All characters and rights go to Lilli St. Crow. I just generated this plot, okay. I hope you enjoy, and also they're all human. Not quite sure if I'm going to add Christopher to this story or not.. And also I forgot what the history teacher's name is, however I know it's something like Blech or Blechly or some crap like that (:


Dru POV

Dru Anderson walked up the front steps of Wilmer High School around mid-day on a Wednesday afternoon. Late as usual, she did not bother signing in, it wasn't like she was actually going to attend class and she was pretty sure she had American history now. She could not stand Mrs. Blech, sometimes she wished she could hex her or something. Dru walked up to her locker, and opened it. She wanted to keep her sketchbook safe from the snow that had somehow gotten into her bag and was now melting. There was not much in her locker; an apple, a few textbooks that had never been opened and a note. Dru did a double take upon seeing the note. Who would be writing to me? She thought to herself. She picked up the small note, it had been ripped out of a math notebook, and started to read its contents.

Dear Dru,

I would like to start off by saying that you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid my eyes on. It's a privilege to get to see you on the three or so days that you come to school in a term.

I think I fell in love with you since the moment I accidentally bumped into you on your first day here at Wilmer. That's so typical of clumsy old me, to fall into the prettiest girl in school. Anyway I hope to see you in class someday soon.

Until then,

Regards,

The gawky loser freak boy that likes you.

Dru crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it in the bin. She sneered at it in distaste. Dru started to walk away, then turned around and walked back to the bin to retrieve the note. It was really quite sweet actually. She must have lost her mind. Dru never thought anything was sweet, and if she did, she then resented it. Whilst scrambling around in the bin the bell rang to inform the students that lunch had begun.

"What a freak," "Eww, she's in the bin," Great, now the stuck-up-holierthanyou bitches are laughing at me. Dru really didn't mind school, in fact she liked to learn, it was the people that really screwed it up. She stood up, wiped at the bin juice that had coated her hands with her sweater sleeves and walked out of the school. holyer

Graves POV

Graves rounded the corner in a hurry, he'd skipped his last class in order to have a smoke, which had turned into half a packet and then he'd lost track of time. He was looking at the ground, when he felt something that was a mix of hard and soft hit him. "Hey, watch where you're going loser," The girl shouted at him. It was the Dru girl, the one with the dark hair and beautiful skin who was never in class. "Maybe it's you who needs to watch where they're going," Graves suggested. She sighed and asked him to move out of her way. "Or, we could go out and have some fun," Dru considered his proposal for a minute and decided it would be more interesting than sitting around by herself all day. Dru nodded and started to walk in line with him. Graves noticed that she had to walk fast to keep up with him because his legs were so long. So, he slowed down and asked her how she was enjoying her new home. "It's alright I guess," She thought to herself for a few minutes, "It's kind of boring, did you ever have anything to do when you were a kid?"

"Actually, yeah, there was this really great playground where everyone used to go. They tore it down though because, you know, parents complained that it wasn't safe," He shook his head, "It's not that, kids are just pussy's these days." They both laughed in agreement at this. Graves took them to a little book store that was also combined with a cafe. Dru sat down at a table while he ordered coffee and she gazed at book titles.

"They've got some good stuff in here," She pointed out.

"Yeah, I love this stuff, it's all old, none of that new young adult fiction crap that all the kids read to make themselves feel smart." Dru laughed, and twisted her hair around her index finger. She snuck a peek at Graves while his head was turned to see if their order was ready. He was cute in that way those boys who hadn't quite grown into their faces were cute. She knew in a few years he'd be really attractive, especially with the tan he had because of his part Asian heritage. When Graves turned back Dru was biting her lip in a way that made his inside turn and had him thinking things he really should not have been thinking in public. After their tea, they sat for a while and talked about their favourite novels. They realised they were both a fan of Charles Dickens' novels and indie rock music.

Dru POV

"Your bill comes to two ten dollars and seventy cents." The cute waitress that Graves addressed as Dixie, told them. Dru went to reach for her wallet when Graves, being the gentleman he was, stopped her and paid the bill himself. "First one's free," he said before writing his mobile number on her forearm and winking. He stood up and walked out without actually saying goodbye. Dru sat for a moment and looked at his seat; he had left his grey beanie behind. Well, I guess I'll be seeing him again, she thought to herself with a smile on her face.


That's it, I hope you like, please review and I'm not sure if this is long enough. If the pov's changed sorry, it's late and I can't even be bothered. next chapter coming soon.