Drake POV

Never hit a girl...Never hit a girl...

I kept telling myself this in my head as the redhead babbled on about some professor at her university who was marking her psychology coursework unfairly, which could seriously harm her chances of getting her degree with flying colours.

Now, I had managed to get all of that from what she was saying, but by the god of me I cannot remember this chick's name.

The mind works in mysterious ways.

"...and I said to him, that was a totally valid point because the textbook even supported the theory!" she continued to complain, but by this point my mind was wondering off to the FAT bacon sandwich I was going to make when I rolled in drunk at the end of the night.

"...he told me to re-write the whole thing just because apparently my name and the title of the essay didn't count as part of the 10,000 words..."

Definitely going to put brown sauce in there.

"...Even my best friend Hailey; I told you about Hailey, completely agreed that it was SO unfair..."

I might toast the bread actually...

"...She was like 'OH.MY.GOD' I so can't believe he made you do that..."

Yeah, definitely toast the bread...

"Drake!" I snapped out of my thoughts, almost checking the corner of my mouth for drool after daydreaming about that beautiful crispy bacon sandwich, dripping with brown sauce...

"DRAKE!"

Jesus, I have the attention span of a dead fish.

"Yeah?" I finally replied, putting my attention back to the redhead who was looking at me with accusing eyes.

"Were you even listening to me?" She asked, pouting slightly with her brows raised as she waited for my answer like my mother would when I was younger and she asked me something along the lines of 'What do you have to say for yourself young man?'

That one look made me realise that this girl was sooo not worth putting myself through this. Sure, she was hot but having to spend the whole night listening to her babble and act like my mother when I pissed her off just on the slight chance she will come home and suck my dick like a hoover was just too much work.

I just got out of jail man, I need to take it easy.

"Look I'm not going to lie to you lady, I zoned out around the time you started talking about university loans. I just came out with my friend to have a few drinks and hook up with easy girls that could give me a quick fix but then I would have run out on you in the morning before you'd have had a chance to say 'call me'. I really did think that girl could have been you, but quite frankly you've bored the erection out of me." I quickly cleared up, sighing heavily as I got that off my chest.

One thing you should know about me, I hate beating around the bush. I was fed up of this girl, why shouldn't I tell her? It might give her a few pointers on how not to bore a guy to near suicide in the future.

She was staring at me with her eyes wide open, her jaw almost on her knees at the words that just came out of my mouth. She didn't move for a while, and I was just about to snap my fingers in her face and shout at her to see if she was still with us when I suddenly remembered I had no clue what to actually shout. I just called the freaking girl 'lady'.

"Oh by the way..." I began like I had just remembered something "What is your name?"

And that is how on the first night of me as a free man, I got slapped around the face by an anonymous stranger.

She didn't end up telling me her name for some reason so due to these unfortunate circumstances, that is how I'm going to have to refer to her.

Girls can be so touchy.

I sighed and looked over at Nate, who was still making out with the girl on the sofa. They were getting pretty into it, and the little pest's hands were currently on the sides of her breasts and I knew in about 5 seconds he would be full on second basing this girl in the middle of a crowded club.

Hell, this was Nate, he would do this girl doggy style in the middle of a crowded club if he could.

I shook my head at the bastard. At least one of us was getting along well with the females tonight.

I got to my feet, picking up my beer off the table and made my way to the back of the club where the smokers went. I could probably do with some fresh air, even though second hand smoke doesn't really count as fresh in some people's eyes.

As soon as I stepped out into the back area of the club and looked around, I mentally groaned at how many people were here. The place was packed full of groups smoking, laughing and talking so loudly and obnoxiously I wanted to smash the beer in my hand and suggest playing hide the bottle with with anyone that came within five feet of me.

Instead, I went for the option that wouldn't put me straight back inside. I made my way through the crowd, a couple of girls falling into me due to not being able to balance whilst drunk on those ridiculous shoes. Gotta respect girls for that though, those freakin' heels look a bitch to walk on and they manage doing it while hammered. That is skill.

A few guys also knocked into me as I walked by, and one of them turned suddenly as if he was going to start something. I almost laughed as the guy took one look at me and I saw him quickly shut his mouth and nod, before turning back around to his group of friends.

Apparently i was not only a thug, but I also looked like one at first glance.

Nice to know.

I finally reached the far side of the smoking area, walking a little around the corner so I was finally on my own and not surrounded by swarms of people. Jesus, being around this many people all at once really was a lot to fucking handle.

I barely managed to take a breath when I hear a slight moaning, making me realise I was not as alone as I thought I was.

I turned my head to look at where the noise was coming from and my brows shot up in surprise.

The brunette who I saw earlier, the hot one who smiled at me and I almost blew my load there and then just from that. Well, that girl was here in the quieter corner of the smoking area, her back was against the brick wall and she was making out with some dude who looked like he was having the time of his freaking life.

