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I kept glancing at the paper on the floor pacing back and forth. What does that message mean? Tell him he...or she knows about what? I can't call my brothers and tell them about the note because that would imply to tell them about Drake, and what if they were in risk of getting hurt because I tell them? No, I can't risk my brothers or my friends. I don't know the owner of this note, so I'm not going to risk it. That only leaves me with one option.

Please pick up the phone.

Seconds later I reached the answering machine. "Drake please, pick up the phone or call me. Someone left me a quite disturbing note in my bedroom that somehow relates to you. Please...please, pick up the phone."

I threw my phone in the bed and slumped on the floor hugging my knees. I jumped at every little sound in my house. I was being kind of paranoid, but can you blame me? Minutes later I heard the balcony doorknob twist. I froze for a second. I began to look frantically around my room for something to protect myself. Damn it! Where's Jake's spatula when you need it?

I crawled to my right until I reached my desk remembering I left my hairspray there. I took it and when the door flew open I jumped at the person and sprayed the motherfuck-Drake!

"Fuck! Emily! What the-fuck!" He kept cursing and rubbing his eyes frantically.

"I'm so sorry," I pleaded basically. I know I called him, but he should've said something when he was at the door. "You should've said it was you!"

"Shit, I thought you weren't here since the light was out, woman! When someone breaks in your room you don't stay there!" he practically shouted.

"I-I ..." I got lost for words. I hate to admit it, but he was right.

"I-I, that's what I thought," he mocked. "How can you be so-fuck, this shit hurts!" I gritted my teeth. I knew he was my only hope, and I also sprayed him, but he was pissing me off.

"You know what? I should be mad at you asshole! This all situation is because of you!" I jabbed my finger at his chest. A quite hard muscle chest I must add. We stood there glaring at each other. The only difference was that Drake's eyes were bloodshot and not only from the hairspray. He looked on the verge of blowing up.

"Because of me?" he said through his teeth, clenching his jaw so hard that I thought it would snap. He got close to my face menacingly but I stood my ground. A little proud of myself I must add. "You were the one to leave me a frantic message, so you are the only person here to blame. I thought something bad has happened to you!"

"Me?" I asked in disbelief. "You are the creep who keeps showing up in private places. I mean, you even got in the bathroom cubicle I was locked in. What if I was peeing?!" I hissed the last part.

Drake changed his expression of anger to confusion to...amuse? He stood there for a couple of seconds with the same expression and then he burst out laughing. I looked at him a little embarrassed and it must be showing because he took a glance at me between his laughing fit and laughed even harder if possible.

He composed himself after a few minutes and I rolled my eyes, clearly annoyed. "I'm sorry." He looked constipated trying hard not to laugh when he said it. I gave a frustrating sigh and went to get the note. The sooner this nonsense was over the better.

"Here." I gave the note to him. "This is why I called you; care to explain what does this person knows?" I crossed my arms and sat on my bed.

He took a look at it and all amusement from before vanished in an instant. He began to curse a little more colorful now. He took the note and crumpled it on his hand so hard that I thought he was digging his fingernails deep into his hands.

"Drake..." I called but he seemed lost somewhere else. I walked up to him and made him look at me by placing both of my hands on his face. "Drake, what does the note mean?" I quietly asked.

"Remember I told you to stay away from me?" Does he even have to ask? I nodded slowly anyways. "This is one of the reasons. It's dangerous to be around me Emily. The fucking bastards who wish me dead will try everything in their power to get to me through the people I care about." His tone was full of resentment but I couldn't avoid his last comment. Was I one of those people?

He sat down on my bed bending slightly sighing in annoyance and grabbing his hair with both hands. I sat down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder trying to comfort him.

"Who are these people? What do they want? What were they doing in my room? Should I tell my brothers or call the police? 'Cause believe me I'm not going to let this go. What if they hurt you? Or What if they hurt Mason, Tori or Brad? What if they decide to com-" Drake covered my mouth looking a little amused with my blabbering.

