Illegal My Ass

CHAPTER 2

Drake's POV

"Drake, it is the logical thing to do." Nate explained to me as we stood in the queue to get into the club.

I could hear the music blaring from outside mixed with the slurs and loud voices of the drunken people around us.

"You just spent the last 2 years locked up with hundreds of other dudes. We need to get you some female company because your balls must be so blue right now you could mistake them for smurfs."

I shook my head in amusement at my friend. This would be his solution. I haven't seen him properly in 2 years, not including the many times he came to visit me while I was locked up, and the first day I'm out he barely waits half an hour before dragging me out and insisting we get me back on the wagon.

He hasn't changed. He's been my best friend since we were both 6 and were at little school together. This boy was like my brother.

Before I got put inside, I had other friends at school. Nate and I were in the football team, meaning that we were higher up in the food chain at high school, hanging around with the other jocks and popular guys, hooking up with girls every other day and using them shamelessly. You know the drill when it comes to popular guys in high school.

But as soon as I got put inside, Nate was the only one of the guys who actually bothered to keep in touch.

He came to visit me at least every week, not treating me any differently even though I was now a convicted criminal. He still treated me like his best mate, and while I was inside I realized that all those 'friends' I had while I was a popular jock meant s**t, because only one of them actually proved themselves to be loyal.

He was actually the only one who didn't treat me any differently now that I've been released. Even my own mother looked awkward while talking to me, like I was some psycho who was going to snap at any minute and kill her with one of the kitchen knives.

It made me sick, because this was my mother. She should know more than anyone that even though I spent the last two years of my life in prison, I was not going to hurt her.

Especially not her.

"Actually I meant to ask you about that..." Nate began, turning to look at me seriously as we slowly shuffled to the front of the queue.

He cleared his throat, looking a little scared. I narrowed my eyes at him curiously. "...your time inside…it didn’t. You’re not.…you don't like boys now, do you?"

I burst out laughing; my laughter actually so loud the bouncer at the front looked at me curiously. Nate grinned, a little relieved at the same time at my reaction.

"Listen, Hastings, just because I spent the last 2 years of my life in a massive sausage fest does not mean I wave the pink flag loud and proud. " I reassured him, my shoulders still shaking slightly from my laughter.

"I plan to enter that club and grab myself some female ass within 15 minutes. I have had a lot of making up to do for the last 2 years."

Nate grinned wider and slapped my back.

"Oh god I've missed you, I've needed a wingman so many times and the only options I had while you were inside were Jimmy or Sean. Believe me, they repelled more women than they attracted due to the fact their main pick up line was 'on your marks, get set, suck my dick."

Again I laughed.

It did sound like them to be honest, from what I remember anyway. I knew I wasn't as close to those guys as I was to Nate, but still coming to see me would have been nice.

I think over the 2 years I was inside they both came to visit me about 3 times. I knew those guys and I knew they were less reliable than a 20-year-old condom, but still the assholes could have dropped by a few more times.

We finally made our way inside the club, and it took me a few minutes to actually get used to my surroundings. The place was packed, full of people drinking themselves stupid, grinding up on each other and hooking up with strangers. I smiled slightly.

I missed this.

Being able to go out and do s**t lads my age do.

I should be out getting drunk with my friends, not talking to my cellmates about the best way to escape a stone cell. He voted the Shawshank Redemption idea every time before I reminded him I only had 2 years, not 25 to life and digging a man's tunnel with a spoon was going to take quite a lot of time.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is how I spent some of the best years of my life. Well, that and keeping an eye on the boys who had been there a little longer and making sure to keep my back turned away from them in the showers.

Now those lads were in DESPERATE need of female company. Half an hour later, Nate and I had spotted a couple of smokin' hot girls sitting on one of the sofas on the far side of the club.

We both nodded at each other, which is the silent code for 'time to fetch', and made our way over to the sofas.

The redhead looked up at me and smiled, her eyes were glossed over due to the alcohol telling me she was way beyond the point of making a smart decision.

