SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.08: DREW
Welcome to those young and old, another lovely chapter of Episode 8, sorry if I do tend to slack off on the fanfiction a bit, December is the manic kind of month and my Mum went to hospital this afternoon but she should be fine, wishing you all the best during the holiday period. Also once again, thank you for your lovely reviews they mean an awful lot to me, and to the anon from last chapter, I think you'll find that there is a lot more to Claire and Gemma's relationship, she doesn't exactly make Gemma a boring person but sort of balances her out, and also keep in mind that relationships aren't final and Claire isn't the only person who will be important in Gemma's life, I think you may be quite satisfied in the near future, just keep reading :) until then here is chapter 3!
"Lets discuss for a minute, the importance of human relationships in relation to positive and negative personal issues," said Tony, picking up the marker to write on the whiteboard.
"We all have relationships with various people within our lives and subconsciously we will decide the importance of a certain person and our trust in them. When certain issues develop in our life, we will evaluate each person around us and work out whether they are suitable enough to act as our emotional outpour, this can be getting angry at them, using their shoulder to cry on, or sharing the absolute joy that you happened to reach level 99 on star fighter with your fellow hermit. Now the problem with this method which for some reasons all human beings seem to adapt, is that emotional problems are long lasting things and so in turn people don't get to use their outpour effectively because their outpour has their own problems and yet no one can seem to see that. The worst case being when someone is very kind and helpful and no one is there to help them because they aren't use to helping other people they're use to this one person helping everybody. Sound clear? Mr. Winton, please repeat at least one thing that I said."
Dean bit his pencil, "Mr. Winton, please repeat at least one thing that I said."
"Alright smartass." Said Tony, "50 push-ups out the front of the class."
Dean clapped his hands together standing up, "Alright! Ladies time for a sneak peak of the tank show!"
"Hold up a minute," said Tony, "Glenn has to sit on top of you."
Dean looked to where Tony was pointing to a monstrous sized boy standing up and walking to the front.
"Woah, Tone," said Dean smiling, "I'm not being funny or nothing, but if he sits on me you're going to be cleaning me guts off his ass."
Tony smiled back and leaned forward, "Just for that, 75, get to it."
Dean sighed, "Alright, alright, sit on me then you fat shit."
Dean immediately began to tremble as he pulled a sour face. "Every time you have a crack at Glenn it'll be another 20 Mr. Winton."
The whole class seemed to be rather entertained with Tony and Dean's consistent show, while Drew sat up the back with a blank gaze as his hands made scribbles on the page.
"Very artistic," said a voice above him.
Drew zoned back in and looked up to see Tony, but the rest of the class was gone, "What the- where is everyone?" he asked.
"Class is over, you completely missed it. Mr. Preston and Ms. Dawson have taken Dean to the nurse if you wish to look for him."
Drew shook his head, "I'd rather not look for him, he can look after himself, I'm sorry for missing the class, I'll get out of your hair."
Tony halted him as he stood up, "Drew, you're not in my hair…"
"I know, it was a figure of…"
"No, I know it was a figure of speech, what I'm saying is… Drew you think you're a burden to everyone."
"That's cause I kind of am, I'm just there." He said with a shrug.
"Then how come they find you one of the most helpful people in their lives."
"I dunno ok? I'll just go…"
"Drew," said Tony with a focused look, "I'm trying to help you out here, cause no one else is."
Drew paused for a minute, "You psychology teachers are shit good."
"That's not psychology teachers, that's me, and you aren't going to get help if you shut people off your entire life."
Drew stared at the ground, "It's kind of hard to keep people in your life, when none of them care. Don't tell me I haven't seeked help, because so many times I've gone to them when I need it and they were never there, they never care. None of them have any idea what happened last year, they just call it my little weird phase. I enjoy helping people, but I only can for so long, I'm not being selfish or anything but I'm a person too."
"To be a ghost to those around you."
"Yeah…" said Drew, "If they had any idea what it was like, I'm so fucking lonely and… they don't even care. Just cause I don't shout it out, doesn't mean I don't have problems."
"Listen, all I've really got to say is quite simple. Don't be completely closed about it, sometimes you are going to step over people to get some help because they are too loud and arrogant to notice you otherwise, you need peoples help cause when you try and do it on your own you're just going to collapse under pressure. The human race was designed to work co-operatively and if you're cutting yourself off then you're just going to lose it. You don't have to tell me what is shit in your life, but you have to tell someone otherwise it's going to kill you. I would talk more but I have to dash, and I assume you do too."
"Yeah… something like that," said Drew leaning back.
"You're more than what other people think of you," said Tony, "And you're more than what you think of you, so make the most of it."
Tony walked out of the classroom leaving Drew leaning against his desk as he sighed.
Sam came up to the Drew tapping him rapidly on the shoulder, "Drew, I need to talk to you, quick, come out on the green."
"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming," he said with a sigh.
