It's a Battlefield : A Dricki Fan-Fic

Chapter 17

1 week later...

Drake

It's been a week, and I haven't heard from Nicki since the meet-up with her at the mall. I mean, sure, there's work, but she hardly even looks at me. She hasn't asked me to carpool her recently, either. She leaves work as soon as her shift ends, without even telling me "bye" like she used to. I hadn't received any calls or texts from her. I was starting to worry about her. Was she ok? What was going on? She's never this quiet for this long.

I decided to give her yet another call, but it went straight to voicemail.

"This is Nicki, sorry I didn't answer your call. I'll get back to you as soon as possible, except I probably won't." She cackled her little cackle. "Peace, bitch."

I hung up and tried again.

Nothing.

I shook my head and gave up. She wasn't gonna answer, let's face the truth.

Nevertheless, I hoped that she'd defunk soon. I missed us.

"Niyah, baby," I called to her as I ran up the stairs to our bedroom, where she was lay on the bed, on her phone. "Go get dressed, Imma take you out for lunch today."

"Why?" she asked, her eyes still glued to her iPhone screen.

"Because," I said, "I wanna do something with you today. I'm tired of being stuck in this apartment."

"Why can't we just stay here?" she whined. "I don't wanna get ready today."

"Then just go like you are now. I think without makeup, you still bad as hell."

She finally looked up from her phone and glared at me. "You're just saying that because you're my boyfriend, admit it."

"No," I said, as I sit on the bed with her. "I'm serious."

"Yeah, ok," she said sarcastically and went back to whatever she was doing on her phone. I finally got fed up and took it from her, straight out her hands. Her eyes widened as she realized what I had just done. She tried to grab it back, but I was too quick for her. I just sat there, amused, as she tried to yank it from my grasp.

She pushed me down on the bed and got on top of me, her hands fighting mine to get her phone back. Finally, after five minutes of struggling, I just stuffed her phone down my pants, a smirk painted upon my face.

"How ya feel now, boo?" I asked.

"You're a sick son of a bitch, you know that?" she huffed, her arms crossed over her chest. "Give it. Now."

"You'll have to get it yourself," I said smugly. She rolled her eyes, fed up with my games.

"Drake, you not cute. I'm not gonna reach my hand down yo pants to get my phone back from you," she declared. "Witcho nasty lil' ass. Fuck outta here."

"Then I guess it's gonna stay in there."

It was silent for a couple seconds until she sighed in defeat.

"Ugh, fiinnee," she groaned, as she unbuckled my pants and fumbled around until she found her phone. She grabbed it and pulled it out so fast, I didn't have time to stop her.

She looked at me smugly.

"How ya feel now, boo?" she mocked.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, stealing a kiss from her as I did so.

"Now get dressed, baby," I commanded, walking out the room before she had a chance to argue with me.

Nicki