It's a Battlefield : A Dricki Fan-Fic

Chapter 16

Nicki

Maybe around 2, I reluctantly called Drake and told him to meet me at the mall so I could tell him what Niyah had said. I could tell just by his voice that he was a nervous wreck. That's how well we know each other; we don't even have to see each others face to tell how they're feeling.

Needless to say, he agreed, and I started getting ready to go to the mall. First I took a quick shower, towel-dried my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. I slipped on some jeans and a K. Michelle tee, with some black Vans to match. I did my makeup, and I was ready to meet Drake at the mall.

I wasn't sure if I was dreading the meet-up with Drake or if I was excited about it. I guess it was a mixture of both. Drexcited?

Oh well. I knew I'd have to face him sooner or later.

I climbed into my car and sped off to the mall, where Drake would be waiting for me.

. . .

"So," Drake said, anxiously. "How'd it go with Niyah? What'd she say? Was she crying? Did she look angry? Was she -- "

"Whoa whoa WHOA, my nigga. Calm the fuck down and stop bombarding me with all these damn questions. Look, I know you're mad curious about what happened, but just chill for a second and let me talk," I said. Drake just sighed and looked up at me, waiting for me to continue.

"Well, she was pretty upset, to be honest."

"Yeah, I kinda figured she would be."

"She was crying and saying that she never thought you'd pull something like that and stuff," I said with a shrug.

" ... And what'd you say?" he asked, concerned.

"I said that you did it because you were jealous and you wanted to get her back or something, I don't remember. It was somewhere along those lines. We talked a little more after that, and then I convinced her to give you a call later on."

Drake was ecstatic once I told him that. He picked me up in his arms and spun me around. My heart jumped into my throat and my stomach fluttered. I wanted to stay in his embrace forever, but unfortunately, our lil' moment didn't last very long. He put me down, my heart cracked a little bit and fell back into place. I couldn't let my disappointment show on my face, though. God, that's the last thing I wanted. He couldn't find out that I had a thing for him, he never could. Our whole friendship would be ruined; it never would be the same. I had to keep it bottled up inside me for as long as possible, even though that's probably the worst thing that you could do. I mean, I could tell Rihanna, but that would make her right about me having a crush on Drake, and I knew she would rub it in my face. We can't have that, can we?

"Thank you so much, Nicki, you don't know how much this means to me. Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all? Do you need any favors? Anything?" he babbled.

I rolled my eyes. "If you just shut up, I'll call us even."

. . .

The next day, after I got home from work, I went straight to my room and buried my face in my pillow. My crush on Drake was getting bigger by the minute, and it didn't make anything better when I found out that Niyah and Drake had gotten back together. Drake told me first thing in the morning. He sounded so happy, and I tried my best to match his excitement.

"Isn't it great?!" he had said.

I laughed and with fake enthusiasm said, "Yeah, definitely! I'm so happy for you, Drake!"

That statement couldn't be any more false.

Needless to say, work was absolute torture. Drake wouldn't stop talking about how happy he was that he got Niyah back and shit. I wanted to grab him, pull his face an inch away from mine, and whisper, "Shut the fuck up" as aggressively as possible.