sort of nervous. And the owners are so nice and easy going."

Drake huffs, "I wish my boss was like that. I'm still doing that bloody paperwork. I'm almost finished, just have a couple more months of repair jobs to file."

"But once you finished, you'll get to physically work on cars." I say biting into my carrot stick.

"Oh fuck yeah. It'll be awesome. I'm working the entire weekend, to try and get some more filing done. I want to start working on cars as soon as possible." Drake says enthusiastically.

"Your job seems like such hard work compared to mine. I'll just be at the counter and making drinks. "

"You should both switch jobs, I'd love to see Drake in the kitchen. Drake can eat more than all of us put together. But you in the kitchen is a big no-no." Laila giggles.

"Me with cars. Fuck no. I wouldn't know anything to do with them." I say shaking my head frantically. It was hard enough to travel in them.

"Oi. My cooking isn't that bad." Drake shouts in indignation.

"Hmmm sure. Remember the time you tried to cook us a romantic anniversary dinner." Emily gives Drake a smug look.

"You like French food, so I thought I could try out the French cuisine." He pouts sadly.

"And that went great." Emily laughs. "We ended up ordering take out after I took him to emergency for stitches on his finger." She explains to us. We all burst out in laughter.

"I tried okay." 

"Aww, it was still sweet." Emily kisses his cheek quickly.

"Still. Other than the failure, I'm a great cook. I can scramble eggs really well." 

"Big deal." Flynn scoffs.

The bells rings, and we continue to walk to  class laughing as Laila, Flynn and Drake bicker about Drake's cooking skills.

*Saturday evening*

"Two chocolate frappes and the fries. Anything else?" I smile enthusiastically. I nearing the end of my shift. Thank fuck. The only thing keeping me smiling was the thought that I was getting paid.  My boss, Karen was nice enough and said I could just work the till today and start drinks training on my next shift. It honestly looked easy enough, but personally after being treated horribly by rude customers I now think the idea of a job isn't all that exciting.

The customer pays and walks away as I sigh in relief. Fucking finally. I'm basically done for the day. It was now 7 so I grab my bag saying bye to the two other workers who eye me enviously. Suckers, they have to work the closing shift. 

I'm waiting at the bus stop down the road when my phone starts ringing. I look at the caller ID, it's Drake. 

"Cassie?" Drake speaks urgently. 

"Drake. Hey. I just finished my..."

He interrupt me, "Where are you?"

"What? Why?"

"I need to talk to you. Where are you? Freestyle?" He speaks quickly.

"The bus stop by freestyle."

"I'll be there in three. "He says shortly."Do not move."

"Umm okay. So demanding damn." I reply slowly as I realise he's already cut the phone. God, what was with him. He sounded like he's just risen from the dead.

I sit on the dirty metallic bench tapping my foot impatiently. Sure enough, I see Drake's car pull up ahead of the bus stop. I walk over to it pulling open the back door. 

"No. Come to the front." Drake demands. I look to the front seat, I thought Emily would be there. "Quickly."

I step into the car. "Okay, why are you being so pushy?"

"I'm sorry. But this is serious."

"I thought you were working late."

"I was. I am. Which is why, we are heading back. I need to show you something." He says pulling away from the curb quickly.

"Show me what?" What the fuck was going on?!

"I'll explain when we get there. "

"Why? Tell me now."

"No. Cause you'll get angry at what I have to say."He says out of exasperation

"I'll get angry if you don't tell me now."  I fire back.

"Just be patient. Please." He lowers his voice, eyes softening.

"Fine. This better be good. And can you please stop speeding. We'll get pulled over." I ask chewing my lip nervously, I hadn't noticed how fast we were going and I was beginning to feel uneasy.

"Sorry." The speed of the car significantly decreases but that doesn't stop him from skidding into the staff car park. The place was deserted except for faint lights shining through the windows.

I jolt forward in my seat as the car comes to an abrupt halt. Drake wrenches open the car door. "Come on. Let's go."

"What are we doing here. It's pitch dark and everyone has gone home. Are you even supposed to be working late?"

"I have a copy of the keys to lock up." Drake says dragging me out of the car towards the door. 

"Okay, enough. What is going on?" I pull my arm away and stop in front of the front desk, staring at him for answers.

"Please. Just come to the filing room." 

I groan. We reach the room and my eyes widen. The room was a mess. Paper was scattered everywhere. "What happened?"

"Doesn't matter. Look, you know how Ryan got into the car accident?"

"Yes. Why?" I say frowning at Ryan's name.

"It was a hit and run and the person who did it wasn't caught. Right? So I was looking through all this paperwork sorting it. And I think I found out who did it."

"And....? You're point is? Why are you telling me? Shouldn't it be the police or something"

"Because I think that this paperwork just proves that this person had the potential to...." He hesitates.

"Say it" I glare Drake down.

"They had the potential to murder Vi."

"We have gone over this already. I know what I saw. And who could this potential murderer be?!"  I say.

Drake stares into my penetrating glare seriously. "Look, just read the file before you spaz on me."

"Just say the name Drake." I spit. I could almost predict the answer before the name left his lips.

"Brandon."

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