She dropped her bag by the tree, "Ok, ok, ok, I've got serious problems."
"I bet," he said, "Ken?"
"Yeah, exactly, he's so, so…"
"So what?"
"Different," said Sam shooting her arms out.
"You don't like him?" asked Drew.
"No, no, I do, but he's like smart and caring and shit, and he's so shut off, I dunno what to do, I've never been with a guy like this, what do I do?"
"Honestly Sam, you're a smart girl, just go with it, if you were really meant to be together it will all sort of work out around that."
"Is that it?" asked Sam.
"Yeah, it really is."
"Come on Drew, you're meant to be helping me."
"I'm sorry Sam, I'm just… I dunno. It's like what Tony said, emotional outpour and shit…"
"When did Tony say that?" asked Sam with a confused face.
"In class today…"
"All I remember was Dean doing push-ups with the fat kid on his back."
"You called?" said Dean walking towards them, "Like a fox I jump when my name is heard…"
"I thought you were at the nurse's office." Said Drew.
"I was I thought I dislocated my back, but then she called me a pussy and sent me away, and I called her a fannyfart, so it's all good. Speaking of which, what are you two queefs up to?"
"Thanks for the endearment," said Drew, "We were just having a chat."
"Oh yeah?" said Dean, "having a chat? What lovely topic are we chatting about? It's emotional shit ain't it? Little D'n'M. Yep, it's just as I suspected, Mr. Noodles cock is too small."
"What makes you think that we are talking about Sam's personal life?" asked Drew.
"Well you ain't talking about yours, what problems would you have? Only got 9 blowjobs, what a shame…"
"See Dean," said Drew marching up to him, "You don't know shit about me. You're meant to be my best friend but honestly you just piss me off beyond fuck."
"I piss you off mate? Your little sexy fucking Australian accent, you reel in the chicks, you've got it so fucking easy…"
"You don't know shit! Dean, you are just absolute shit! All that I've been through and you have the nerve to say that to me?"
Dean scowled up at Drew, "If I'm just absolute shit, then hit me."
"I'm not going to do that."
"Why not? Go on, we all know you're strong, so hit me, unleash one, rip your fist in to me."
Drew immediately started walking away.
"Oh come on mate, don't be a poor sport."
"Dean," said Drew, "I'm walking away cause I know if I stay I will hurt you… I don't want to do that, I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to hurt anyone…"
"Don't worry," he whispered to Sam, "I know how to get to him."
He cupped his hands around his mouth, "Oi Drew! Is this about your family?"
Drew stopped in his tracks.
"Ah-ha! You know about my Dad, fat angry prick. You know Sam's are dead, so what about yours? Where are they?"
Drew broke into a run and out of the college green.
Dean laughed, "Pussy, how about that then hey?" he said turning with a cocky grin to Sam.
Sam brought her fist right to his face and he coiled back holding it.
"Drew might have the self control to walk away, doesn't mean I won't punch you. You're such a fucking prat." She spat at him.
Hayley came up to Drew as he walked out, "Hey Drew."
"I'm sorry Hayley, not right now," he said.
"Oh… listen there was this party thing tonight…"
"Hayley," said Drew stopping, "I'm working and I really don't care, I'm sorry but I gotta go."
Hayley watched him walk off, "right yeah, cool," she said as she tried to wave him off but it didn't satisfy her, and so she kept at it, but Drew didn't even notice.
Drew was back in the city, he lit a spliff, trying to get the feel of it, that city rush he always felt that somehow touched inside of him, but he was just too hurt.
It was really quite surprising how he could have so many people close to him yet he felt completely alone.
He began to run and look up at the sights around him. He ran out onto the street to spin his arms around but a cab screeched to halt and he backed away as it nearly hit him
A grotty man leaned out the window, "You fucking druggy, watch where you are going you prick!"
Drew walked off into the city square and lay back on the ground and shut his eyes, but his phone ran interrupting him.
"Drew, it's Pastul, I received your absolutely charming call this morning," he said.
"Yeah, I want to speak to Llewellyn." He said.
"Big call, your not exactly an executive of the business even I have trouble talking to him." He said.
"I want to talk specifically to him, cause I'm really pissed." He said.
"Your in luck that he is in tonight, I'll try my best to pen you in but you are in way out of your depth Drew, he can fire you like that."
"Whatever, as long as I can talk to him."
"Just remember your tone boy, if you speak to him like this you'll be fired on the spot, also I want you working extra hours for this."
"Fine, I don't fucking care, just do it!" he screamed into his phone.
Drew hung up and sighed, he hurled his phone across the concrete and then lay back shutting his eyes once more, he was too hurt to look at the beautiful sky above him.
Once again, apologies for such a short chapter, this story may not seem like it's kicking off, but there is a lot more to it, the next chapter is where actual plot starts to kick in, instead of this angsty stuff. I will admit it is kind of filler at the start, but you'll see this stories value really soon, chapter 4 up soon.