LOGINAs they walked, Drake could feel eyes boring large holes at various sides of his head. His knuckles turned white from balling them in a fist for too long and he struggled to breathe naturally.
Thinking of what to do to calm himself whilst trying to keep up with Nicole's fast gait, he missed a step and almost fell, earning some side chuckle.
He steadied himself and watched as Nicole responded to greetings tossed her way, hugging and fist bumping whatsoever hand she saw. She seemed not bothered by the uncomfortable attention they were getting; instead, she pulled him closer to her, holding unto his wrist firmly.
Drake's step faltered a bit when his eyes met with that of Jeremy who had been leaning by the wall, talking with a fellow colleague before they walked in. Alarmed, Drake tried pulling his hand from Nicole's grip but she glared at him; her fingers piercing into his skin as she held him firmly. He gestured to Jeremy so she could see this was a very bad idea but she seemed oblivious to his effort.
Sighing in frustration, he lowered his head, matching his pace with that of Nicole as they made way to his office which was at the left block. Relieved to be released finally, he stared at her smiling face as they stood by the door.
"I'll see you after work today." She told him and scampered away, without waiting to get a reply. She stopped to wave only when she had distanced herself a bit from him. Drake was sure she did that to avoid having to hear his never ending excuses.
He turned the door knob as thoughts of what Jeremy would do to him filled his mind. It was true Nicole was the only one that spoke to him regardless of the hate he got from others - he sure appreciated that someone as beautiful as she was spoke to him: she was the only one he could call a friend in the whole country though he had his doubts sometimes that she could be talking with him only to hurt him in the end like he had experienced in the past - yer, he still didn't want to get in the black book of Jeremy - or anyone.
Jeremy had always had a thing for Nicole and it provoked him she never acknowledged his feelings. Drake wondered if she was deliberately ignoring him since it was quite clear as day that Jeremy had a thing for her.
Her acquaintance with Drake had only skyrocketed the hatred Jeremy had for him. It didn't even help that people never missed a chance to ridicule Jeremy about this. It felt like the princess had chosen a beast over her prince charming
Drake cast furtive glances sideways for signs of Jeremy before pushing the door open. The entire room quietened immediately he walked in; murmurs from various angles ensued almost immediately, as they whispered words to one another, staring at him like he was a stranger.
Drake ignored them and made way to his seat which was at the rear end of the room, beside the window. Though his colleagues considered his seat the worst ever, he loved that he was given a seat secluded from the rest. The bright comforting light from the window added to his love for his seat position; It felt like he was on a throne - a throne only him could see.
Dropping his briefcase on his desk, he noticed that his colleagues were still staring at him; an anxious look on their faces. He wondered why they were all gawking like they had seen a celebrity.
Ignoring them, he made way to sit on his chair under their watchful eyes but what happened next was a blur. In a blink of an eye, he was on the floor; his chair toppled over. The room boomed with laughter as they all laughed in delight - some who couldn't control their laughter, stomped their feet and clapped their hands, laughing heartily. The clicking and flashlights told Drake they had taken a picture.
Embarrassed, he got up from the floor and ran out of the office room; tears blurring his vision as he ran hurriedly to the restroom, bursting out in tears as he did. He pushed the restroom door open, pulling his glasses and wiping his eyes furiously as he stared at his reflection on the mirror.
The pale lean figure of a guy with a pair of large honeyed eyes stared back at him; full afro hair hanging on his head like an umbrella. He brought a finger to the mirror, tapping at his forehead for a while, when the door opened and the angry face of Jeremy came into full view.
Drake who had seen him from the mirror, cowered and began to move back at reflex. This only made Jeremy smirk as he took small steps towards him, totally enjoying the reaction he was getting. Scared shitless, Drake kept moving back until his back came in contact with the wall.
Jeremy's smile grew bigger then as he increased his pace; his menacing gait making Drake shiver with each footstep. His lips trembled in fear as he sought for a way of escape.
"You know you're nothing but a coward yet you keep pissing me off. " Jeremy was a feet away from him now. He slammed his palms at opposite sides of the wall, muscular arms trapping Drake in place as hot breath fanned his forehead. Though Jeremy was only a feet taller, he was three times bigger.
"Jeremy. . . Please." Drake couldn't help but plead for mercy. He knew he was being pathetic but he would do anything to get himself out of this present situation. It finally dawned on him that he was done for when he noticed the sardonic smile on Jeremy's face. He watched as Jeremy lowered his head like he wanted a kiss - the mere sight making Drake's hair stand.
"Stay away." He whispered and Drake shut his eyes in irritation and panic; dread consuming his entire being. Hot breath fanned every area of his face and Drake wondered why he was this close. Of course, he could pass his message without having to come so close.
Nodding his head in agreement, he hoped Jeremy would let him go already.
"Look at me, prick!" Jeremy ordered instead and Drake did as he was commanded.
What he didn't expect was a heavy punch to be launched by the side of his lips and before he could react, another was aimed at his stomach, making him topple over, yelping in pain.
"Stay away!" Jeremy spat again before leaving the restroom, feeling fulfilled.
The metallic taste of blood filled Drake's tongue as he buried his head in his lap and curled into a ball. Tears burned his eyes but he shut his eyes tightly with a steeled determination not to cry. Trying to hold back his tears, he bit his lower lip, paying no attention to the ache he felt.
Why was he being punished for something he had no power to change? It was clear as day that Nicole was the one coming for him and not the other way round so why then was he paying for something he wasn't guilty of? Why not take out all frustration on her instead?
