The Bad Boy Diary – Episode 41

Written by, Rejoice Jeremiah. C

 

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#Chapter 41

 

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‘No Thank You

 

**Drake’s POV**

 

I opened my eyes and I was lying on the couch.

 

My head on a throw pillow.

 

‘Jeez Clara’

 

She wasn’t in the sitting room.

 

Where’s she?

 

I sat up and yawned.

 

Jeeez for how long have I slept?

 

It was dark already.

 

Clara.. where’s Clara?

 

I recall I was sitting then.. I slept off right?

 

Did she do this?

 

I smiled.

 

Clara, you are just so unique.

 

Then she came out from the kitchen, to the dinning, she had removed the sweater I gave her to wear but still wore the turtle sweater and the hairwarmer. She held a tray of foods and water and then dropped it on the dinning.

 

I stood up.

 

“Clara, how long did I sleep? it’s dark already,” I asked going to the dinning.

 

“You slept for four, okay almost five hours, dinner is set,” she said.

 

I looked at the clock, 7:12pm. Jeeezzzzzz.

 

She prepared mayonnaise and she ordered sandwich.

 

Uhm really?

 

“You should have woken me up to help you out,” I said and sat down.

 

She smiled.

 

One thing about Clara is that, her smile is just perfect.

 

And have I even thought of this?

 

She’ve been smiling alot today.

 

I smiled too.

 

Isn’t she gonna answer or say anything

 

“You should have woken me up Clara,” I repeated.

 

She sat on the chair opposite mine and pushed my plates to me, water and glass cup.

 

I smiled, “Thanks,”

 

She looked at me with some kinda eyes I didn’t understand.

 

“Did you just say thank you?” she asked.

 

Oh! Is that also applied to me.

 

‘No thank you to each other’

 

I chuckled.

 

“Uhmm I can say ‘thank you’ to you but don’t say thank you to me,” I said. “No, since I can’t say thanks to you, you musn’t say thanks to me or else,… uhm what will be the punishment? lemme think,” she said and tilted her head back in thoughts.

 

“Will get a kick,” I smirked.

 

“No!” she said.

 

“Will get a knock,” I laughed.

 

“No,” she laughed.

 

“Okay. will tell a movie,” I said.

 

“Uhmm… okay,” she said.

 

“No!” I said.

 

She rolled her eyes, “the meal is getting cold,” she said and began eating.

 

“Will do whatever asked to do,” I said.

 

She smiled, “Fine.”

 

I smiled and began eating too.

 

I know she’s gonna say thanks to me in no time.

 

What do I do to make her say it?

 

“Clara, im so happy the drugs worked perfectly fine,” I said.

 

She nodded, “Yeah it did,”

 

Ah that didn’t work.

 

I think I’ll try something else.

 

“You love the hairwarmer?” I asked.

 

“Yeah I do,” she answered.

 

Arghhhh!

 

She couched.

 

I rushed her glass water and stretched it to her.

 

“Here,” I said.

 

She took it and dropped it back, without drinking, “You just want me to say thanks. I intentionally coughed,” she said.

 

I laughed. She caught me.

 

“You caught me,” I said.

 

“Yeah,” she said with a smirk smile.

 

I smiled.

 

 

 

 

 

Soon we were done eating.

 

I drank the rest of the water in the glass cup and wiped my mouth with a serviette.

 

Clara did same too.

 

I smiled at her. “Th-” I paused when I recalled.

 

I can’t believe I fell first.

 

 

She chuckled, “You are telling me a movie!” she said.

 

“I didn’t say it,” I said.

 

“You were going to,” she said.

 

I laughed.

 

“C’mon Clara. Alright I will tell you about Maleficient,” I said.

 

“Noooo, that’s scary movie! I’ve watched that,” she said.

 

“It’s not,” I said.

 

“It is,” she said and tried packing the plates but I was quick enough to pack them before she did.

 

“Drakeeee!” she blurted.

 

I smiled.

 

“You cooked and now it’s my turn to do these ones,” I said and carried the tray, heading to the kitchen.

 

She stood up and followed behind.

 

“Why should you?” she asked.

 

“Cos you need to rest,” I said and dropped the plates in the sink, then spread soap on’em, and began washing them.

 

Clara came and stood beside me.

 

“So what movie are you going to tell me?” she asked.

 

“Uhmm lemme think more, okay I will tell you, ‘The babysitter’” I said.

 

She smiled. “Seems interesting,” she said.

 

“No, I will tell you ‘Beautiful Clara wearing a pink hairwarmer’” I joked.

 

She hit me, laughing.

 

“Okay let me sing for you,” I said.

 

She chuckled. “No, tell me the movie, babysitter.”

 

I smiled. “Yeah I know, don’t you want to listen to my song?” I asked.

 

She turned her back to rest on the counter, and folded her arms.“You ain’t a singer.

