Chapter Thirteen

I paced around the room in hopes of keeping my excitement at bay. I have been jumpy all day and my friends knew something was up but I think they knew when to back off.

Or was it because I gave them creepiest grin?

Anyways, as soon as the last bell rung, I walked – more like sprinted – to this very classroom.

Drew told me to go here after school and it’s been five minutes since I got here! He better have a good plan or else I’m going to strangle him.

“You’re early,” A voice said and I almost jumped right through the roof.

I turned around, a huge smile slowly creeping up to my face as I saw Drew there standing right at the door with a backpack slung casually on his right shoulder.

“You’re late,” I blurted out, pointing to him for extra dramatic effects.

He raised an eyebrow before he let out a hearty chuckle, “I almost forgot how crazy you are.”

Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?

To hear his chuckle, God I loved that sound.

“I miss you,” I suddenly state. After that, I blushed furiously, I swear that my mouth has its own way of thinking.

Drew’s expression softened before he finally stepped in and closed the door behind him. He reached inside his backpack and took out a bag of chips.

He pulled out a chair and casually sat on it, munching on the chips while doing so. I only stared at him with confusion and when he caught my gaze, he lifted up the bag to my direction, “Want some?”

This guy is simply too much for the human brain to understand, though I’ve deducted this completely. He has forgiven me and now we’re back to the way we were before. He was acting as if the whole disagreement never happened.

“So the winter dance is this Friday,” I casually started out a conversation, sitting on the chair next to him.

He nodded as he flicked a chip in the air and caught it with his mouth. He chewed loudly on it as I gave him a disapproving look, but he only rolled his eyes in response.

“Are you going?” I pressed on.

“Nope.”

I frowned at this, “Why?”

“I hate dancing,” he answered simply. Ah, blunt as ever.

“But you helped on decorating the gym,” I reasoned, “Don’t you want to see your hard work pay off?”

“Nope,” he deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest, “I decorated that gym because I’m failing math. Mr. Roberts did give me the extra credit I needed to pass, but I have the rest of the school year to worry about.”

An idea suddenly popped into my brain as I slowly smirked at him, “I have a proposal for you.”

He slumped on his chair before rolling his eyes at me, “And what would that be?”

“I’ll tutor you in math,” I started out, “If you go to the winter formal.”

He gave me a steel look as if he was weighing his options. Oh for God’s sake, I’ll be the one taking some time out of my schedule to teach him one of the hardest subjects in school, and all he has to do is wear a tux and enter the gym on Friday night.

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically and I resisted the urge to slap him upside the head.

“Good,” I nodded before standing up and grabbing my bag. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“I still have to work; a co-worker asked me to fill in for his shift,” he told me with a frown.

“Then let’s head to One-Eighty Degrees Coffee,” I smiled, practically skipping to the door as Drew followed right behind me.

We rode separately to the mentioned café; I drove my car while Drew took his motorcycle. I could still watch him from my rearview mirror to reassure me that he was still there.

Note to self, never have a fight with Drew.

As if… I’m giving us twenty-four hours on a maximum before we start another argument.

I parked into one of the available spaces in the café’s parking lot and I exited my car just when Drew was taking off his helmet and hopping off of his bike.

He excused himself for he had to go inside through the Employee’s Door while I had to enter from the main entrance. With a promise that he’d be my waiter, I got inside the homey café.

In an instant, the chubby manager was escorting me to an available booth, “What would you like, Miss Graham?”

Instead of answering him, I lifted a hand and waved him off. He seems offended but by my passive face, he seems to take a hint and scurried away.

“What did you do to my boss and why do you have him sulking in the kitchen?” The oh so familiar voice chuckled.

Drew approached my table holding a glass of water and set it down in front of me.

“He was starting to get on my nerves,” I replied nonchalantly.

He shook his head as an amused expression was plastered on his face, and held up his notepad and pen and looked at me expectantly, “May I get your order?”

“Surprise me,” I shrugged and he nodded, spinning on his heel and heading to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, I was starting regret my decision in putting my trust in Drew. Sitting right in front of me was a disgusting looking cake… or I think it’s a cake.

Its icing was green, and not the lime green or mint that some pastries have – it was a mossy green that made me want to puke.

“What the hell is this?!” I screeched and Drew grinned.