Wiping the stubborn tear which had found a way to escape despite his eyes being tightly shut, he stood up and wore his glasses. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of the restroom and back to his office with a broad smile plastered on his face.
"Just hold on." He said to himself.
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Drake couldn't stop excitement from forming in his chest when he checked his wrist watch. He picked his briefcase from his desk and walked out of the office without saying anything to anyone. Ever since he returned from the restroom with a broad smile on his face coupled with his swollen lips, they kept casting glances his way.
Apparently, they were wondering what had happened to him and why he looked unaffected by what they had done. He knew they wanted the satisfaction of knowing they were getting to him and he swore never to give it to them - again.
Walking down the hallway with his briefcase in his hand, he noticed Nicole chatting with few of her friends. Her last words flashed into his memory and he quickly backed away, running to the elevator. He prayed she hadn't seen him; he knew she would run after him if she did.
Though, he felt bad to avoid her, he knew there was no other way; he had no power to fight back. He needed to be smart and tread carefully. The devilish glint he had seen in Jeremy's eyes spoke nothing but danger and he felt it would be wise not to provoke him further. He had just few months to leave so he wouldn't want to mess it all up. He craved a peaceful life, away from all sort of problem.
Heaving a sigh of relief to be finally out of the company and done with the day's job, he got into his car. He fetched his key from his pocket and leaned forward to insert his key when the loud knock on his window startled him.
"So this is it?""Honestly, you won't understand." He muttered."Then make me understand. Don't you think I deserve to understand?" She brought her arms to the air and dropped it almost immediately. Her eyes narrowed when he didn't say anything other than stare at the wall like there was something interesting happening there."Is it. . ." She began, her voice almost cracking. "Is it because of her?"Drake's head jerked to look at her immediately; his face an expression of confusion. "Her?" He was puzzled. "That neighbour of yours. Madeley or whatever her name is." Nicole's eyes were turning red and Drake was getting even more confused. What had Maeve got to do with anything, he wondered. "It is fin
Drake's fist turned white due to his tight grip on the steering wheel. The booming of music from various stereos made him nauseous. Why did he have to get stuck in this situation?He glanced at Maeve who was already unbuckling her seat belt - quite eager to get out - with a smile on her face. He still couldn't believe she was the same Maeve he knew. He had not been able to recognise her the moment she stepped out of her house in a mini dress, her face coated with heavy makeup that turned her into an entirely different lady. He never knew makeup had the ability to change a person's feature - he had always recognized Nicole each time he saw her: make up or not.Maeve held the door to go but just like she left something behind, she turned immediately to look at Drake who was still sitting."Aren't you getting out?" She asked but he didn't
He could still remember how he had reacted when she had first purchased the boom box early that week. He had been sleeping when the loud music woke him up. Angrily, he had stormed to her house, only to say the direct opposite of what he had planned to say.He was still paying for what he had said that day; she had made it a must to play music at least thrice a day and he couldn't complain for he had said he loved it.Walking up the stairs to freshen up, he resolved to treat himself a very delicious meal; he sure deserved it. Besides, it had been quite a while he cooked; he had lived on junk.Water dripped from his hair as he put on his night wear and headed to the kitchen. He opened his cupboard to see what he had. Sighing heavily, he picked the last flour he had, settling to make some pancakes.He sure would have to do the shopping he had been postponing for a while now lest he died of hunger. &nb
Drake typed furiously on his keyboard, trying to shut the babbling and chatters going on around him. Everyone seemed to be deeply moved by the upcoming party Josh was throwing.It was not surprising to see Josh throwing a party out of the blues; he was known for this and according to what Drake had heard, his parties was considered the best and worth going."I heard it's gonna be a beach setting." A blonde girl chirped and Drake rolled his eyes. He wished Harold, his boss, would walk in that moment so as to stop this loud cackles going on in the office.It felt like he was in a market as everyone was talking excitedly. It didn't even help that Jeremy was sitting on one of the desks owned by Brownie, with a huge grin on his face.Drake could feel his eyes on him and that contributed to his uneasiness as he took it all out on his keypads; he feared he would spoil the electronic if he
Maeve looked shocked at his sudden outburst - he did too. He couldn't remember when last he yelled at anyone. He had always been the one to be yelled at and not the other way. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he tried to speak but a gasp was all he could dissipate.Maeve stood up then but before she could get to the door, he held her by the wrist."I'm very sorry. Please, don't go." He pleaded, remorse evident on his face.Her face broke into a grin. "I was going to the kitchen.""Oh!" He muttered. Embarrassment filled him and he let go of her hand.She smiled then and walked into his kitchen, opening and scanning his fridge. He followed her and stood by the door post, watching her. "A bottle of milk? Seriously?" She looked at him.
The sun was at its peak when Drake woke up the next morning. The bright light emitting from his window despite his curtains being closed, blinded him for a second and he shut his eyes tightly, groaning loudly. He rolled to the other side of his bed, wanting to sleep more when he set his eyes on the wall clock. He sprang up from his bed immediately and let out a frustrated sigh as he dashed into the bathroom with a speed he never knew he possessed. All he could think of was what Ms Silver would say to him for coming late to church.Had his alarm not rang? He wondered. How could he had overslept on a Sunday morning? His lips quivered as the cold water from the shower dropped on his body and in a jiffy, he was already out of his house in a plaid suit and well polished shoes. He had ironed his clothes the previous day for church - one thing he commended himself for.