Strawberry Sweet

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🍓Chapter Twenty Seven: His🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet🍓

"I'm not getting on that. No way." I shake my head and cross my arms.

"Don't be such a girl, Nikki." He laughs.

"Uh... I hate to break it to you, Donovan. But I am a girl"

"Oh I know that, but stop acting like one." He winks and throws one leg over his Harley Davidson and grabs onto the handle bars. "You think I'd make you get on if it wasn't safe? I'm a good rider, I promise. Just hold on tight and it'll be fine." He says with a soft smile. The reassurance in his voice persuades me enough to uncross my arms and get on the back of the bike.

"Hold on tight, Nikki" He tells me with a smile and as I wrap my arms around him he twists the handle causing it to roar to life. All at once I feel the adrenaline course though my veins and he drives off away from the school.

The longer we drive, the further away we get from the quaint little town and closer we get to the forest, heading in the direction of the next town over, Sivergrayson.

Trees begin to become more frequent and the smell of old rain becomes stronger.

As he drives along the vacant highway, slick with rain, that seems to lead to no where I feel more free. More... alive.

"This is fucking great!" I yell over the sound of the Harley. He chuckles at my comment and I lift my hands in the air like I'm on a roller coaster that only goes up.

I let out a sound of contempt and joy all it once rolled into laughter.

"How's this for living, huh Nikki?" He asks back at me.

Once we've driven for a while and the thrill dies down we find our way into a clearing in the forest.

"When I saw you in art class working on that sculpture... you looked so care free and innocent." He says looking over at me. He lays with his hair tasseled and on his side propped up by his elbow. "I knew what they had been saying about you wasn't true."

"Well it's not." I tell him as I use my arms for balance and I walk, one foot in front of the other, on a huge log. "Truth be told I've only ever slept with one person." I drop down from the log and walk over to him.

"I don't see how more guys wouldn't have gotten you by now." He says. For a second, that hurt. Like what he said was an insult. "Not like that" he says. "I mean that you're so gorgeous it surprises me that not more people show interest in you... that's all"

"I suppose... but I'm not the easiest person to get along with." I tell him and sit down next to him.

"I think your pretty alright. I could hang out with you all day." He smiles at me. "Actually speaking of which we better get going, it's almost time to get back to class" he laughs. I nod and stand up as he does.

All the way back to the motorcycle it's a peaceful quiet. "Thank you... by the way" I tell him with my hands in my back pockets.

"For what?" He asks.

"For... convincing me to come out here with you." I smile at him. "This was nice."

"Yeah, no problem. I had a good time." He smiles back. And without another word we make our way back to the school, just in time for the tardy bell to ring.

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As I give Donovan a small salut with my middle finger and pointer finger I turn around to come smack-dab into Drakes hard chest.

"Hi there" I smile up at him.

"Donovan, huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. I can see the agitation in his face, but I choose to ignore it. I walk past him and continue down the hall.

"He's just a friend, Drake" I comment walking away.

"I don't want you hanging out with him, Nichole" he demands and with three large steps he's already caught up to me.

"And who are you to say who I am, and am not allowed to hang out with?" I ask him. "You're starting to sound like Ryan" I mumble under my breath.

"Oh so that's how it is?" He asks.

"Yeah, it is. Why should I listen to you anyways?" I ask with a condescending tone.

"Because, Nichole" he says an grabs my arm to make me face him. "You're mine" he cups my cheek letting all of the anger go.

"I'm yours?" I ask with a whisper.

"If you'll be mine, then yes." He says and kisses my forehead. "You'll be mine won't you?"

I don't think I could resist it if I tried, so the words that come next seem almost predicted. "Of course. I'm yours"

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By the time we get to the library, I don't think anything could ruin the day I'm having. I get to party tonight, I ditched class, and I just got asked out by my crush.

Nothing -not even Ms. Pumpernickel- could ruin this.

"Draaaaaake~" maybe I spoke too soon.

"Hey Ms. Pum" he greets her with a warm, yet 'whatthefuckdoyouwant' smile. Who can blame him, really?

"I need your little friend to take this to the office and I need to talk to you about the book order that came in last week." She drops the sickly sweet tone and turns icy immediately. "Can you do that, Nichole" she asks in a monotonous voice.

"Sure" I glare at her and take the card from her hand harshly.

As she turns her back to me and walks away with Drake he turns to look at me. I take this moment to flip Pumpernickel off and Drake chuckles.

What? I'm a bitch, I know.

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Tatiana and the boys had been informed about the party and Tots had come over to get ready with me, meanwhile the boys are all downstairs waiting for us. Cliché, isn't it?

"Is that it? We're done?" She Asks. After giving myself a once over in the mirror I nod my head. I'm simply wearing ripped light denim jeans and a floral crop top, with white vans and a messy bun, while Tatiana goes the other direction and puts on one of my black strapless dresses and red slip ons.

I apply lip gloss and head downstairs with Tatiana behind me.

"Oh geez, fina-fucking-lly!" Ryan says with a roll of his eyes. Him and I have come to a 'we can talk, but we're not necessarily buddies' thing.

"Damn, Nichole" Hakeem comments next to Drake and of course Ryan smacks him upside the head.

"Stop checking out my sister!" He hisses.

"And stop checking out my girlfriend!" Drake smacks Hakeem upside the head. Suddenly I feel a knot in my stomach as all eyes turn to Drake.

"What?" He asks.

"Girlfriend?" They all ask in unison.

"I... um" I stutter. "You know how Drake is guys... always the flirty one." I laugh nervously and shoot Drake a just-play-along look.

He smirks with a disappointment in his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, now hurry up or all the booze will be gone by the time we get there" he laughs and stuffs his hands in his pockets walking out of the front door to the cars.