~Drake~
Laughing reaches my ears from where I lay in my room. Keegan in fits of giggles as he rushes past my bedroom door, Clay hot on his heels. I sit up and they disappear. Shaking my head, I lay back down, and toss my arm back over my face, trying to nap in this overly bright room.
The shrill trilling of the phone shatters the silence, an abrupt interruption to the lazy summer afternoon makes me groan. Turning my head, I glance at the caller ID, my eyebrows raising when I see Keegan's number flash across the screen. But it's Maya's voice, carrying a note of frustration under a veneer of calm, that greets me when I pick up.
"Drake," she says.
"Why have you got Keegan's phone?" I ask confused.
"Luckily, I do, I found it in the glove compartment, mine has no reception and I have a fla