I tilted my head as I looked over at them, not quite believing that a girl like that would settle for that surfer like wanker who was currently running his hands up and down her hips looking so unskilled I almost felt sorry for the poor lad. He didn't look like he really cared about making the girl get all hot under the collar, the speed his body was moving and twitching you could tell he just wanted to get in and out, not to be vulgar.

Okay, I joke. I don't give a crap about being vulgar.

I resisted the urge to smirk as I noticed the girl clearly backing up my thoughts, because as he took his mouth off hers and began kissing her neck, she scrunched her face and looked annoyed at this kids oblivion on how shit he actually was. Bear in mind, she looked bored and this was just the making out bit. I wanted to see her face if they ever got to the 'getting down and dirty' bit.

He continued to run kisses all down her neck, and she stared up the sky, running her tongue along her top teeth as if trying to give the kid a chance to improve his skills. I even saw her check her freaking nails at one point while the guy was clearly trying to get her as excited as he was. I let out a laugh.

Then the kid put his hands at the bottom of her dress and began to pull it up.

That's when she rolled her eyes and I could see she'd had enough. Either she never intended to go that far or she was fed up of surfer boy, because she pulled his hands away and backed him up a little.

Neither of them noticed me, and I leaned against the wall behind me getting more comfortable to enjoy the show that was about to play in front of me. I grinned slightly in anticipation. This should be fun.

"What's up? Why did you stop?" Surfer dude looked at her in confusion.

"Maybe cos' your hands were exploring more than Dora. I wouldn't have minded but Dora had a map and a compass so she knew where she was going. You on the other hand were like a tourist in the center of London. Lost as a fucking fiddle." The brunette responded, and I literally almost pissed my freaking pants.

She just literally owned that dude in 5 seconds. Damn this girl is getting hotter by the minute.

Surfer boy was mad now, the way he was clenching his jaw made that clear. Clearly someone just had a blow to his ego.

"You seemed like you were enjoying it." He replied through gritted teeth, I think meaning it as a comeback.

She let out a snort of laughter "Honey believe me, that was not me enjoying it. While we were making out I suddenly remembered I had a load of washing to do in the basket at home, that's how hot you were getting me."

Again, her reply almost had me rolling on the floor laughing my balls off. I put a fist over my mouth to stop the laughter. I didn't want them to spot me, which would mean this show would stop and I was REALLY enjoying myself right now.

"That's probably cos' you've had more experience than a hooker!" Surfer boy spat back, and I resisted the urge to say 'ohhhh, burn'.

The girl didn't even flinch from the insult "Probably. Either way I'm clearly more experience than you so who's the real loser here?"

She was good, I'll give her that.

The guy's eyes were basically red with rage by this point, and the girl smiled at him sweetly before going to walk around him and finally ending their little encounter.

The guy however was clearly not finished as his hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her back, her back hitting the wall again. He put his hand next to her head trapping her between the wall and him.

She rolled her eyes.

"How about I'll show you just how experienced I am princess." He hissed in her face.

"Would rather go home and watch two and a half men to be honest." She replied honestly.

I freakin' love that show. I wonder if it's still running after these last 2 years?

Christ I felt like an alien who had just landed on planet earth.

He didn't reply, probably cos he literally had no comeback and had given up trying to show the girl up cos let's face it, she was killing him when it came to the banter. Instead, he just crushed his lips back onto hers. I swear the girl actually rolled her eyes again, before pushing him away. He didn't take the hint and again forced his lips on her, only this time she was attempting to push him away and he wasn't budging.

That's when I stopped finding it funny.

The girl clearly wanted him to stop, her thrashing body and her hands pushing at his chest made that obvious, but that surfer wanker was not letting off her lips for anything.

I sighed and pushed myself off the wall, realising the first night I get released is going to end in me somehow breaching my probation and getting into a fight with this shark fucking asshole. Just something I was going to have to risk as I wasn't sitting by and watching him force himself on that girl.

I barely took 2 steps towards them when it suddenly dawned on me that maybe I wasn't needed after all.

The girl's knee flew up with so much strength even I flinched a little when it finally made contact with her target.

Surfer dude's balls.

He instantly pulled away from her lips, the air leaving his lungs and his face slowly turning a bright red as his hands went to his balls. Even I let out a breath at that, I've been kicked in the balls. Believe me, painful does not even describe it. They should make up a new word for it just to show people how much it hurts.

The guy barely had a chance to actually cup his balls before the girl sent her fist flying to his face. She then kicked her foot against the bottom of his left leg, and again I let out a breath. That chick was wearing heels. That's gotta hurt.

He collapsed onto the floor, his hand going to his leg now and leaving his ball area unprotected.

Bad move.

She raised her knee and crushed her foot down onto his balls one more time. Again I would like to point out the fact this girl is wearing heels. I hope for his sake the actual heel didn't hit the testical area, cos damn I think I would rather put my hand in boiling water than go through that.

