A promise
1184 Words
LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL.
WINONA'S POV.
Age 18.
It was finally graduation,and i couldn't wait to get out of that house.
According to stepmother, my father only agreed to fund my high School education, and after that I was on my own.
As for the threat I received last year from my stepmother, and step sister, it was still valid. They kept my mother's diary and the supposed letter away to keep me on track.
And in return, I stayed away from Drake. I didn't look his way, I didn't try to talk to him, or to get his attention which was the initial plan.
To my step-sister and step-mother, i was in their game and they played me. But one thing they didn't know was that I was the lead player in their own game.
I started studying Drake in Junior High School, and one thing i realized was that when something caught his attention, he would get obsessed with it, turn it in and out to try and figure it out.
Not many people noticed this because of his cold and anti-social personality.
"So what's next after here" Blair asked as she helped me adjust my graduation cap.
I rolled my eyes at her. "Not again, we spoke about this yesterday but you continue to ask me the same question everyday".
"I know...I know". She giggled excitedly. "I just can't wait to move out of my parent's house".
Unlike mine, Blair's parent were nice people. They did all they could to make her happy, and luckily i got to share in all the love.
They agreed to pay for my college and give us an apartment to live in after high school, so it was a win-win situation.
Suddenly,the smile was wiped from off her face.
"What's wrong? Are you okay"?
Instead of answering, she motioned behind me with her eyes "He's staring again. This time is it a good thing or a bad thing"?
And in an instance, that tingling appeared in my spine again.
That was his new game, I meant, our new game; Staring at each from across the room.
That was my way of playing games; Being mysterious, and hoping he'd be curious enough to come figure me out.
"What's the use of all of that now"? I turned to face my best friend. "it's the last day of high school. Everyone's going to go their separate ways".
"But you like him" She gave me a light push "You like him so much".
"Yes I do but my step-mother has my mother's diary and letters remember"?
Even if i didn't care much for the letters, i still wanted to know what was written in them.
"I know but didn't she promise to give them back to you after high school"?
I spread my arms tiredly "I don't even know anything about him. I don't know where he stays. I don't have his number, neither do i have his social media. So, what are we supposed to talk about"?
"What if I watch out for your sister and you go speak to him about anything that comes to your mind for the last time".
That sounded like a pretty good idea to me. Just me and him in an empty classroom or an empty hallway. What could possibly go wrong?
"Okay, cool" We did our bestie handshake and went in opposite direction, me towards Drake and Blair towards the party.
The closer I got to him, the faster my heartbeat became, and soon enough, I could feel it all around my body. Was this the kind of effect he had on me or was I just overreacting.
"Hi Drake". I waved at him.
He looked up from his plate of dessert, uninterested.
"Okay". I said disappointedly, and licked my lips in the process to prevent them from getting dry.
Oh God, this tension was something else.
"We used to be in the same class". I said again.
"Obviously".
And at this point, i realized that this was the first time i had ever heard him speak. His voice was soft, and inviting yet capable of slicing through the silence with a dangerous allure.
He continued giving me the attitude, but i was determined to have a worthy conversation with him. I wasn't going to give up
"And I topped the whole class in second year of high school. I beat you". I wasn't just going to let him make a fool out of me.
He smirked. "And you're here to rub that in my face"?
Not not exactly the reaction I was expecting but he was Drake after all. He always had a way with words and actions.
But that voice, Arghhh.
Okay, scrap that. Let's start over. I stretched my hands towards him. "Hi, my name is Winona but they call me Win".
He cut a slice of cake with the spoon from his plate of dessert, and put it in his mouth.
Hmmmm, the way he chewed.
"I assume you already know me".
My hand was still left hanging in the air, and embarrassed at his actions, i just dropped it back to my side.
"I don't engage in small talks. What exactly do you want? Get straight to the point".
"I just want to be friends". I finally said.
He let out a sarcastic yet dangerous laugh which threw me off guard.
Was that funny?
"As fuckkk" He said in between laughs, and in an instance, he was back to being cold again. "I'm not so sure your sister would like that".
First off, s**t!!! Why did i say that out loud?
He threw his plate of dessert into the trash can next to him, fixed his hands into his pocket and fully faced
me.
That was all it took for my head to start spinning. Oh my God, I felt like I was going to faint.
In five short strides, he was already standing by my side. And then, slowly, without attracting any attention, he brought his lips close to my ears. "I know the game you've been playing, Love. What was it? Something about feeding my desires"?
My heart stopped
He dragged his fingers along my jawline, slowly, almost affectionately. "Oh, what am i going to do with you, Winona"?
A whimper escaped my lips. How did he..? When did he...? Even the way he sounded calm, and dangerous at same time made me scared.
God, what a fool i had been.
"It's the last day of high school, sweetheart and you've stayed away from me for so long. Keep the streak darling. This time you don't want to lose your mother's diary for real".
My legs became too weak to hold me up, so i just gave in and fell to the floor. "How did you know about my mother's diary"?
He squatted to my level, and continued the act of running his fingers along my jawline. "Darling, i know every f*****g thing about you".
"Ho..ww"?
"I'll come for you. I promise". And then he walked away.
That wasn't creepy at all.
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