Inexplicable (Drake)

Chapter 36

Drake's P.O.V

The ghostly hallways were empty because there still wasn't an hour till school started.

There was some meeting about a charity event for the end of the year that all the teachers had to attend. I really hated waking up earlier than I had to.

I walked into the teachers staff room looking through the room for a seat.

"Good morning Mr.Graham" Miss.Gharooni said to me while pouring tea into a mug that said 'Best Teacher Ever'.

"Morning" I replied smiling.

I sat on the brown leather couch on the opposite side of Miss.Jenner. She was a blonde teacher that all the single guys were trying to get. She had been receiving nasty comments from immature pupils about her breasts. After that she ditched her fitted dresses and would only be seen in jumpers and baggy clothes.

"Do you know what this is about?" She asked me looking up from her magazine.

"Some fundraiser thing" I told her. She let out a agitated sigh.

"Again!" She replied flipping a page.

After that, Mr.Duncan and his assistant Mrs. Turner arrived.

"Good morning staff, I'm so very glad that you came extra early to attend this meeting" he said with a sickly sweet voice.

"Now, you may be wondering why I brought you all together. First of all, I will need volunteers to help out for the summer fair fundraiser. Raise your hand if you'd like to join into that"

I could hear people murmuring in excitement and looking around there was a lot of hands up. Mrs. Turner jotted their names down in her notebook.

"Also I would like a few volunteers to monitor the Senior Prom" my hand shot up first and I could see Miss.Jenner having a little giggle.

I had to go to the prom to see Sabrina. It wasn't fair that I wasn't going to be able to do all the traditional things that I did in my senior Prom with her but the least I could do is be there for her.

Mr. Duncan went on about all the procedures and how things were going to work out.

He opted to put me on door duty to collect tickets but I got him to swap me out with Mr.Jurd so I would be on food duty instead.

I needed to be able to see her in her beautiful dress, all done up, knowing that she was mine.

After the meeting I went to my classroom and just got on with some lesson plans for a while.

My mind drifted to last night when that woman 'Kennedy' kissed me. I had to tell Sabrina about it. It wasn't like it was my fault or anything but if she found out about this any other way then it would look like I was in the wrong.

I slipped a note into Sabrina's telling her to meet me in my classroom at lunchtime. She'd probably head there anyway because after falling out with her friends and losing Harry, she only hung out with me at school.

We'd lock the door and just make out a little. It couldn't make me anymore happier.

Sabrina's P.O.V

I woke up feeling rough sheets on top of my body. I wasn't wearing all of my clothes and then I spotted it on the floor beside me.

"What the hell?!" I shouted while scrambling out of bed. The quick action made my eyes go fuzzy and my brain ache.

There was a guy sleeping under the covers topless and only just waking up. His light brown hair was messed up and his body shape was trying to catch all the warmth and comfort from the covers.

"Oh no, I didn't" I whisper to myself feeling guilt build up in me.

"No you didn't"the guy grumbled.

"What?" I replied surprised.

"We didn't have sex if that's what you were implying" he said opening his eyes revealing green and hazel specks."and if I was you then I would put on some more clothes before this stranger got ideas" he smirked at me.

I was in my underwear and a thin white t-shirt that wasn't mine so I threw it off. I grabbed my clothes and put them on as quick as I could.

" I'll give you a drive home, just give me a few minutes to get ready" he said politely.

"No, no I can get my boyfriend to take me home, erm do you know where my phone is?" I said looking around the messy room.

He was a white typical middle class boy with converse boxes around his room and I could see Ralph Lauren polos peaking out of his wardrobe.

"I dunno, you could've lost it last night at the pub, you got pretty drunk" he chuckled getting out of bed, revealing that he was only in a pair of hot pink boxers.

I crossed my arms "and what exactly happened last night?" I asked curiously.

"Well you were ordering a drink at the bar and I was with my friends so they dared me to come up and talk to you, we took a few shots and you began doing the karaoke. I didn't really drink afterwards but you kept going so you passed out eventually, I didn't really know what to do so I brought you here" he explained while putting clothes on as he went on.

"Oh god" I groaned." What's your name anyway?" I asked. If this guy was lying and had actually kidnapped me or something then it would be good to get his name.

"Derek Cohen, and you're Sabrina"

"Yeah I think I would know my own name"I said with sarcasm.

"Look I'll take you home, are you hungry?" he offered. I shook my head at him even though I knew I was hungry and really thirsty.

"Well I am so we'll have omelettes" he said going downstairs. I was in need of a good wash but I simply rolled my eyes and followed him down until we reached his all-white kitchen.

I sat on a chair at the table as he began taking stuff out of the cupboards.

It wasn't silence as we ate. It was his enthusiastic questions and funny imagination that made my stomach twist.

His phone started ringing and he went out of the room to take the call. " His butt is cute" I mouth to myself as he walks out.

Stop ittttttt! I'm so frustrated over my thoughts sometimes. Is it natural to have little crushes on strangers? I get them all the time if I'm on the train or at the mall. Stories made up in my head based on guys I find attractive. Thinking back on it I just feel it's wrong. As if it's cheating.

This was all a mistake and should never happen again. I should really lay off the alcohol.

I can't believe the thoughts that were going through my head. What was I thinking I was gonna do with this guy?

I already had a boyfriend and after 3 months with him I should remember that.

Derek returned and leaned on the doorframe while swinging keys around his finger.

"Let's go" he announced. I followed him and zipped my hoodie up.

Once we got outside I saw him stand beside an all black motorbike.

"There's no way I'm getting on that"