I Miss You -- Part 2

(Nicki)

Nicki propped her foot up on one of the many benches around campus, tying her Adidas (PLUG! ^_^). She took a sip of her Dasani, before dropping her leg and continuing with her jog around campus. She’d just joined the volleyball team and the fact that Amber had her up eating pizza and watching scary movies last night was the reason she chose to get up and run early this morning. She ran to the sound of Beyonce ‘End of Time’ it always got her into the right mindset.

As she ran, she noticed the guy she had bumped into yesterday flagging her down as he leaned against on the the doors of the dormitory. She took one of the headphones out of her ear and jogged over to him. “Kind of early to be jogging isn’t it?” He questioned.

“Kind of early to be stalking, isn’t it?” Nicki smirked, putting a hand on her bare hip. She wore pink and grey Nike shorts, a grey sports bra and her hair in a high ponytail. The dreaded beauty laughed at Nicki.

“I wasn’t stalking. One of my roommates is upstairs smoking and I can’t stand the smell.” He admitted. At this point, Nicki didn’t understand why she was over here talking to him. She had to wake Amber in 30 minutes and she needed to get back to her dorm.

“Ok. Well, I have to get going I--” She started to put her earphone back in but he stopped her.

“I’ve seen you around campus. Isaiah by the way. Would you like to go out for pizza or something?” He asked her rubbing the back of his neck and looking down at her. He was nervous. Nicki blushed as she smiled and opened her mouth.

“I..”


(Drake,)

“Good game Graham!” Coach Ryers patted Drake’s back as he took off his pads.

“Thanks coach!” Drake took a swig of his gatorade as Noah, one of Drake’s friends came over to sit on the bench with him.

“Everybody’s going to my dorm after this man, you comin?” Drake looked over at Noah. Drake shook his head.

“Nah man, I’m cool.” Drake answered. Noah sucked his teeth making Drake laugh. Drake was always invited to these dorm parties but he always turned them down because he knew how wild things could get and he had to remember he had a girlfriend that he would be going back home to, but the temptation was always there, he never fed into it though. After Noah had walked off, Drake changed into his clothes and left out of the locker room.

“Hey Star Playa.” Porsha, one of Drake’s classmates and friend said, pushing herself up from the wall she was leaning on. Porsha was a beautiful girl, not compared to Nicki, but she was still beautiful. Drake would sometimes help her study when they had a test coming up.

“Wassup Porsh?” Drake and her started walking towards his car that he rented while out here.

“Congratulations on the game. Still undefeated.” She smiled looking him over, he smiled in her direction and took out his keys unlocking his door. “Listen, I need your help with this math stuff. What are you doing tonight?” Drake looked over at the clock, it read 7:45.

“Nothin’, I guess we could shoot over to the library.” He shrugged, unlocking the passenger side door. Porsha happily claimed the passenger seat as hers and she closed the door as the two took off.

(Nicki.)

“Communications major.” Isaiah answered Nicki’s questioned. They sat across from each other at Maria’s Pizzeria. Nicki sipping on a bottle of water while Isaiah ate the fires that they were sharing.

“I wouldn’t peg you as the communications type.” Nicki admitted.

“Really? What would you ‘peg’ me as?” Nicki tilted her head at his question as she studied Isaiah. He was so buff and chiseled and his dreads shaped his baby face perfectly.

“Honestly, I wouldn’t even go as far as saying I thought you went to college.” They both laughed at this and Isaiah put his hand over his chest.

“Ouch, tell me how you really feel.” He watched as Nicki covered her mouth with her hand as she laughed, The way she threw her head back and it sounded like the laugh was coming from her soul. She was absolutely beautiful, breathtaking. Nicki stopped laughing when she saw him staring at her.

“What, something on my face?” She questioned, wiping her hands over her cheek.

“No, no.” He shook himself from his daze. “Ready to go?”

“Oh! I forgot about Amber. Yea, we have to go.” Nicki answered standing from the booth, grabbing her water. The two walked out of the pizzeria. Isaiah decided to walk Nicki back to her dorm. The two laughed and joked the whole way there. “Thanks for ruining what progress I made with my jog this morning.” Nicki said stopping in front of her building.

“What are friends for?” Isaiah asked but soon after cursed himself for putting himself in the friends category.

“Well, I had fun. Let me get upstairs and wake this girl up before she kills me. Thanks.” Nicki turned to leave but Isaiah pulled her back by her arm. “Wha--” Nicki was cut off by his lips on top of hers. She froze. What the hell was that? Who goes around kissing people they’ve only known for an hour. Nicki’s mind quickly jump to Drake’s face. Regaining her sense she quickly pushed him off.

“I’m sorry Nicki.”

“No. You didn’t know. Don’t worry about it.”