 

You don’t even have the nice voice,” she said.

 

Ah… Clarraaaa!

 

“I do Clara,” I said.

 

“Okay maybe a little,” she said.

 

I smiled.

 

“Wait a little,” I said.

 

I was done washing, so I placed the plates and spoons in the drainboard, and cleaned the counter. I grabbed a ladle and then I turned to face her.

 

“So here is my song,” I said and brought the ladle to my lips, it was acting as my microphone.

 

Clara chuckled as she stared at me.

 

 

“There is this beautiful nurse called claraaaa” I sang.

 

She chuckled and shook her head.

 

Wack! but I just want her to listen to the lyrics.

 

 

She’s my neighbour and her smile is just perfect

 

She smiled. Her smile was more wide this time.

 

 

Her hair looks more prettier when it falls,

 

but she love it more and so much more when it’s packed.

 

She chuckled, smiling.

 

 

She’s the most loveliest friend in the worldddd.

 

She told me not to say thanks to her after the meal cos I told her not to.

 

She laughed.

 

 

She’s so beautiful, Claraaa you are so beautiful.

 

But please don’t forget these names, Nurse goody two h-

 

A napkin landed on my face.

 

I laughed.

 

She was frowning but then she was holding back a chuckle and when she couldn’t hold it any longer, she let it out.

 

“Im sorry Clara.. so how was my song dedicated to you,” I asked.

 

She rolled her eyes. “Cool, you ain’t a good singer,” she said.

 

I smiled.

 

“Alright, im gonna sing this last one, the type that you like,” I said with a smile and began.

 

If our love was a fairy tale,

 

I would charge in and rescue you..

 

On a yacht, baby we would sell…

 

To a land where’d say I do..

 

And if we had babies they would look like you,

 

It’d be so beautiful if that came through..

 

You don’t even how very special you are…

 

Oh my.. she joined me.

 

 

You leave me breathless

 

you are everything good in my life.

 

You leave me breathless, I still can’t believe that you’re mine.

 

You just walked outta one of my dreams..

 

So beautiful, you leaving me…

 

Breathless..

 

 

She picked the wooden spoon and brought it to her lips, smiling as she sang the verse two.

 

I smiled as I watched her sing.

 

 

If our love was a story book,

 

We would meet on the very first page,

 

The last chapter would be about,

 

How im thanksful for the life we’ve made.

 

And if we had babies they would have your eyes…

 

I smiled as I watched her sing and gesture too, holding tightly to the spoon like a

 

singer on a stage. She did it so happily.

 

Her voice is so pretty, just like her.

 

No, she’s beautiful… yeah beautiful.

 

She sang, sang and then stopped with a playful frown.

 

“You left it to me to sing alone!” she said, breathing with laughter.

 

I smiled. “You have a really pretty voice Clara,” I said.

 

She chuckled, “Don’t flatter me,” she said.

 

“Im not flattering you ok, im serious, you have a really pretty voice,” I said. She smiled, “Thanks.”

 

I smiled and she widened her eyes.

 

Oh. It flashed back.

 

She just said ‘thanks’ to me.

 

I caught her in this one.

 

“You are telling me a movie,” I said.

 

She laughed.

 

“When you are done with yours, I will,” she said.

 

I smiled as I dropped the ladle, then took the wooden spoon from her and dropped it too.

 

Then I took her hand.

 

“Let’s go to the sitting room,” I said.

 

She glanced at our hand, thought she was gonna pull away as usual, but she didn’t.

 

I smiled. “Thanks,” I said.

 

She bursted into laughter. “Another movie!” she said.

 

I laughed.

 

“When you are done telling me yours,” I said.

 

She chuckled. I smiled.

 

We walked into the sitting-room and sat down on the same couch I slept off.

 

I still held her hand.

 

Okay, I let go.

 

“So, the movie,” she said.

 

Ahh she really want me to obey my punishment.

 

 

I smiled. “Alright, babysitter.. uhmm, Lawson Heydweiller was being hunted by his enemies. When he thought they weren’t coming for his family, they killed his wife and their nanny. Then he went on to hire Ryan, a very strong security who got fired from the police force, to come protect his three kids by being a babysitter. The first time he came, the kids were so scared of him. They…..”

 

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**Noah’s POV**

 

I stared at my dad as he stared back at me.

 

I couldn’t believe what he just said.

 

“Lopez has been shot dead, son” he said.

 

If Lopez have been shot dead then there is no fu.cking way of this damn place. The only hope we had has been shot dead!

 

“Dad, it’s all ending here. I’ve lost everything. Everything.” I said as tears rolled down my eyes.

 

He shook his head.

 

“Im sorry son,” he said.

 

“What fu.cking sorry are you telling me! who the hell came?”

