twenty two

Vanessa's POV

I headed towards my new room, the guards trailing behind me. They began to arrange my things, while I stood off to the side, lost in thought. I couldn't stop thinking about my conversation with Dante, and how it had all gone so wrong. "I need to do something," I thought to myself. "Even if he doesn't like me, I can't give him any more reasons to doubt me." I made up my mind to talk to Drake and clear the air. I couldn't let this go on any longer. I had to put an end to the tension once and for all.

I hurriedly took a shower, hoping the warm water would wash away the tension and stress I felt. After drying off, I wrapped my hair in a messy bun and changed into a comfortable pair of denim jeans and a light top. I put on my slippers and, with a racing heart, headed to Drake's room. I knocked on the door lightly, hoping to catch him alone. I waited, my heart thudding in my chest. Finally, the door opened, and Drake stood before me, a towel wrapped around his waist and drople