He chuckled. "Emily calm down. No one's going to hurt me or you, I won't allow it. There's no need to involve the police because what I'm doing is not exactly legal. No, you won't tell your brothers unless this gets out of control. I think they were here because they somehow saw me with you. They have been trying to get to me because my winnings are pissing some people off. I don't know exactly who they are but is not the first or the last time I'll be dealing with this." He slowly uncovered my mouth and placed that hand on top of the one I have in my lap. My heart began to do the weird things it does every time he does things like this. He stroke my fingers like if he were trying to comfort me. We sat like that for a while, I don't kn-

"Emily"

"Crap!" I hissed standing like the bed was on fire.

"I'll go." Drake stood and began to walk towards the doors.

"No!" I quickly closed the door which earned me a confused look from Drake. "If you go now, they'll notice. Remember, one of them is a swat officer," I whispered.

"How could I forget?" he said sarcastically with a deadpan expression.

"Come on." I tugged his arm trying to get him to the closet. He seemed to be enjoying this because he began to walk slowly no matter my attempts to drag him forcefully.

"Drake!" I hissed shoving him inside the closet.

"What?" he asked innocently while shrugging. I narrowed my eyes at him and threw the door.

And right on cue Matty opened the door and let himself in. "Sure, come in. Thanks for knocking." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Are you pmsing? 'Cause I can come back in a week." Matty pointed between me and the door and I swear I heard Drake snicker silently. I widened my eyes a little but thankfully Matty didn't notice.

"If I were pmsing, I would have bitten your head off. You do not mess with a girl's period." I stood there on the same position trying to get him to take the hint and leave.

"Okay, okay. I'll leave. Just came here to tell you that tomorrow we'll be going to the beach and we thought that you wanted to go." I slump my shoulders lightly letting my guard down. He took my actions as a yes. "We are leaving early in the morning." He began to walk towards the door. "So please, try not to bite our heads off when we try to wake you." I narrowed my eyes at him. "Bun butt!" he shouted quickly. He closed the door right before the hairbrush collided with his head.

"You should really see someone for those aggressive tendencies." Drake opened the door and walked to stand by me.

"Ha ha." I went to my door and locked it. Drake raised an eyebrow at that.

"I'm not against it but with your brothers here..." He smirked. I gave him a deadpan look and rolled my eyes.

"Please, like you were that lucky. No, dumbass, one of my brothers can come and open the door without knocking and I want to avoid them an early stroke, but I highly doubt they'll come, they must be pretty entertained by now." I remembered the countless Saturday mornings where I would bump with a random girl. The walk of shame is not only for men for what I've experienced.

"So...can I leave now? Or must I wait ten minutes for them to finish?" He mocked. I wish that was the time it took.

"You're stuck with me for the next couple of hours," I said walking to the bed while grabbing the TV control.

"Damn, they must have skill." We sat on the bed resting our backs on the headboard.

"Ugh, shut up." I flipped through the channels and landed on my favorite movie ever.

"Aw, please don't tell me that we are watching this chick flick," he complained.

"What's wrong with PS I love you?" I meant to ask that seriously but when I saw his expression I had to smile.

"Seriously,the title doesn't give you a hint?" I rolled my eyes.

We spent the next hour arguing and laughing at our comments. Never thought that I would be laughing through that movie, but with Drake it was inevitable. Moments later I found myself resting my head on his shoulder. I felt him say something but my eyes shut involuntarily.

I woke up with a jolt. My room was only lit with the bedside lamp. Then I remembered that Drake was here but I looked around and he wasn't anywhere. The TV was off but what made me freeze on the spot was that one of the balcony doors was slightly open.

I got off from my bed and gathered the little courage that I had and walked slowly to the open door. I reached it and shut it quickly. A piece of paper dropped on the floor. My breath got caught in my throat. I reluctantly walked to it and picked it up. I smiled when I read it.

Don't worry nerd. I got you.

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