Her Knight In Rusty Armor

Chapter XVI

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Bellezza Naturale
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"Shoot him, he's there! Behind you– God, Drake, you suck at this!"

"Stop throwing a wobbly! I don't play as bad as you say I do!"

"Of course you do. Man, I shouldn't have put you in my team–"

"Oh, cut the tosh, Ash–"

"Can you two please quiet down in there?"

We immediately fell silent upon hearing Nora's annoyed yell.

After a very hectic day of uni and successfully not talking to Kate the entire day – mind you, I was keeping an eye out for danger, AKA Zane – I had decided to retreat to Drake's dorm.

I was in no mood to talk to that brunette who had apparently chosen an art freak over the hottest guy in the University of Westwood.

Well... I guess it wasn't entirely Kate's fault. Maybe I was way too narcissistic and karma was having its way with me.

"I'm powering this rubbish off," Drake muttered, switching his console off, and I switched the TV off for him. We had been playing for two hours straight, so I guess it was time to call it a day.

My stomach rumbled loudly, and I sheepishly glanced at Drake.

"Got any snacks?"

"Am I not enough for you?"

I cackled at him.

"Guess who fancies the opposite gender now, hmm?" I cooed at him.

He waved his hand at me, dismissing my statement, and strolled out of the bedroom. I followed suit, glancing at Nora, who was sprawled on the beige couch in the sitting lounge as she watched a show on the television placed before her.

Drake opened the refrigerator door, a stream of orange light spilling onto the floor, simultaneously lighting up the contents of the refrigerator.

As I peered inside it, I could only see two apples, a bunch of stranded bananas, a loaf of bread, some carton milk, and a few more items which were fully established on a balanced diet.

Suddenly, I craved pasta; the same pasta that Kate had cooked for me the night she had sung on our balcony.

"Hmm, have this," Drake said, magically summoning his signature slushie cup from inside the refrigerator.

"Nah, it's yours. Ashton Miller, of all people, understands the importance of a snack you'd–"

"Shut your hole and drink it up!"

Immediately doing as he said, I sheepishly grabbed the cup from his hands, swishing the liquid around inside it.

Hesitantly taking a sip from it, I found myself in a zingy, luscious daze, spurts of icy pleasure pumping through my veins. It was a bit too refreshing, so I shook my head to get some of the chilliness off myself.

"Damn, what flavour?"

"Wild cherry, mate. It gets me chuffed! Refreshing, innit?"

I hummed a yes at him, taking another huge sip of the freezing delight. It was at that moment I understood why he had such a fair amount of love for slushies.

We both walked into the sitting lounge, plopping on either side of Nora. She passed us an annoyed glance, then skipped her chocolate brown eyes back to the television.

"Why aren't you in your own dorm flirting with Kath?" she asked, her eyes still glued to the TV screen. The question was obviously posed for me.

I had told Drake about everything: About how Kate had a 'friend' from her Art class named Niall, and how she was planning on going to the party with him. I had also enlightened him about the newfound sensation of jealousy that had been bubbling inside me, feeling quite thankful when he didn't tease me in return.