Illegal My Ass

CHAPTER 3

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 colors.

Now, I have managed to get all of that from what she was saying, but by 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 about 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 to yourself, young man?'

That one look made me realize that this girl was so not worth putting myself through. 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 would come home and suck my d**k 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 went 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 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 with 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 my life 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, picked 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 there. 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 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 in those ridiculous shoes.

Gotta respect girls for that though, those freakin' heels look like a b***h to walk on and they manage to do it while being hammered.

That is skill.

A few guys also knocked on 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.