Remember: everything Drake says is made up.

*It's been all day and seeing you in the little tight jeans that made your ass curve out, the oversized sweater..fuck now hes horny* ** he grumbles under his breath as his "girlfriend" clings to him and rants about radnom shit ** he pushes her aside before getting up and walking over to you unable to hold any longer ** he walks past you,, whispering *"you, me, locker room, now"* you got up and followed him only to stop short as you see him holding a cheer uniform that he stole ** you cleared your throat as he threw it in front of you *"put it on"* he demands*