Whiphand, Brighthands and the other one

Chapter 3

(Caine POV)

Caine woke up with the worst headache he had ever experienced. The bright light from outside felt like an inferno eating him alive. He moaned.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" Drake's fake cheery voice said.

Caine was gonna kill him.

He rubbed his eyes and looked around to find he was laying on the floor, an unfamiliar wallet lay abandoned nearby.

Sitting on his bed, Drake held up his phone and snapped a picture of Caine with a laugh.

"I'll add that to the collection." Drake smirked down at him, "How will everyone react when i post this online."

"Don't you dare!" Caine yelled, then winced.

"Well i just pressed post, oops!" Drake answered.

Caine lifted a hand to throw Drake into a wall but he was too tired to focus.

Drake laughed, again, "Better get ready for class Caine."

Caine stood slowly and made his way over to the wardrobe, but not before giving Drake the finger.

Caine gets changed in the bathroom, usually he would spend ages making sure he looked perfect but today he just put on anything.

When he came out of the bathroom, Drake snickered at him.

"What?" Caine asked, annoyed.

"You have a sports top with a blazer, PE shorts and school shoes on." Drake told him, "You can't wear both sports and normal uniform!"

Caine was too sore to change it.

A knock on the door interrupted them.

Caine went to open it but Diana had already walked in, with her clothes rumpled up and hair wild.

"DRAKE MERWIN!! How could you post this?!" Diana yelled, holding her phone out and waving it angrily.

"Post what?" Caine asked, then remembered, the picture of him and apparently more.

Diana passed him her phone, a video was on the screen posted by @DrakeSadist. A few photos too.

"Who, Me?" Asked Drake, "I wouldn't do anything like that!"

Well even Caine knew that wasn't true. He would have to have a talk and assert his dominant perfect rule over the thug.

Caine pressed play on the video which apparently went for a few hours. Instantly he saw himself and Diana drinking some mocktail as Drake grinned at the camera. Katy Perry sang in the background.

Some memories came flooding back mainly of Drake and a boy with brown hair and a surfer haircut.

Caine advanced forward an hour in the video and there he was, drunk off his ass making out with the surfer dude.

"Ha, i remember that bit." Drake snorted.

"Oh so it was you then." Diana snapped back.

On screen, Drake stepped closer behind Caine and bit into his neck.

Caine lifted his hand and felt the hickies. He hadn't noticed them.

Past Caine moaned. In the background a tall guy in a fedora chucked a Fanta and then threw his fedora wildly.

Next to him, Dekka Talent gave Brianna Berenson, a 12 year old, a kiss. Caine hadn't seen that coming

Past Drake, reached for the surfer dude, who he just remembered was called Sam. And pinched his nipple hard, and twisted.

On video Caine, edged closer and whispered, "that looks great."

Drake reached over with his other hand and did the same to Caine.

Watching this was... helping with his memories. Alot.

Now a night of blurred lust was coming back to him and god, it was strange but nice.

Who knew Drake could be that good at making out.

"The whole video is like that." Diana said, snapping Caine out of his trance, he passed the phone back to her.

"Your just mad because Caine finds me hotter." Drake told her.

"I dunno, he looked all over that Sam guy." Diana answered.

The warning bell went overhead. No time for breakfast.

"This isn't over. We are talking at lunch." Diana said pointed a painted nail at Drake.

---------(Lunch)---------

When lunch finally arrived, Caine was sick of people mentioning that stupid video.

After getting his lunch, Caine stomped back to his dorm, where he, Drake and Diana usually at lunch.

He burst in to find Drake already there.

They ate in silence until Diana walked in thirty seconds later.

"You've caused chaos Drake." Diana told him.

"I know it's wonderful."

It was not wonderful, all the teachers had given him weird looks and the entire school had decided to call him "Drake's whore" instead of Caine and god forbid he didn't know how many times he had been asked about Sam.

"I got a text from our surfer." Drake drawled.

"His name is Sam!" Diana sassed.

"What did he say?" asked Caine.

"He left his wallet here." Drake held up the offending wallet, smugly, "I said we would give it back at McDonalds."

"That's in Perdido beach." Said Diana, "We can't leave Coates."

"I don't care, we can catch a taxi. It's practically a date." Drake told her, "Your coming Caine."

"Do it yourself, Drake." Diana snapped at him.

"I mean.. I can go." Caine looked between them.

It seemed dodgy. He didn't know what Drake wanted, but he knew Drake hadn't been high last night.

"I'm not going to try anything." Drake told Diana, "I just need him to pay for the taxi."

"Fine." Caine answered, "I'll go to McDonalds with you and give Sam his wallet back."

Drake looked way to triumphant for just needing money.