In The Band (girlxgirl)

Twenty-Five 🎸

Eventually, the air got so chilly that Bridget and I made the wise decision to head back home. She made her way back to her house, while I made my way back to my university flat, only to find that Drake was leant against the door of his flat smiling smugly at me. I rolled my eyes and walked inside hurriedly. I didn't want to deal with him right now. My mind was clear and I felt happier. My time spent with Bridget had been calming. She was a good influence on me, in all honesty. I was very lucky to have met her, even if it was slightly painful at times. Nothing good was ever easy, though, was it? I did have to wonder whether I should tell her how I was feeling but I didn't want to ruin everything. Then again, Bridget had always been so sincere and honest with me. I believed that she deserved the same back. Besides, maybe there was a chance she felt the same way, and even if she didn't, the two of us would always be friends. There were no doubts in my mind about that. I merely had to muster up some courage and confidence in myself and tell Bridget how I was feeling. At that thought, I realised that I really didn't even have a clue how I was going to tell her that. 

With all of these thoughts in mind, I got changed as soon as I got back to my room and then decided to make my way to the local gym. Frustratingly enough, once I got there I realised that Drake must have had the same idea. 

"Can't get enough of me, huh?" Drake asked me, as he made his way over to my treadmill. 

"Please, Drake. Not right now," I said. 

Drake took a step back then, in his surprise. 

"Woah. What got into your bra?" he asked me. 

"Scorpions. I'll throw one at you if you don't leave me alone," I retorted in frustration, as I continued to stare straight ahead. 

I wasn't about to let Drake Richards, of all people, bother me. He wasn't worth it. He craved attention, though, but I wasn't about to give it to him. I knew that he was only hanging around me because he wanted to annoy me. 

"I was just about to leave the gym anyway. I have a date with Bridget," he said. 

Ignore him, I told myself. I just couldn't, though. 

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked him, as I pressed pause on the treadmill and had to catch myself before I fell right off it. 

"Got your attention, didn't I? Anyway, the point is that I am so going to beat your band's ass into the ground when we enter these semi finals, Ambers. You've been warned," he told me, as an expression of confidence overpowered his former serious expression. 

I suppressed an eye roll, only barely, as I shrugged and walked away from him.

Frustratingly enough, he decided to follow me. 

"So, you're not actually dating Bridget?" I asked him. 

He gave a shake of his head in response to that. 

"Why did you break up anyway? Not that I'm surprised. She deserves far better than you," I said. Curiosity got the better of me. 

"I stupidly kissed someone else when I got drunk. I'm an idiot. Point is, you're right, Roxy. She probably does deserve better than me," he said. Drake's eyes looked to the sky for a moment, as a seagull flew by overhead. He soon returned his attention to me, once the bird was out of sight. His eyes were startlingly blue. While Bridget's were calm like the ocean, Drake's looked as though they were struck with electricity. 

I gave a nod in response to Drake's comment. 

"I agree. You are stupid and she does deserve better," I said decisively, as I continued to walk on past him and watched as some red squirrels scurried past in front of me. 

Drake sighed behind me, which prompted me to turn back to him. 

"We don't have to hate each other, Ambers. We could be friends," he said optimistically. "Everyone makes mistakes. It's what you do with the mistakes that you made that matters," he said. It didn't make too much sense, but I had a feeling that he spoke with the right intentions. 

"Maybe so. I'm still going to beat you though, Richards," I replied nonchalantly. 

Drake chuckled at that. 

"Good luck," he said, as he held his hand out to me. 

I gave a perfectly timed roll of my eyes and then shook his hand back, after spitting on it, of course.

Drake grimaced, while I smirked back at him. 

"See you later, Drake," I said, as I waved and began to make my way back to my flat. 

As soon as I got through the front door, Yana skipped down the hall towards me.  

"I came up with an idea," Yana said, as she dragged on the last vowel. 

"Yeah?" I asked her, as I took my ear buds out of my ears. 

"An idea for our outfits for the semi finals. I think we should wear yellow," she said. 

My eyes widened a fraction at that. Yellow? 

"Yellow?" I asked. 

Yana nodded her head enthusiastically. 

"Yeah! It's my favourite colour and it stands out. It's memorable. We want people to remember our performance. Of course, I know that everyone has their own styles but...look," she said, as she grabbed her sketchbook out of her bag and showed me her costume ideas. 

I smiled, as my eyes glanced over her designs. 

"You know what? These are actually impressive, Yana. I like them," I said. 

"I have a lot of ideas...so I wanted to get some of them down onto paper," Yana explained. 

I gave an understanding nod of my head, as I continued to look over each one of her designs. They really were great! Yana was an exceptionally talented artist, as well as a pianist, it seemed. 

"I know I have my head in the clouds a lot of the time but-" Yana began to say. I quickly interjected. 

"But for good reason. You're incredibly imaginative, Yana. It's really awesome to see," I said. 

Yana's cheeks pinkened slightly, as she smiled back at me appreciatively. 

"Thank you, Roxy," she said. "So, what do you think? Should we use my designs?" she asked. 

"Hell yes," I replied, with a grin.