“Didn’t know what?” Isaiah asked, raising his eyebrow.

“I have a boyfriend.” Nicki’s mind started racing. “And he would kill me if he knew that just happened! I have to go.” Nicki rushed through the doors of the dormitory. She was panicking, was that considered cheating? Did she just cheat........... on Drake!?

(Drake.)

“See. You don’t even need my help.” Drake complemented Porsha as he checked over her answers to the questions he gave her. Porsha clapped her hands, making all heads in the library snap towards her. That small gesture reminded him of Nicki, when she got really excited she would squeal or make a funny face, just off impulse.

“Whatcha thinkin about?” Porsha asked as she saw a small smile grow on to Drake’s face.

“Nicki.” Drake answered closing the textbook. Porsha adjusted herself in her seat.

“Oh.” She looked down. “Drake, I don’t want to come off rude or anything but as your friend, I just want to ask you; do you think your girlfriend is being just as faithful as you are to her?” (#HoesBeSchemin)  Drake looked over at Porsha and handed her, her books. Porsha noticed the frown setting on Drake’s face. “I mean I never see you guys on the phone anymore. When I first met you your phone used to be glued to your ear.”

“We both understand that we’re busy. Not that it’s your business or anything. I trust Nicki and I know she trusts me too. I’m secure in my relationship.” Drake answered.

“Oh,ok.” Porsha answered putting her books into her bag. “I just don’t want to see you hurt Drizzy.” Porsha said.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m good.” Drake reassured her. “Hungry?” He asked changing the subject.

“Starved.” The two left out of the library and Drake drove them to Checkers to which he paid for. Drake looked at the time on the dashboard as he drove to go back to the dorms. That’s weird, he didn’t get a phone call from Nicki all day. Usually she would’ve been called. He picked up his phone from the cup holder, glancing over at Porsha as she picked around her salad. Stopping at a red light, he took the opportunity to call Nicki. It just rang and rang.

Hi, You’ve reached Nicki. Do what you gotta do after the beep

Beeeeeeeeeeeeep

.

“The fuck Nic?” He spoke his frustrations out loud, listening to the voicemail. Porsha turned her lips up.

“Don’t play the fool Drake.” She told him. Drake glared at her. Nicki wouldn’t. She’ll call him back.


(Nicki.)

Nicki pressed the ignore on her phone when she saw Drake’s name. “Girl! Just answer the damn phone.” Amber said as she painted her toes.

“I can’t. I feel like a whore.” Nicki groaned, flopping down on her bed.

“A whore? Really Nic?” Amber snickered.

“Yes! I know if I tell him, he’s going to flip and if I don’t I’m going to feel so guilty.” Nicki groaned again. “If he kissed another girl, I swear I’d kill her and him both and I don’t blame him if he breaks up with me after I tell him.”

“And the award for best dramatic scene goes to... Onika Maraj for her role in “Get The Fuck Over It, He Kissed You Not The Other Way Around.” Nicki sat up and tossed her pillow at Amber hitting her head, making her laugh. “Seriously Nicki, it’s not that big of a deal. If it means that much to you then tell him. I admit you were wrong for even agreeing to go out with dude but the kiss was totally not your fault.”

“I guess the reason I feel so bad is because I kind of liked it.” Nicki mumbled making Amber snap her head up to her. “I mean, I wished it were Drake’s lips and for a second I thought they were but then when I realized they weren’t it was too late.” Amber closed the polish and sat it on the end table that separated her and Nicki’s beds.

“That’s just as bad as saying ‘While I was with him all I could think about is you’” Amber mocked a fake hoodrat voice.

“You’re not too good at making me feel better.”

“My job is not to always tell you what will make you smile.” Amber reminded her. “Now get some sleep and call him in the morning.” Nicki reluctantly fell back onto her bed and pulled her phone to her face when she saw her and Drake picture. She quickly pressed ignore and then turned it off. How was she supposed to sleep tonight?

(Drake.)

Drake groaned as he got Nicki’s voicemail again. He laid down in bed. He didn’t have a roommate so he was alone. It was a Thursday and he and Nicki usually talked on Mondays and Thursdays when they didn’t have early classes the next morning. But every night they would get  a text and he didn’t receive one from Nicki. He was worried. Drake got up from his bed when he heard a knock at the door. He looked at it confused before getting up and throwing on a T-shirt. He already had on basketball shorts. He opened the door and was surprised to see Porsha.

“How’d you in here?” He questioned.

“Snuck past securtiy.” She shrugged. “Thought you might could use someone tonight?” She held up ‘Martin Season 2’ and 3 bags of chips. Drake sighed, might as well, He wasn’t tired and there was nothing else to do.

“Sure, come in.”