“Meet me in the bathroom.”
“Please.”
I stared Pears’s text messages for some seconds, and I knew I had to, I had to go there.
I looked at Drake to make sure he was deep asleep, and I think he is.
I slowly move to leave the room as quietly as I can. Step by step, I was going towards their bathroom with my heart beating loudly.
The door was opened so I went in.
Then out of nowhere someone grabbed me and closed the door, it was Pears and he pinned me against the wall.
“Why are you doing this?” He said as he drew in closer to my face, and he smelled like liquor.
“Are you drunk?” I asked him.
“It doesn’t matter, why are you doing this?”
“Why am I doing what?”
“You, being here for Drake, what the hell is that?”
“I like Drake.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do.”
“No, because you like me,
