Strawberry Sweet

.Cutting Class.

For all of my faithful Strawberry Sweet readers, ill keep this quick. Ive changed quite a few things in the earlier chapters so its best that you go back and reread so you dont get lost in the later chapters. Love ya!🍓

🍓Chapter Twenty Six: Cutting Class🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet🍓

There had been no word on if we would go to Rudy's party or not. Well... mostly because I hadn't asked Drake yet. But also because every time I get up to the plate to bat the umpire interrupts.

Confusing metaphor, granted, but what I mean is every time I am about to ask him, someone or something interrupts us and then I don't get the chance again until I remember to ask him.

Today, I have made it my mission to ask him. After Drake had spent the night two days ago things between us had never been better. We make out just about every time we're alone, -which is great, don't get me wrong.- but it's confusing, you know?

Are we dating? Friends with benefits? Or just plain old fuck buddies? I don't have much experience in this sort of thing... none outside of that night but I'm pretty sure if we're nothing more than friends with benefits then I shouldn't feel this way about him.

Could it mean that I've -and god forbid- caught feelings for the fuck boy?

Of course it does.

Do I hate myself for it?

Of course I do. But the making out and sex is phenomenal. That, I don't hate.

The one thing about this whole thing is if Drake doesn't feel the same way, and is just in it for the fun stuff then I don't want to drive him away.

What if I tell him how I feel and he's like 'bro, I ain't down for that feels shit' and never talks to me again?

Better safe than sorry, right?

"Drake?" I call down the hallway. It's after school and I had just drove to his house where his step mother had graciously allowed me to see him, but told me I'd have to go -and I quote- 'get his ass up'. Such a great lady.

"Drake?" I whisper as I approach his bed room door and knock like a salesmen.

The door knob turns and creaks open allowing light to shine into the room.

"Nikki?" He asks as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. I look him up and down analyzing every part of him, to see that he is in nothing but his boxers and bed-head.

"Did I disturb your slumber?" I ask as he lets me in.

Slumber? Really, Nichole? I snap at myself. Why am I so weird?

"After school nap, actually. But it was about time for me to get up anyways. You staying for diner?" He asks still blinking the haze from his vision away.

"No, I actually came to-"

"You're staying for diner, that's that, now come cuddle with me" He demands laying down and opening his arms up.

I roll my eyes and shake my head with a smile. I walk to the bed and lay in his arms, both of us laying on our sides and facing each other.

"So, I came here to ask you something." I inform him and take in his scent.

"And what would that be, blue eyes?" He asks while brushing his fingers through my hair.

"Rudy wanted us to come to the party he's having this weekend... and it being Thursday and all, I thought now would be a good time to ask"

He stays quiet for a moment longer than expected and already I begin to think that he is going to decline the invite and say no... but then the strangest thing happens.

"Okay," he says. "I'll go. But now it's my turn to ask a question." He tells me.

"And what would that be, green eyes?" I mock him.

"Winter formal." He pauses. "Go with me?" I let out a sigh, hating the response I'm about to give.

"I dont go to school dances anymore." I feel his heart rate quicken under my palms. "I cant stand the damn things."

"Oh, yeah, no big deal. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to go anyways" he says with a nonchalant tone.

Poor Drake... "you don't have to do that, you know." I look up into his eyes. "Put on the bad boy facade..." he smirks at my comment.

"Well, lucky for you babe. It's not a facade. It's who I am." A part of me doesn't doubt that... but then again there's also a part of me that hopes it's not true. That there's more than what meets the eye.

"Right..." I say. "Whatever you say..." before I know it, we both find a peaceful sleep within each other and drift off into a state of black nothingness.

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It's Friday. You know what that means. Tonight is the party, and today there are anxious teens that crowd the halls as the next bell is waiting to sound off.
For me? That means art class. One class that I'm looking forward to today.

Donavan and I have -dare I say it- become good friends. The only thing about him that seems to be fishy is that now I know he is aparent best friends with Rudy. I've learned how this school works as of now. Rudy and Donavan are your typical bad boys. Trouble makers and the ones who have a dangerous life outside of school. One of the two popular groups at school. The other being Drake, Keem, Luke, Ryan, Tatiana and I, which are classified as preps and Jocks.

Amy and her cheerleading team are basically a sub category of the cliques at school, that I now seem to be a part of. Since Amy is dating Rudy, she is mixed with two groups. Since I am friends with my brother, and the jocks I am mixed with two groups.

Oh and good news, reader! The rumors of me being a whore have finally died down. Everyone now knows me as Nichole, the popular one. Or Nichole, the cheerleader. Or Nichole, with the white hair. Not necessarily good or bad titles, but definitely better than 'Nichole the hoe'.

My thoughts are cut short as realize that I have been absentmindedly walking to my art class. Just as I open the door a strong arm pulls me away from it and around the corner. They cover my mouth so I can't scream.

I look up into the face of the person and come to realize that it's only Donovan.
"You ass!" I whisper/yell and hit his chest.

He laughs and grabs my wrist to keep me from hitting him again.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't want Radcliffe to see you" he says and takes my hand leading me down the vacant hallway to a pair of maroon double doors.

"Um... why and where are you taking me?" I ask as he pulls me along.

"We're ditching." He says nonchalantly, like it's nothing to batt an eye about.

"Um, no. We can't cut class. We will get in trouble" I hiss at him trying to free my hand. He makes no attempt to stop and keeps on walking to the exit. "Donovan!" I snap.

He stops abruptly and grabs my by my shoulders looking into my eyes. "Jus this one time. Come on, these are supposed to be the best years of our lives, Nikki. Skipping class one time before senior year is over won't hurt. Come have fun with me, please?" He Asks in a sincere tone.

I look away. "I don't know, Donovan..."

"We'll be back by next period. I swear to it. Just live a little." He backs away and holds his hand out in front of me. "You trust me, don't you?" He asks.

I debate it over about 20 times in my head and the answer comes out the same every time. 'Go back to class'. But no matter how many times my subconscious tells me no. His words replay in my head 'just live a little'.

So this time. I decide to take a risk. I smile at him and take his hand, and ditch class...