Trickle- A Vampire Dricki Fanfic

Chapter Three- Nicki

Jesus, help me.

When Drake walked up to me, all I could think was God DAYUM! and I swear my panties dropped so quick. He's got medium-sized muscles, still sexy though, and those eyes. Oh my goodness, those eyes. They're a light brown, like the color of chocolate. He's got small curls on his hair and those lips would make any girl swoon.

He helps me into the lobby of the  hotel and leans my bags against a nearby wall. I grin at him.

"Thanks, Aubrey."

He flashes me a big smile, showing off straight, white teeth. "Anytime. Speaking of. . ." He takes his iPhone from his pocket and goes to his contacts. "May I have your number?"

I tell him it and he enters it into his phone.

"Great." Drake takes my hand and kisses it gently. "Maybe we can see each other again later?"

"Of course," I say, instantly smitten by his charm.

He turns on his heel, waving behind him as he walks out the glass double doors. "See ya later." He gives me one last look before he goes across the street, me watching him disappear into a dark alleyway.

I check in at the hotel desk and pull my luggage to room 20. I unlock the door and sigh with relief. I drop my bags on the floor and flump onto the clean, fresh-smelling bed while observing my living space for now.

There's a small table next to the bed and a bathroom across the room. The bed is queen-sized and the walls are painted a tan, khaki color. I smile. It's not too bad. I could get used to this.

I lay on my back. Then I take my phone out and call my best friend, Rihanna.

She picks up on the second ring. "Yes?" she asks.

I squeal. "Rih! Guess what."

She takes a deep breath. "What."

I frown. "Were you sleep?"

"Yeah, I just got to my house from work. I'm tired as hell." Rihanna's thick Barbadian accent makes me smile.

"Okay, well, anyway, I met someone!"

Instantly, she perks up. "Say what?!"

"Yes! He is drop dead sexy, girl. I need to send you a picture in a couple minutes."

"Fuck yeah! What's his name?"

"His full name is Aubrey Graham, but he told me to call him Drake. He helped me take my stuff into the hotel when I got here, ain't that cute?"

Silence.

"Rih?"

"Did you say his name was Aubrey?" she asks softly.

"Yeah. Why?" Though I know she can't see it, I lift an eyebrow.

"Don't fuck with him," she whispers. "He's a bad person. Don't fuck with him."

"What for?" I ask with attitude. "Was he yo main nigga in the past? Is that why?"

"That's exactly the reason! Don't talk to him. At all. Okay?"

I roll my eyes. "Fine. Whatever. Jeez."

"Promise me," Rihanna hisses.

"I promise! Damn!" I say, irritated.

My phone vibrates against my ear and I look at the screen. There's a text:

???: Hey wsp :*

I put the phone back next to my head. "I'm gonna start putting my clothes and stuff up. Bye."