Practice *Aubrey Drake Graham*

6

Bethany's P.O.V

His phone starts to ring and he looks around for it.

"It's on the table in the living room where you left it yesterday."

I respond while eating my pancake. He runs to it.

"Hello?" He asks. 

He walks into my bedroom.

Drake's P.O.V

"Hello?" 

"Aubrey Drake Graham where have you been?!" My manager asks/yells.

"Um-"

"Lemme guess. With your mystery girl! I'll send you the link to the video." I look out the window and see a few reporters.

"Sorry I just got c-"

"I don't want to know. Just meet me at the studio with the girl."

Then he hangs up. I press the end button before sighing. I looked at the video and it was ridiculous. Did she call them? What'd she do while I was asleep?? For her own sake, she'd better not have done anything. I can't trust anyone now-a-days. Especially not these hoes-

but was she really a hoe?

I walk outside into the kitchen where she was.

"Did your manager yell at you? Because if he did I'm so-" Bethany starts.

"Don't worry about it. I just have to see him in the studio and I have to bring you." 

She pauses.

"What?" 

Bethany's P.O.V

"Yeah I have to bring you along.." Aubrey tells me.

"Woah, why?" I say. 

"I don't know." He responds bluntly.

"What did you tell him?" I ask.

"I couldn't tell him anything."

"Well okay.." I sigh before going into my room and changing. 

"Can I come in?" Aubrey calls after a while.

"Yeah it's open." I respond. 

He opens the door to my bedroom.

"You look nice." He says sincerely.

"Thank you. You don't look to bad yourself Aubrey."

"I love it when you say my name." 

I blush hard. I was wearing the same sweater but with some black skinny jeans and my blue vans paired with a white lacy scarf. My hair was up in a pony tail.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

I nod standing up. I grab a pair of shades before heading out with him.

"Alright so the main entrance is blocked. Lets try the back." I explain as we exit my apartment and head towards the back door where the stairs are.