“The café is thinking of expanding its menu and they asked their employees to give the samples of their suggested pastries,” he explained, “And this is mine.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I gaped at him, then back to the cake. “So I’m going to be your guinea pig?”

“I didn’t say that but if you put it that way…”

“Shut up!” I hissed before gently picking up my fork and poking it at the side. It tilted a little but it remained standing. I twisted the plate around to examine all sides of the cake with a look of uncertainty.

“Relax, I wouldn’t give you poison to eat.”

I sliced a tiny part with my fork and held it up to my eye level, “You owe me big time,” I gritted out before shoving the fork into my mouth and sliding it out, leaving the cake inside.

As soon as I swallowed it, I felt sick and ran to the bathroom. I threw up all of the contents of my stomach as I heard a figure come inside. I didn’t have the chance to close the cubicle door earlier so the person could clearly see what was happening to me.

“I think I put too much mayonnaise,” Drew concluded while I flushed the contents of the toilet.

“You put in mayonnaise in the cake?!” I exclaimed and he nodded as an answer. He offered a hand and I gladly took then he hoisted me up back on my feet.

“Now we’re even,” he smirked, and I had an urge to slap him. Seriously, that’s the way he gets even with me?

“Everett!” I heard a voice – I presume was the manager’s – bellow from outside the restrooms.

Drew sighed, “I guess I’m in for a lengthy lecture.”

He strode out of the bathroom and I splashed some cold water on my face before following him. When I went outside, Drew was nowhere in sight along with the manager, even though you could hear their voices a mile away.

I pushed open the kitchen door and went in; I no longer cared that I wasn’t allowed in here. There, the cooks were all pushed to the corner as the manager yelled angrily at poor Drew.

“You gave Celeste Graham your blasted cake?!” he screamed, “It sent her right to the toilets. You could have ruined us!”

Instead of feeling intimidated, Drew had this annoyed expression on his face as he continued to lazily listen to his boss.

“Sorry?” he sarcastically offered.

“Sorry?” the manager repeated with an expression of disbelief, “You’re fired!”

“He’s fired?” I asked, speaking up for the first time since I entered the room. All eyes turned to me, and the look on the manager’s face morphed into a one of horror.

“Could you please repeat that?” I requested, daring him to do it. My glare was enough to bore holes in the side of his head and I could see his hands shaking as he tightly gripped the edge of the clipboard he was holding.

I shared a mocking look with Drew as he shook in silent laughter at his boss’ reaction. Trust me, I was trying not to laugh myself.

“I-I…I,” he stammered out and I raised a brow. What happened next made me released all self-control and burst into laughter. The front of his pants started to get damp, and we all concluded that he actually peed his pants.

“E-excuse me,” he said in extreme embarrassment as he used his hands to cover his front before running out through the kitchen doors.

“Oh my God,” I wheezed out, tears forming in my eyes from extreme laughter.

“That was hilarious,” Drew laughed, high-fiving me.

“Well, looks like you still have a job,” I giggled, looking back at the doors where the manager ran out.

“Yup,” Drew nodded in confirmation, “You should visit more often then.”

My smile grew wider in response. Why in the hell did I ever fight with this guy?

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand which caused sparks to crawl up through my whole body, “Let’s go home.”

“But you still have work,” I’m actually praising myself by the fact that I kept my voice steady.

“I’ll ditch,” he shrugged as he started pulling me to the Employees Only door. I didn’t protest any longer, mainly because I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to form an intelligent sentence with my mouth.

He grabbed his bag and took off his button up shirt. I instantly turned around as I tried – and failed – to calm down my blush.

“Ready,” I heard as I felt him zoom past me and out of the door, and I obediently followed.

I headed to my car as he went to the direction of his bike. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I nodded and waved him a goodbye before sliding inside my car and starting the ignition. I saw Drew drive out of the parking lot, and banged my head against the steering wheel; I concluded one thing though…

Drew Everett will be the death of me.

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Please don't kill me for the horribly long wait. Let me just rant for one second, alright? 

I barely had any sleep all week, like I said, my class are in the cream section so I'm actually bombarded with school work! This week has been nothing but stressful, I sleep at twelve midnight doing school work and I wake up at five in the morning to get ready for school!

Okay, I've cooled down.

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