 

“A boy maybe from Lopez crew. He refused telling me his name. He just dropped the news and left,” he said.

 

“Damn!” I hit my fist on the wall.

 

“There’s no one else son,” he said and layed down on his bed.

 

I rushed to him.

 

“Are you going to let us die here!!”

 

“We ain’t gonna die, The court will issue us some years imprisonment,” he said.

 

“Years! how many years, how many!” I asked, anger boiling inside me.

 

“I don’t know son. Let’s await our fate,” he said and closed his eyes.

 

Oh God!!

 

I walked to metal door and held it with tears rolling uncontrollably in my eyes.

 

 

‘Does this mean that im gonna loose Clara forever?

 

For how many years?

 

Maybe twenty or thirty?

 

Im I really gonna loose you?

 

I know you can’t leave me Clara. You love me and I love you so much.

 

You can forgive me, for the sake of our love.

 

But I just need you to come so I can tell you everything.

 

Everything you need to know. The reasons why I hide who I am to you.

 

Why haven’t you showed up?

 

Are you forgetting about me already?

 

Don’t you ever wanna see me again?

 

Is there another guy helping you to forget about me?

 

I know there can’t be! I can’t face that.

 

Clara we are meant to be! You are mine alone!

 

No one can take you away from me.

 

You are my woman, Clara.

 

You understand the meaning of true love. You display it with your whole heart.

 

You are faithful and committed.

 

You surrender your heart and yourself perfectly and tenderly.

 

Clara, I can’t loose you. You have to come. I have to tell you everything. You’ll have to forgive me and wait for me.

 

You can’t go away from me. I love you so much and won’t let anyone, I mean anybody! change your heart towards me.

 

 

 

 

 

**Drake’s POV**

 

I smiled when I was done telling her the whole movie.

 

She smiled widely.

 

 

“Great movie! Everything ended perfectly well even Lawson wasn’t killed but those cruel enemies of his who wanted to get to his wealth. All thanks to Ryan. He could marry Claire,” she said and laughed.

 

I laughed too.

 

“No Claire’s eighteen,” I said.

 

She smiled.

 

“He could come marry you,” I joked.

 

She threw the throw pillow at me.

 

I laughed out.

 

She just love throwing things at me.

 

“So your turn now,” I said.

 

She yawned and rubbed her eyes.

 

“Im sleepy noww,” she said.

 

Ah. I know she’s lying.

 

I hit her hair playfully.

 

“You’re lying,” I said.

 

“Seriously im not,” she said.

 

“Clara c’mon just obey your punishment,” I said.

 

She smiled.

 

“I can’t tell movies,” she said.

 

“Alright tell me a story,” I said.

 

“When im not a fan of novels,” she said.

 

“Uhmm, okay im gonna mercy you with this,” I said and thought for awhile.

 

She smiled.

 

“Let’s play a game,” I said.

 

“What game?”

 

“Truth or Dare..” I said.

 

She chuckled. “That’s kinda childish,” she said.

 

“Uhmmm alright, Dance then,” I said.

 

“Uhm, noooo” she said, laughing.

 

“C’mon or I won’t leave tonight,” I said.

 

“duh stay then,” she said.

 

I raised my brows.

 

“Huh really?” I asked.

 

She laughed. “No way!”

 

I smiled. “Then dance,” I said.

 

“I can’t dance Drake,” she said.

 

I smiled.

 

“Fine then, im not leaving tonight,” I said as I layed my head on the backrest, folded my arms and closed my eyes.

 

I noticed her stand up from the couch, gently so I wouldn’t notice that she did.

 

Seriously?

 

I waited for some minutes before opening my eyes and she wasn’t in the sitting room again.

 

I smiled.

 

I picked the remote and switched on the tv to play loud music.

 

Every song she plays are blues.

 

Nothing else.

 

I turned it off and headed to her room.

 

She locked the door.

 

Really?

 

“Clara, you have to obey your punushment,” I said.

 

“No im sleepyy, goodnight Drake,” she said from inside.

 

I smiled.

 

“Alright come shut your door,” I said.

 

She opened the door, smiling.

 

I smiled.

 

“Mercy today, no mercy again,” I said.

 

“Im not even gonna say it,” she said.

 

I smiled.

 

There was silence as we stared at each other.

 

She still held the doorknob and I was just outside the door. We stood close.

 

‘Clara, you are making me go nuts.

 

Look at those eyes, the lips.’

 

She broke the silence. “Alright, to the door.” I smiled.

 

We got to the door.

 

“Goodnight Clara,” I said.

 

“Yeah, goodnight Drake,” she said.

 

I nodded but still stood.

 

“You know what Drake?” she said.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

She breathed out.

 

“I don’t just know but I think I-” she paused.

 

“What?” I asked.

 

She breathed out. “Don’t bother, goodnight,” she breathed out.

 

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