Drake continued to disappear and reappear from time to time never actually giving me any excuses. Being a loner who never got any attention from cute boys, I decided to just go with it.
I hummed as took a stroll down the street as I usually do when I'm bored. I looked up to see great big palm tree leaves stretching over my head. The cracks in the cement as I walked over them. The small complexes showing a close, little community. The blue sky above me with tufts of white clouds here and there. I sighed at the sight of all this beauty. I loved these moments. When I could just forget about everything and just be
Free
I came around the block to a shocking sight. Drake, my drake, was making out with some chick. Their backs pressed against the wall, eyes closed, his hand were on the wall by the side of her head, she had her arms around his neck.
No
No, no this can't be. Maybe it was just someone who resembles him. I ducked behind a nearby dumpster and tried to get a better look at the guys face without the two of them seeing me.
I heard her groan Drake as he slip his hands up her skimpy dress.
In an alley, seriously?
I thought to myself. I knew it was him now. Yet my heart refused to believe it. I mean there have to be hundreds of Drakes in this city.
He pushed her even harder against the wall. They both groaned and this time I knew it was him. Before I saw anymore, I walked away. Tears building in my eyes.
I speed walked past the little complexes, past the trees, completely ignoring everything that was around me. I had the words he told me that day we went on our last date replaying in my head.
"You are not the other girl, you are the girl."
In that moment, everything was perfect and now everything just came crumbling down before me.
I couldn't take it.
I started to run. Fast. I couldn't help it. I heard thunder around me and I saw lightning flash before my eyes. Everything was blurry because of the tears and slowly what felt like tiny cold bullets hit my skin. The rain started to fall faster and harder. I ran into the forest and felt the tree branches whip against my skin, slicing my arms and drawing blood. I didn't care, I didn't even feel the pain I just kept running.
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The Boy Who Was The One
Любовные романыLucybell is your ordinary tween. She prefers reading over sports and studying over boys. Lucybell never had a crush and thought the whole idea was absolutely insane until she meets Drake. Lucybell has just started grade 7 and with Drake around she...