Chaper 3

"I’m gonna need you to ask your professors for extra projects. I’ve been looking at your grades and we are going to need these extra things in order for you to pass"

"A’ight"

"How did your grades get so low?" Her tone was not an accusatory one, it was just curious. She had known Drake for a long time and he had always managed to keep decent grades, even with all the basketball shit he had going on.

"Well, Onika, this is not high school. Classes are harder and honestly it’s really hard to find time to study and do projects"

"Maybe if you didn’t party and slept around as much as you do you would be able to find time" she showed an innocent smile

"Well….if I didn’t sleep around, how would I be able to help you with your project?" he smiled sweetly and watched her face expression turn serious

"I guess we can start with a couple of questions I have to ask you, we can’t do anything else until we get your test results" they had gone to the clinic a couple of days ago so Drake could get tested. The situation had been awkward to say the least.

"And you invited me over to your apartment to ask me questions?" she had called in the morning requesting him to be at her apartment at 6:30pm to ‘discuss important stuff’ “We could’ve done this in the library or something"

"Really? You wanted me to ask you how long is your…" she stopped and motioned at his private area “in a public place?"

"There are many things that are more interesting when done in a public place, Onika"

"Like what?" she grabbed a notebook and a pen from her bag and sat next to him on the only couch she had in her small living room.

"I can’t tell you, but if you are lucky, I’ll show you one day" he saw her write something down on her notebook.

"So you like to have sex in public places"

"I didn’t say anything about sex, Onika. Dirty mind of yours" he let out a small chuckle and she glared at him.

"Anyways, on with the questions. First sexual experience? How old were you? Good or bad?" she kept her gaze on her notebook, waiting for him to answer a question to which she already had the answer.

"I was 18. It was… unforgettable. We were both inexperienced. It was all new for both and it was amazing. I felt bad when she cried cause of the pain, but after that it was heaven. Our bodies intertwined perfectly. Honestly, it didn’t last as long as I would’ve liked… it was my first time after all"

She wrote his answer down still not looking at him. She could feel his eyes on her.

"Love or lust?"

"The first time? Love, I really di…" he was interrupted by her

"No, I mean, which one you prefer… love or lust?"

”Oh… lust"

"Why?" her eyes met his for a brief second before looking back down.

"It’s easier that way… I have someone who will be there when I need it"

"When you need what?"

"Company, attention, sex"

"And how many times a week do you need this …. company?"

"I’on know… 4, 5… depends on the stress I have" he saw her eyes go wide.

“Oh my… how are you going to survive this months? It’s gonna be like going through withdrawal" she let out a mocking smile that quickly disappeared when he spoke.

"Nah, I’ll have you to cover those needs"

"Excuse me?" her offended tone was very clear to him.

"Well this project is about sex right? That means that we are going to have sex Ni…Onika"

"No, it means that I’ll ask you questions, we might kiss and…. touch each other" she lowered her voice when she said the last part “I still haven’t decide if we are gonna actually do it"

"You told me we were"

"Look, Drake, I don’t know. I think that I’ll be able to put the project together without the actual sex happening"

"Why?"

"Cause I don’t want to have sex with you!" her voice was soft, but the words and the way she said it held so much emotion and meaning. He didn’t know why but it hurt, hearing her admit that she didn’t want to have sex with him hurt.

"Then why did you asked me?" he was becoming frustrated.

”Drake let’s just keep going with the questions"

He stood up and she followed.

"Look, I’m not really in the mood for that anymore. Call me tomorrow and we’ll meet somewhere else"

She would have been mad at him, but honestly she wasn’t in the mood either. A lot of things where going through her mind and she needed to sort them out.

"Sounds good but before you leave…" She looked for her binder in her bag, took out some pages and gave them to him. “Here, read those, try to familiarize with the topic. There’s a script at the end"

He read the title she had wrote at the top of the page ‘Part 1: The process of kissing’

"Are you serious?" she rolled her eyes at him

"Yes, now you may leave" she pointed to the door and didn’t even wait for him to leave before going to her room. She heard the door open and then close. Letting out a sigh she fell on top of her bed and looked at the ceiling. This wasn’t going how she thought it would. She wanted to be strong, she thought she could do this. It was just a project. But it wasn’t just any boy. It was Drake. The moment when he started talking about his first time was almost unbearable for her, every memory came back. Kisses, touches, words, tears… everything. She sat up, letting her legs fall of the corner of the bed. She turned her head around quickly when she felt the bed shift and saw him kneeling in the middle of the bed with a smirk plastered on his face.

"The fuck are you doing here Drake?" she stood up attempting to walk around the bed and out of the room but his firm grasp on her wrist stopped her in her tracks. He came closer to her, still kneeling on her bed, and grabbed her by the waist.

"You don’t plan kisses, Onika. You don’t do a script for them to happen…. they just happen" in one swift movement she was laying back down on her bed. Drake’s hands on her hip. He pulled her closer and let their lips crash together. Nicki tangled her fingers into his curls, tugging slightly before she moved into him, making him roll slightly on his back. “I thought you didn’t want me"

She smirked before reconnecting the kiss. Drake smiled against her kiss. His hands ran under her shirt slightly and she broke the kiss long enough to straddle his hips. Bending back down, she brushed her lips against his but left her taste lingering before she began to make a trail to his neck. Tugging on his skin, she must have triggered something inside of him because he grabbed hold of her hair and found her lips again with ease.

His tongue separated her lips and before she could protest in any way he was searching the inside of her mouth rapidly. Drake sat up, pushing her up with him. Their hands were tangled in each other’s hair, she was still straddling him, and her tongue was now moving against his, taking in his taste.

They pulled away for air and Nicki looked into Drake’s eyes, “I hate you, so much.”

"What makes you think I don’t hate you too?

Drake bent his head to kiss her neck and growled as he rolled them back onto bed.