Disclaimer: I don't own Dawson's Creek or any of the characters. I've just borrowed them for my own story.
Grabbing her books, Jen closed her locker and, resigning herself to an hour of excruciating boredom, set off for math.
Negotiating a couple of gossiping girls, "−I know Drue's hot and everything but I totally had to break up with him..." Jen turned the corner, running smack-dab into a flock of perfectly coiffed, sinisterly perky cheerleaders.
Shrill giggling filled the halls as her books went flying. Oh God, was it absolutely necessary that they colour coordinate their shoes? She pondered as she knelt down to retrieve them from the grubby lino, narrowly avoiding death by trampling, as the cheerleaders moved on.
A scruffy pair of guys sneakers loomed into view, "Well, you took your sweet time." she grumbled, "Where were you when I was being viciously attacked by the Barbie Brigade?" the sneakers, however, remained stoically silent. "Jack?" She glanced up to see Drue Valentine leering down at her.
"While you're down there Jenny..." he looked pointedly at his crotch. Standing up with excessively flailing elbows (Damn he'd anticipated her) she scowled up at him.
"Look Drue, I thought we agreed you'd stop stalking me"
"You mouth says leave, but your eyes say 'Take Me!'" Abruptly, he smushed her against him, ruffling her curls with his free hand. Infuriated, Jen pushed him away as hard as she could,
"God you're annoying" she hissed straightening her hair.
"You can just call me Drue, Lindley" he replied causing her to groan loudly.
"I see Satan never made good on that whole 'some wit for your soul' deal"
"Oh, Ow!" He clutched his chest, "That really hurts coming from 'Girl, Interrupted"
"Bite me Valentine"
"Where?"
She turned, striding away from him. Unfortunately, Drue quickly slid into step with her.
"Oh well that's just cruel, one of these days I could really take offense to behaviour like that."
Jen said nothing, figuring that perhaps 'ignore them and they'll go away' might actually apply in this case, after all, Drue had a short enough attention span.
Unfortunately he continued. "You know, all this denying we were ever friends is probably causing me huge psychological damage, would you recommend your councillor?"
"Oh I don't deny we were ever friends, but the fact that my counselling revolves around those years speaks volumes dontcha think?" Drue jumped in front of her, blocking the now empty staircase.
He looked seriously at her, "Do you even remember the good times we had?"
"Drue" She sighed "Let me go I'm late for class."
"Remember the expedition to find the perfect ice cream sundae? Or that time we crashed my parent's yacht party and spent the entire time on the roof, getting drunk under the stars?"
Mutely Jen shook her head. Drue gazed back with an odd look in his eyes, before settling on his trademark smirk.
"Don't you remember lying in the park mocking the sorts of people you now call friends, those sad small-town types whose entire lives revolve around their own pathetic little mini dramas, usually involving the girl next door and their best friend? Ring any bells?"
Too late Jen recognised it; his kamikaze look. He glanced over her shoulder at something. No someone. Dawson. He pushed past a stunned Jen, walking quickly away up the stairs.
"Dawson! Dawson wait!" Jen called vainly before rounding on a still smirking Drue. "You knew he was there didn't you!" Drue shrugged nonchalantly "Why the hell did you do that?" She yelled "What sort of twisted person are you, that you get enjoyment out of messing up my life?"
"Now, now. Aren't we being a little melodramatic?" He sneered patronisingly "Wonder boy'll get over it soon enough. Anyway it's so boring watching you lot be so nice to each other all the time."
"Go to hell!" And she too pushed past him up the stairs.
Drue just stood there for a moment watching her walk away, still not quite sure why he'd done that.