The Agency And The Division ✔ [REWRITING]

Chapter 38 Revelations

"Let's go then." I said while throwing a helmet at a sleeping Drayton.

The sleeping arrangements were settled quite quickly and the poor guy was too late to call dibs on anyone with a bed and ended up on the couch.

Eszter and Blake had taken Christian's bed and Christian had slept next to me. Tyler, Haze and Mackenzie were forced to share a bed while Brooke slept next to Brett, of course. I have been noticing something going on between those two; the way they look at each other with so much adoration and the several times they hold each others hands. They really are good for each other.

God, when did I become such a shipper?

Anyways, I have decided that I would go out with Drayton to teach him some essentials on motorbiking and that gave us the perfect alibi so that we could go and check on the address, which is still tattooed on my neck by the way. Thanks a lot Kendrid.

Drayton got all the air knocked out of him as the helmet hit him square in the stomach. He groaned, but caught the black helmet and slowly sat up with his hair messed up in a cute way on top of his head. I suddenly got the urge to run my hand through his hair and smoothen it down a bit, but resisted with all my willpower, because that would just make things even more awkward between us.

"I need coffee before I do anything." He stated and didn't make any kind of a move to get up, causing me to sighs.

"Don't worry, I need coffee too. Just get dressed properly and we can get Starbucks downstairs." I said and patted his hair.

What? If I can't run my hand through it, I will at lest pat it.

He seemed some how surprised by my small gesture, but chose not to think much of it as he got up and walked out of the living room/kitchen area and grabbed his bag on his way to the bathroom.

I guess it's best if we just forget the whole scene between the two of us yesterday. This way things won't get complicated.

I don't know how long I sat there alone, but the next time I snapped out of it, it was caused by Drayton saying my name, well the nickname he has decided he will be using from now on, and surprisingly it didn't bother me as much as it usually does when someone else says it than my mother.

Well, it's not the exact same nickname that my mother usually used, but she used that one too. The one she usually used was Kiki, which I never liked but she just kept on calling me by that name so long that eventually I didn't even notice that she didn't use my real name.

I grabbed my leather jacket from the couch and looked up at him and he was standing there next to the kitchen counter in his usual outfit, which consisted of his black cargo pants with his combat boots of the same color and a black T-shirt and a black leather jacket instead of his usual navy blue combat jacket.

Huh, who knew he owned more jackets than one.

I myself was wearing similar clothes to his; my usual black leather jacket on top of a black cropped long sleeved shirt with my own cargo pants and since I didn't own a pair of motorbiking boots, I wore the next best thing for motorbiking which was combat boots.

"Are you trying to copy me or something?" I enquired.

"I could be asking you the same question." He smirked. "You weren't wearing that jacket just a couple seconds ago.

"What? That doesn't make any sense." I frowned.

"A lot of things don't." He said as he walked to the door, leaving me standing there confused by his confusing words and everything. "Are you coming?"