Strawberry Sweet

.Anchovy Pizza.

🍓Chapter Seven: Anchovy Pizza🍓

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"Holy shit!" Ryan exclaims. "This is Rudy's house?" He asks.

"I know right? This is why he throws parties all the damn time. His parents don't even care" Hakeem laughs.

The house is simply... no, complexly... Huge. It's like a trigger castle. Like... a... Palace. Well, okay. Maybe I'm overreacting a little, but his place is huge.

We all step out of Drake's black 2005 Escalade. "Should we... buddy up?" I ask. The place is so big, we could get lost in there.

"You have a phone don't you?" Drake asks.

"Yeah," I say with confusion.

"Well, then just call us if anything happens. Also, the guys, Tots and I have been here plenty of times to know our way around. Just make sure you two," Drake points between Ryan and me "... Stay with one of us at all times."

"Okay, sounds good. Now, where is the booze?" Ryan chirps up walking into the house.

"Dear god, will you guys watch him please?" I point to Drake and Hakeem. No offense to Luke but he is just a tad smaller than them and a little less muscular. And well, I need Tatiana to keep me company. I turn my head to Tots.

"Hey do you wanna-" she's is gone. Tatiana left? What the hell happened to stick together?

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"Are you lost?" A guy asks from behind me.

"Oh, um. Kind of yeah..." I'm standing in the middle of a living room and I have no idea where I am. My battery ran out a long time ago and I can't seem to find any of my friends, or my brother.
I look over to see a cute guy in a long sleeve black shirt that hangs over him loosely with messy black hair. Although the shirt makes him look skinny I can see his biceps flex in his shirt.

"Did you come here with someone? I can help you find them if you want" he takes a sip of his red solo cup as music bumps from speakers around us.

"Sure, thanks. My name is N-"

"Nichole, I know. Everyone knows." He rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

"Excuse m-" I'm cut off again by the black haired boy.

"You hang out with Drake and Hakeem, do you not? You're the spotlight of the town if you're friends with them sweetheart" he eyes me up and down. "Not that you'd need a spotlight to be noticed, sugar" he bites his lip and puts his free hand in his pocket. I shift uncomfortably.

"Um, I actually think I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me" I go to walk past him but he shoves me against the wall, trapping me so that I have no escape.

"Where do you think you're going mí anymore?" He asks with husky breath. "I know you don't know where the bathroom is, so why are you trying to walk away from me?" His breath smells like booze and it's evident he is drunk.

"Please stop. They will find me on their own, I'm sure" I whimper.

"Wouldn't you rather have fun with me, Chica?" He whispers in my ear with hot breath and uses his hand to pull down a sleeve of my dress exposing my shoulder.

"No, I have to- please let go" I plead when he pins my hands behind my back. I use all of my strength to try and free myself but he's stronger than me even when intoxicated.

"Rudy!" A deep voice booms through the room. The music seemingly stops. "Don't fucking touch her!" I look over to see Drake standing with broad shoulders and an intimidating expression. All of the party goers have stopped what they were doing to stare at a very pissed Drake.

"Calm down, Buzzkill. I'm just trying to show Nikki- babe a good time" he smirks turning back to me and placing a hand on my upper thigh pulling up my dress slightly.

"Please stop" I plead to shut my eyes and wincing.
His weight is pulled off of me as I open my eyes to see Drake's first crash into the side of Rudy's face. Rudy goes flying to the ground.

"I said don't fucking touch her!" He shouts.

"What the fuck man?" Rudy asks irritated clutching his jaw. "All for that slu-" before he could finish his insult Drake begins pounding his fists into the boy mercilessly.

"Drake, stop!" I plead in fear. Other partiers have run away.

"Come on, Nichole. You don't wanna be around for this" Luke interrupts me as Hakeem struggles to pull Drake off of Rudy. "Come on Nichole!" Luke shouts pulling my arm. Tots follow and Ryan goes to help Hakeem pulling Drake away from Rudy.

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"I'm sorry... Drake" I apologize for handing him a bag of frozen peas we had in the freezer. "It was my fault... I shouldn't have even worn this stupid dr-"

"Shut up" he commands putting the peas to his knuckles. I look down at the ground. "Don't you fucking say it was your fault, Nick" he assures me.

The air around us becomes thick with tension, neither one of us daring to say a word.

"Hey... I'm ordering pizza, any recommendations?" Ryan pops his head into the kitchen clutching into the receiving end of the phone. I open my mouth to speak "yes, I know I got hot wings" he rolls his eyes.

"You're my hero" I smile at him and he walks out of the kitchen into the living room again. We all had come back to my house after Rudy's. It had taken nearly an hour for Hakeem and Ryan to pull Drake off of that ass wipe.

We decided that my house would be best to hang out at sense my dads not home and all of their parents think they are still at the party. If they had told them Drake got into a fight they would have blown it out of proportion.

My dad won't be home for another three hours and even if he does get home before that he wouldn't mind if they were here. He has always been cool like that.

And I know what you're thinking, why is your dad not home yet? Well, my dad works from two in the afternoon to two in the morning and seeing as how it's only eleven o' clock this works out perfectly. I feel bad for what happened at the party... Drake's bloodied his knuckles, -all though I'm sure most of that isn't his blood- all because of me. I'm not even worth the trouble.

"Hey, look at me..." Drake hooks a finger under my chin so I meet his gaze. "This was not you're a fault. Do you understand?" Drake is a way to hot to be standing this close to me... I need to step away. But I just can't bring myself to do it. I hate looking into his eyes. It's like he is reading my mind, seeing right through whatever bull shit I tell him.

"Y-yeah... sorry" I choke out. He sighs and steps back to lean against the counter.

"You don't have to be sorry for anything, Blue eyes"

"Hey, guys, what do you think about an anchovy pizza?" Ryan asks stepping back into the kitchen.

"Ew!" Drake and I say at the same time to convey our outright disgust.

Anchovy pizza? You've gotta be kidding me. But then again... it's Ryan.