Miss Independent
Drea milled about Degrassi Community School, Trying not to attract attention. And when your Fitz' s twin sister, that's not easy. When you smell like shaving cream and reek of his booze, it also doesn't help. Not only that, she hung out with Allicia Hamilton, who was the most violent chick on campus and had put Owen to shame more than once, and Owen Milligan himself, who was just as over protective as her brother. Although Allicia could kick ass, if any girl hurt Drea. Yes , Drea could defend herself. Her violent twin brother had taught her well. But she was not a violent person, and preferred stronger people to fight her battles because she was, for the most part, emotionally insecure. She had never been kissed. She was still a virgin, and in fact, had never been on a real date. Ever. Not once. She wasn't ugly, she just wasn't ready for a relationship. She rounded the corner and rammed right into Wesley Betenkamp.
"AGGGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH! I TOUCHED THEM! I TOUCHED HER BOOBS!" Wesley yelled, running in the opposite direction. Drea stood there for a second.
-Meanwhile-
"Eli! You gotta help me! I touched her, man. Full body contact. What's the cure?"
"You gotta touch her again. In the same spot. "
"But I touched her boobs man! I touched her boobs."
"It doesn't matter. You have to repeat the action." Eli assured the scared younger boy.
-Later-
Wesley couldn't bring himself to touch her again. He just kept hitting her with his jacket.
"NEVER AGAIN!" He shouted as he beat her. Bianca spied the trouble and ran to Drea's brother and might-as-well-be brother.
"Fitz! Owen! Wesley's got Drea!" She yelled. They were at J.T Yorke's memorial. Both boys dashed to the scene of the crime. Drea was on the ground in tears. Owen was the first to run to her. He picked Wesley up off the ground.
"I swear to God"
"Kill him Owen!" Fitz urged. Allicia's face penetrated the crowd.
"Come on. Owen. Do you really wanna fill out all the paper work associated with killing him?" Allicia asked him.
"Not today, Betenkamp. But if you EVER lay a hand on Drea again, I'll snap your neck like a fucking twig." He released the younger boy and Wesley scampered off. Owen's shifted from anger to concern.
"T-t-thanks, Owen" she stuttered. His hands raced over the cuts. One was deeper that it looked. He wrapped it in football tape.
"There. That should hold. "He lightly tapped her arm.
"Why don't you kiss it better too, Owen?" Joked Fitz . Drea blushed.