Wanting Winter(31)

I have that drowning feeling and I hate it.

“Drake, wait,” I call out again, but he ignores me. I run after him until I block his way. “Listen to me.” I plead.

“If you say it’s not what it looks like, I will hit you,” he says angrily. “You have a beautiful girl, who is sweet inside and out, who gave every guy on campus zero chance, but gave you a chance, and you decide to fuck her over with her best friend?” he says with so much venom in his voice.

“She was blackmailing me,” I try to explain.

“Now this is going to be good. How was she blackmailing you?” He crosses his arms.

I sigh wondering how to say this. “I know this is fucked up, but she gave me a blowjob and after that, she said if I didn’t sleep with her that she would tell Winter. I can’t lose her Drake. I had to do what she said.”

Drake shakes his head looking at me like I’m dirt on his shoe. “So she started blackmailing you after you let her give you a blowjob? Why did you let her suck you off in the first place?” he yells. “You shouldn’t have let her touch you. This is so fucked up.”

“Drake quiet it down.” I look around me.

“You haven’t been with your girl a week and you cheated on her. You had the nerve to be angry with me over a stupid dance.” He shakes his head.

“Listen I know, but you can’t tell Winter. I literally was ending the whole thing before you came in.”

“Yeah it looked like it. That’s why her lips were all over yours and her dress was above her waist.” He tries to walk around me, but I keep blocking him.

“I want to be with Winter; I just dealt with things poorly. Please man,” I beg.

“You know, as you were fucking Candice, your girlfriend—who has basically passed out—was telling me how amazing you are, how she has fallen for you and that she never wants to lose you. I sat there listening to her pour her heart out about you and you were doing the unthinkable.” He looks to the ceiling before looking back at me. “She won’t forgive either of you.”

I couldn’t feel worse than I do right now. “I will make it up to her. Please man. Just don’t say a thing.”

“You do realize what you are asking? You can never get angry with her when someone hits on her, or is nice to her, as it's not her fault. And don’t you dare get angry with me when I have done nothing wrong when it comes to her.”

I nod frantically. “Yes, I promise.”

He nods once. “Fine, but if you fuck anyone behind her back, then you don’t deserve her.”

“I won’t.”

“Has he calmed down?” Candice asks. We both turn, facing her.

Drake looks at her with so much anger and hate. “You are a complete bitch. You only fucked him because your friend had him. Blackmailing him to sleep with you; that is just a new low blow. How desperate and pathetic are you?” he yells at her.

“Don’t you talk to me like that,” she yells back at him.

“Why? What are you going to do? You have nothing to blackmail me with. You are a jealous bitch because Winter is beautiful and amazing, and you hate that men fall at her feet to be with her as they see you as nothing but a blow-up doll. You are ugly, not enough makeup in the world can cover that.”

I see her eyes prickle with angry tears. “Says the guy who likes his best friend’s girl. How does it feel to like a girl who won’t look twice at you?” she spits back.

“Least I wouldn’t betray my friend to be with her. I like her because she shines, and you…” He looks her up and down, scrunching up his face. “You’re just dark and black. You fill that emptiness with men’s come,” he says before walking away.

“He is the pathetic one,” she says.

“No, we are,” I tell her, and I head back to where my girlfriend is, and there she is asleep in the booth. I notice the redhead bartender say something to Drake before going. Obviously she was looking after her while Drake came to find us.

That’s why he caught me out, because Winter needed me.

Drake lifts her, carrying her, and I walk towards him. “Let me carry her.”

He walks past me. “I don’t think your hands should touch her right now.”

I look at my hands and see nail and lipstick marks. I am sure that happened when I was basically strangling Candice.

I can’t believe I did that.

She liked it though.

But so does Winter.

Fuck.

We grab a cab. The whole ride back home is filled with uncomfortable silence. Drake keeps Winter in his arms while he looks out the window angrily. Winter looks so peaceful snuggled into his chest, a small smile on her face.

I look at her and I could hit myself.

I look at Candice, who is sitting up front, and, like she knows that I’m watching her, she turns and looks at me with sad eyes. She was also hurt tonight, and not just by me. I know she is a bitch, but looking at her, I know there is something that I haven’t wanted to admit to myself.

I’m also attracted to her.

Drake is right: if Winter was with him, he wouldn’t have let Candice touch him. But I am also sure that Drake wouldn’t have jerked off at school in the first place.

I always think first with my dick.

Even though I hate Candice for putting me in this situation, deep down, I wanted it. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have allowed it.