Then I remembered he was a pig who tried to force himself on her, so I sort of hoped she did skewer his left nut with her heel.

The girl brushed the bottom of her dress down, looking as calm as ever. She didn't look like someone who had just almost been raped at the back of the club, or someone who just probably stopped a man from ever reproducing. She looked calm as hell.

I must have been laughing to myself as I replayed the whole scene in my head when she finally lifted her head and spotted me there.

She froze slightly, before stepping over the guy who was still not breathing properly and taking a few steps towards me.

"Do you always hide in dark shadows and spy on people?" She questioned sweetly.

I smirked "No not always, only when I think it's going to lead to something enjoyable."

She raised her brows at me curiously "And?"

"That was definitely enjoyable." I grinned at her, and I saw an amused look on her face "I liked the whole Dora the explorer metaphor. It really showed versatility."

Her eyes widened in shock "Holy Crap, versatility? That's a big word for you Drake."

I froze and the smirk dropped from my face.

"How do you know my name?" I questioned, staring at her wearingly.

A devious smile came to her lips as she took another step towards me, so close now she lifted her hand and placed it on my chest, looking up at me with those big brown eyes that made me almost forget I was trying to figure out how this stranger knew who I was.

"Don't you remember baby?" She asked, her voice sounding hurt "That night we had? I do. I think about it every day..." her hand trailed down my torso slowly, her eyes following the movement of her hand on my chest while that smile was still at her lips. "...the images keep replaying in my head, especially when I'm in bed, alone..." her voice was low, filled with seduction. I think by this point I barely knew my own name, so I didn't give a shit if she did or not. No blood was up north right now that's for sure "...I've waited for you. While you were inside, I waited for you."

I didn't remember sleeping with this girl, which was odd because considering the reaction I was having right now I was sure as hell it was something I wouldn't forget.

Her index finger slipped into the hem of my jeans and she ran it along my skin softly.

I swallowed hard "You have?"

"Of course I have..." Her voice was so sexy right now. The corner of her mouth twitched as she pulled me a little closer towards her by her index finger in my jeans. She stood on her tip toes so her mouth was mere inches away from mine. Her hand went to the back of my neck as her breath hit my face, making my eyes close at just how turned on I was. Her lips were next to my ear "...I've done nothing but wait for you...Drippy Drake."

My eyes shot open like someone had just jabbed me with a fire poker and I looked down at the smirking brunette, watching her laugh as she saw my reaction and stepped away from me, all seduction and mild erection from seconds ago were completely gone by now.

"What's up Drippy, you look a little shocked?" She asked, trying to hold back laughter "Or did you pee your pants from the excitement of seeing such an old friend?"

I knew the bitch was having a dig at me, the fact she was pressing her lips together to hold back laughter proved that. She was the only one who ever called me Drippy Drake...

"Mia?" I asked, not really needing it to be confirmed as I was pretty sure, but the shock of actually believing this smokin' hot beauty in front of me was in fact Nate's late bloomer of a little sister is quite hard for me to get my head around.

I mean...Wow.

When I last saw her she must have been around 14, all pony tail and spotty face considering she was going through that phase. She never used to bother with make up as far as I remember, and if we even mentioned the word 'dress' in front of her she would stare you out like you had just pointed a gun at her face.

The girl in front of me was nothing like I remember. This one looked like a woman, not a 16 year old girl. At first I thought she was my age, considering the fact that she is at a club she should be my age actually. Which brings me to my next point...

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home watching my little pony instead of being out where adults are doing scary things like drinking and rubbing up against each other?" I ask her patronisingly.

She didn't even flinch "That's the beauty of being a bitch at school and having nerds at your every beck and call, such as making you a cracker of a fake ID. Shouldn't you be getting molested by your cellmate?"

Okay I take back my previous statement; this girl was a little more like the one that I remember.

A mouthy bitch who liked to get on my nerves and spend her days taking the piss out of me.

The packaging was upgraded, but the content is still the same.

"Nope, released for good behaviour."

She scoffed "You? Good behaviour? That's rich."

"I know, normally I'm such a bad boy. Want me to show you?" I smirked, and she rolled her eyes.

"Please, just cos I've grown a pair of boobs and started putting make up on does not give you the go ahead to make passes at me."

"You're right it doesn't, the fact that you've finally hit 16 and are the legal age of consent does." I reply without a hesitation, the grin getting bigger on my face as I finally remembered just how much I enjoyed getting into arguments with this little madam.

Only this madam wasn't so little anymore.

She was the girl who almost gave me a hard on.

Twice.

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A/N: Soooo, views on Drake? Pig or Smokin' Hot Comedy hero?

Mia-Ninja at heart and the destroyer of surfer guys who have zero experience and skill? ;)

Hope you enjoyed my loverssss!