Chapter 2
~~Drew's POV~
Well, one of our awkward talks is finished. Though I was still upset, I felt a bit of reassurance. "Just call me" he said to me. He had his hand on my shoulder. I felt a spark. After school, he and I went to the library to cram for this math test we had to take.
"Ugh polynomials again! Kill me!" I said in utter disappointment. My grades have always been terrible. I'm an idiot. A total retard. I've never even got an A before. It sucks, but I have my own way of dealing….
"Why are you always so grumpy when it comes to schoolwork? It isn't really that bad" I said, not knowing how it would affect his feelings.
"Are you saying I'm stupid? He snapped back at me, sounding a bit angry
"No I- never mind."
At about 4:30, we both headed home. He didn't know it, but I secretly loved our study sessions. I know we could never happen, but it was better than nothing. Zane wouldn't last in my world (A/N: I love Zane, but I just HAD to put that). I got home and plopped on my bed. I turned over and grabbed a picture of me and K.C. It was a prized possession of mine.
He and I had gone to a rock concert one day…. Those days. I was care-free and I had nothing to be afraid of. We both had our arms around each other. We were laughing, or he was laughing. Before the picture, someone had accidently jabbed a knuckle into his ribs. He started to giggle and the light flashed. Who would have thought? K.C. Guthrie, ticklish. I adored his laugh.
"I think I love you man" I said to the picture, before drifting off to sleep.
~K.C.'s POV~
Well that was weird. I never implied that he was dumb. I, for one, think he's a bright guy. So he has trouble with school, everyone does at some point. But he felt so defensive about it. Maybe that's a button I don't want to press.
I finally got a night to myself. Kyle and Jenna had Baby Guthrie tonight, so I should have a great night's sleep. As I jumped into bed, I started to think about my friend again.
I remember meeting him at The Dot one day. I was behind him and as he turned around he spilled his drink onto my shirt.
"Oh my God! I'm so sorry! Here let me help you with that" he said in a frantic tone. I loved how he was so apologetic. Any other jock (besides Riley and Zane, I love those guys) would have just walked off with a snicker.
After my shirt was mostly clean, he sat with me while I drank my own drink (it was 90 outside. I'm still drinking, stainless or not). We got to know each other more and we both learned we were going to Degrassi, and that we were trying out for football.
Oh Drew. He seriously will never know how much I care. After the little affair with Clare and Jenna, I had no one else to talk to but Dave, and he's really annoying most of the time. I cherish friendship like family. Don't take this the wrong way, but I love Drew. He's a great guy, even though I frowned upon his feud with Riley and Zane. Riley and Zane were also good friends of mine, and I can honestly say I love them too, them and their gayness and such.
But back to Drew. He and I have never fought, about ANYTHING. I've come to him with all my problems and he's always there to make me feel better. He doesn't show his sensitive side to anyone but me. I don't know why, but me and Adam have both been the only two guys he gave a damn about, and a bit of a soft spot for the Ziley guys.
He was great. His cocky attitude, his hair, his wardrobe, the way he glistened when he took off his shirt….. Wait, what am I saying? Drew's my best friend, and a guy. I can't be gay…. can I?
No, there's no way. I mean, I have a son for Christ's sake.
But, now that I think about it, I've always stared at him funny even if I denied it. Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me. I mean I love Drew, but I don't love him like that….. Or….. Do I?
'I…. Do. I really do!' I thought to myself. It's so clear. All this time I've hung out with him. He's always been on my mind as of late, I was worried about him, but I also thought of him and me getting touchy. As I had my epiphany, I began to think. How can I face this conversation with Jenna? And lose my family? I love Tyson, he's my son. As I thought I slowly drifted off to sleep.
