Drakes' cell vibrates in his pocket, and he pulls it out just long enough to see who is calling. “Dad” flashes across the screen. Drake sighs pushing it back inside his pocket and looks up at the man speaking at the podium and slumps down in the chair a little further. The winter formal is taking place tonight and because of all the “important people” coming to chaperone, there have been nonstop meetings the last few days and Royal Beta Drake is nearly at his limit.
His dad called yesterday and the day before too, and every time Drakes thinks to call him back something else comes up. Perhaps it’s about Charli, Drake thinks to himself. But if it was really important his father would have at least left a message . . . right? He thinks before his phone vibrates again and once again “Dad”