Score.

We got chatting pretty easily; her flirting was anything but subtle, which I think was due to the excessive amount of alcohol. Hell I wasn't complaining, 2 years guys, 2 freaking years of celibacy.

Might as well have been married.

However, after a further 20 minutes of talking, I was soon drifting off as I realized just how boring this girl's voice actually was. I saw Nate leaning close to the blonde he was talking to before he leaned in and whispered something in her ear that made her giggle.

Suddenly, I heard a girl yelling.

"That f*****g bastard!" I turned my head to where the yelling came from and saw a girl glaring over in our direction.

Not at me, but at Nate.

She literally looked like she was ready to kill him and the blonde with her bare hands. The girl was pretty hot. Her hair was blonde and wavy around

her heart-shaped face, and the red dress she was wearing showed a hot figure.

If Nate hooked up with her, which I'm guessing is the case considering the Jerry Springer outburst, then my man would done well. The girl looked a little familiar for some reason, and I just put it down to some girl I used to go to school with or something.

She shook her head, shouting a few other profanities.

Nate didn't even notice the screaming as he was now making out with the girl he was with. He was oblivious to the girl screaming blue murder because of him.

I found this whole situation way more entertaining than I should have been. That may have something to do with the fact the redhead was so boring I wanted to blow my brains out, but still it was pretty funny.

"Imma' kill that motherfu---" the blonde girl started to walk over towards Nate, but before she could even finish her sentence someone was holding her back, attempting to push her away.

My eyes were glued to this other girl, because I don't know if it's because I've been out of the real world for 2 years, but this girl was beyond anything I'd seen.

I mean hot could be used to describe her, but I would be downplaying it. I think heat wave is more of an accurate description of that girl.

She had brown hair that was curled and thick, I literally wanted to run my hand through it. Okay, that was the sugar coated version of what I wanted to do. It wouldn't sound as romantic or sweet if I said 'I wanted to grab it and knot my fingers into it while she's on her knees doing an act that would cause my eyes to roll to the back of my head'.

She was wearing a tight black dress with a denim waistcoat and a long gold necklace with black heels, making her tanned legs look so good I got a quick image of them wrapped around my shoulders.

Before you call me a pig, remember people, I'm a guy. This is how we think.

There are no kisses in the rain and butterflies in your stomach. Hearlequin romances are going through our minds; it's all s*x on a Ferrari car bonnet and wondering if the girls have got gag reflexes?

Anyway, where was I?

Oh yeah, the hot girl I was currently checking out.

Her face was flawless, her skin was dark, which gave her the impression she'd just come back from a 2-week holiday.

Her lips were full and her big brown eyes were looking in our direction, almost like she was making sure she wasn't going to get caught.

I titled my head in curiosity at this. She kept checking over her shoulder to see if Nate had spotted them yet. She wasn't looking at me at all, but she definitely knew Nate that was obvious.

Where do I know that girl from?

The blonde one was familiar, but this one was annoying me because I KNEW I had seen that girl before. I just couldn't put my finger on where.

She had managed to calm her friend down and, from the looks of it, she had persuaded her to walk away, and the blonde headed towards the back of the club.

The brunette checked over her shoulder at Nate one more time.

Then her eyes met mine.

She froze slightly, tilting her head as if trying to figure something out. Then, after a few seconds of never losing eye contact, I saw a smile slowly appear on her lips. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down slightly as the corner of her mouth was still turned up.

She looked so f*****g hot I actually felt a slight stir in my pants.

I smirked at her, raising a brow suggestively as if she was way too far away to speak to her. I could get up and speak to her. Just from one look, I knew that girl would keep me more entertained than the person I was currently talking to.

But before I had a chance to ditch the redhead, the girl turned her heel and walked into the crowd of dancers, leaving me swearing under my breath.

One smile from her and I was literally desperate to smash that.

Does that make me a pig, or a helpless romantic?