It's a Battlefield : A Dricki Fan-Fic

Chapter 23

Nicki

Since just last night Drake and I made up, I figured it'd only make sense if I worked on SB now. It's been a while since we've talked, and I was anxious to find out how he'd been doing without me. Was he a wreck? Was he happier? I'd never know if I didn't go and see him in person.

I took a quick shower and blowdried my hair, and then pulled it into a high ponytail. I threw on a plain black v-neck and some jeans, and I put on some black Vans to match. I did my makeup, and I was ready to go.

I told Rih I was going to go see SB and try and sort things out, but it was pretty clear she wasn't fond of my idea.

"I don't think that's a very good idea, Nic," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Something bad is destined to happen. I can feel it."

"You can feel it?" I asked, amused.

"I just know something is going to go wrong. Seriously, Nicki, this isn't a good idea. Just please trust me, ok?"

"Rih, you know I trust you. This isn't about trust. I just want to know what's going on with SB, you know? I don't want to get back together or anything, I just want to clear things up," I assured.

She sighed, defeated. "Ok, Nicki. Go see him. But when something bad happens and you come home crying, I won't say I told you so, ok?"

I waved her off and walked out the door. I didn't have time for any of her "I-won't-say-I-told-you-so" speeches. I was ready to face SB.

I drove all the way to SB's apartment complex and parked. I tried to remember our room number the best I could. What was it again? 2-4A?

I knocked on 2-4A's door, and it took what seemed like an eternity for somebody to answer.

And, as predicted, SB was that somebody.

He looked extremely shocked to see me. His eyes were wide, mouth agape.

"Uh, Nicki. Hi. What are you doing here?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Um, I came here to talk to you..." I said. I looked him up and down, and suddenly noticed he was half naked. He only had his underwear on. I suddenly got this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. What was going on? He would never answer the door half naked; trust me, I know him.

"Why are you half naked?" I asked him, trying to catch a glance inside of the apartment. I guess I was expecting to see, like, porno playing on the TV screen, but I ended up seeing something ten million times worse.

Mandi -- also half naked -- on the living room couch.

My mouth hung open, and I forcefully pushed SB out of the way to get to her hoe ass. He tried to hold me back from her, but he wasn't strong enough.

"What the fuck is this hoe doing here?" I asked angrily, pointing to her.

"Oh, uhm, it's actually a funny story, Nicki," Mandi said nervously, quickly standing up and throwing her t-shirt and shorts on.

"I'm real fuckin' sure. You can tell me it while I beat ya ugly ass!"

I tried to lunge at her, but SB caught me at the last second. I tried to pry him off of me, but he had an iron grip this time.

"Nicki! Chill the fuck out!" he yelled at me as Mandi hurried out the front door, leaving her purse behind.

"What was that, SB?! What the fuck?!"

"It was -- "

"How long has this been going on?!"

"I mean -- "