Drake Imagines

Hot Girl Summer (Rated R)

Yn POV

"AYE AYE," I was having a good time down in Miami at SLS pool party.

Me and my group of friends actually ran into Megan Thee Stallion and let me tell you...

That bitch tall asf and fine as hell.

"Drive the boat girl," she pours cognac into my mouth and I'm turnt as hell.

"WHO GON HANDLE ME?"

"Who gon handle me," everyone is singing and dancing. That's how they do it down in Miami.

After a long ass school year, we were excited to get everything out of our systems.

"Girl some nigga been peepin you for a hot minute," my friend Jayda points at some guy.

He was pretty tall, buff, lightskin with some waves.

"Girl I'm busy doing my thing, fuck a nigga," I was beyond turnt. I had to keep pulling my bikini top up every five seconds.

"This why I shouldn't be wearing bandeau bikini's," I mumble to myself.

"You still look cute though," I hear a voice tell me.

I turn around and see the guy Jayda was talking about.

"Oh uh thank you," I feel myself turn red.

"I'm Drake," he smiles and gives me his hand.

"Yn," I shake it.

"I know. You go to University of Miami," he chuckles.

"Y-yeah...yeah how you know that? You a stalker or sum?" I look at him.

"Nah nothing like that shawty. I go there too and I've been feeling you for a minute. I saw you reject Andre," he tells me.

"Ohh damn yeah you look familiar," I laughed.

"Well can I take you out some time then?"

I look at him and shake my head. "Look," I pat his shoulder. "I am a hot girl this summer so there will be no tying me down," I shrug.

He lifts his eyebrow and laughs. "A hot girl? Well then you tryna fuck?"

I scoff at him. "N-no that's not what I said."

"So what you saying. You don't want me at all? Not even to be friends?"

I side eye him and cross my fingers. "Alright whatever then."

He grabs my hand and he drags me closer to the dance floor. "Show me what you got."

I look at him. "You can't handle me boy."

"Bet."

Who a hotter B? Who got a lot of D?
Who poppin like a P when he be hoppin out the V?
And who gon tell him that my bitch is getting her degree?
And when we say it's Hot Girl Summer, we ain't talkin bout degrees

Strong knees run in this family so...I did what needed to be done.

I was twerking and grinding all over him. Pretty soon a big crowd formed around us and everyone was having a fun time.

But after ten minutes, a bitch was tired.

"Girl where you going," he sneaks his hand around my waist.

"I'm tired," I sit down at the bar.

"I thought you was a hot girl? You a little sweetie tho," he laughs.

"None of that," I finish my bottle of water.

"So I cant take you on a date?" He asks me.

I shake my head. "We can hook up I guess."