Strawberry Sweet

.How It Works Around Here.

🍓Chapter Five: How It Works Around Here🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet 🍓

We arrive at the library faster then it took Tatiana and me to walk to the cafeteria. It turns out that the library is extremely close to the art room. So why did Drake say we were going to be late?

To shut me up?

Whatever the reason was I'm sure it was to change the subject.

"Mrs. Pum" Drake addresses a woman dressed in bright green and bright pink. She is wearing a high waisted long pink skirt and a bright green shirt tucked into it. Her long red hair falls down her back and over her shoulders. She turns around to lock gazes with Drake. Even though she is in heels and taller than me by far she still has to look up to make eye contact with Drake.

"Ah, Drake! How are you hunny?" She gives him a tight hug. He chuckles embracing her. Her head slightly moves on his chest.

"I was here just a day ago, did you miss me all that much?" He asks with a smile. Honestly, anyone named 'Mrs. Pumpernickel' that's a librarian has to be an old hag right? This surely isn't her. She's young and lively, and stunning! She looks about twenty-three. Not old at all!

"This is Mrs. Pumpernickel?" I ask quizzically pointing to her.

"And who's this?" She narrows her eyes at me pulling away from Drake.

"This is your new aid. Nichole" Drake explains from beside her.

"Take her back, I don't want her" she places her arms across her chest. What a bitch! What did I do to her?!

"Excuse me?" I ask offended. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"You heard me, scram kid" she snaps.

"Actually, you're not allowed to throw this one away Mrs. Pum" Drake laughs. Why is this funny? She's being a major Cun- ...

what? I was going to say Cupcake.

"I don't want her, get her out of here" she shoos me away with her perfectly manicured hands.

"What the fuck is your pro-"

"Nichole!" Drake clamps a hand over my mouth protectively.

"Listen, Drake. If this little... brat is gonna stay, then you make sure she knows how it works around here" Mrs. Pumpernickel huffs out and turns on her heel to walk away, clicking her heels on the hardwood floor in the process.

"What's her problem?" I ask with a scoff.

"She hates the female aids. Absolutely hates them" he chuckles watching her as her hips sway side to side.

"Wow, sexist much?"

I wonder if I could pull off a walk like that.

"Yeah, I know, she's crazy. You'll learn to like her though"

"Doubtful"

"Anyways," he sighs looking back at me. "C'mon, blondie. I'll show you 'how it works around here'" the air quotes.
I roll my eyes one last time at the bitch of a librarian and follow Drake to the cart of history books he steers.

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"Anyways that's when she was going to say 'what the fuck is your problem,' but I shut her up before she could finish what she was saying" Drake laughs along with the others. I'm laying on my bed in my room talking to everyone on Skype. The group call contains me, Tatiana, Hakeem, Ryan, Luke, and Drake. He just got done telling them about my first encounter with the devil incarnation.