(Drew's POV)
I wanted to pass out from boredom in math. This was definitely my most hated class. The teacher could care less if I was paying attention. He never turns around while he's teaching us the lesson on the whiteboard. They all looked like a bunch of random numbers to me.
I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I checked it and it said I got a new picture message. Picture message? From who? I opened it and it was OH GOD! I knew who the sender was. Bianca. This girl would not give up, would she? I turned around and noticed her looking at me. All she did was smile. I'm not going to let this happen again.
Another message but this time it was a text. It was a text from Bianca that read "I heard about you and Ali. Want to celebrate being single again in the Boiler Room? ;)" Of course she put the wink face. I got another incoming text. "There's an extra seat next to me. You could have a little sneak peak ;) "
Not another wink face. Drew, I know you want to but don't. I need to get out of here before I do something stupid.
I yelled out, "Mr. Elweiser," he turned around.
"Yes, Drew. Gotta question about the Substitution Property on this proof?" Mr. Elweiser stated without even flinching. The what? What is he talking about?
"No. I need to use the bathroom," I could see the disappointed look on his face. I'm sorry if I'm not interested in what you teach. Don't take it personally.
"Hall Pass is next to the door. You can grab it on the way out," said Mr. Elweiser in a cold tone. Thank you. You saved me from a great deal of trouble. I'll turn off my phone in case Bianca is still persistent.
I walked out that door feeling somewhat good about myself. I still felt guilty about the past but I at least I stuck to never doing it again. Bianca is another boyfriend's problem. I really wanted to ditch but there was no fun in ditching alone. I'll just text Ali… nevermind.
A walk of fresh air would help me clear out my thoughts. I started to pace around the front of the school. I don't even realize how Ali is still mad at me. People screw up; no one is perfect. She still accepted your dumbass. Many girls accept guys like that. Just like guys accept dumb girls because they're hot. Like Jenna and KC. They're history, just like you and Ali. I really wish there was an off button to that annoying voice in my head. But Ali and I are not history. She'll find time to forgive me, she isn't a heartless person unlike Bianca.
I heard someone scream and it was coming from the outside basketball courts. I ran to the direction of the basketball courts. I could tell it was a girl's scream. And I was right. I saw Fitz pinning up some chick to the fence. I've always had a deep hate for that guy ever since he messed with Adam.
"Where's your emo-boy now? I know, he's too busy making out with Goth girl," I took out Fitz before he could do anymore harm.
"What's your problem? Is bringing a knife to school not enough? Now you're beating up girls?" I screamed right in his face as I pushed him into the fence. Anger and vengeance boiled within me.
"Chill out. I was just having a little fun with her," Fitz smiled and took a glance at his latest victim. I felt like this was déjà vu all over again with Ali and Owen.
"Well your fun is over. You better go before we both do something really stupid," My stupid action was taking him down and might getting expelled. His stupid action was staying here and letting me.
"I've taken you down before so I can do it again. But whatever," Fitz walked away into the distance. Yeah, you better walk.
Now what's the story with this girl? I leaned down to check up on her. She had no harsh bruises or blood stains. Thank God. I gently turned the girl over to see if there was any damage on her face. She had none. All I saw were a couple of rips on her shirt for getting pinned on the fence too hard. But she got no scratches. She was alright, physically.
I saw tears all over the face. Being alright emotionally was a different story. I quickly picked her upper body up into my arms. I felt her running sobs all over my shirt. I might have to burn this shirt after she's done snorting all over it. Ah, oh well. The shirt came in for a good cause. I got a girl in my arms on my most hated day, who knew?
"What did that pig do to you?" I finally asked. She looked at me. I saw the snot running down her nose. Ew. She had messed up hair, wet lashes, crystal blue eyes that were red from the crying, snow white skin, and pouty lips. What a beautiful mess. Now the voice in my head sounds like a romance chick book, great. I guess it was somewhat true; she was cute for a sniffler.
"After I got out of the bathroom. I wanted to go to the nurse's office. Fitz found me and he was too strong for me to escape," The girl paused and then sniffled and coughed some more.
"I'm no rocket scientist but I don't think you need to go outside for the nurse's office," The girl looked down as if she got caught.
"Fair enough. Why are you out here?" She said with a playful look on her face. If I was going to question her, she was going to question me back.
"I wanted to ditch but there was no one I could ditch with. So I decided just to walk out here," I could've made up some excuse, too, but I felt I needed to be honest with her.
"Oh. Yeah you'd have to be insane to want to ditch solo. I'm Clare by the way," she raised her hand out to me and I shook it. I didn't know people still formally shook hands. But why does Clare sound familiar?
"Drew." Clare's blue eyes widened. What did I say?
"Adam's stepbrother, right?" That's who she was. She was Adam's friend and Ali's, too. I sort of knew a little bit about her. Something about her and that guy who wears black hooked up. Adam barely tells me about his friends but Ali talks, A LOT.
"Right. How are you and your boyfriend doing?" I wanted to make small-talk so we could be at a more comfortable level. I couldn't remember if they were official or not, though. But the cutie and skull seemed to be the serious type. His name is at the tip of my tongue. Was it Eddie? Emmet? E-man? E-man was someone's nickname during freshman year. I should know this guy's name considering he's one of Adam's first guy friends, after he found out his secret.
"He's with someone else," Eli. I saw Clare's eyes starting to water. Damnit. I always screw these things up. It's only worse because my attempt to help her was starting to work. She got the case of bad news from her boyfriend, too. "I should go," Clare pulled herself up. Drew, don't this. Make it right, for at least one girl.
"Wait," Clare stopped and looked into my eyes for what I had to say.
"Want to ditch with me to the Dot? You can tell me everything that happened with that jerk-off, Eli. My treat," I stood up and waited for her reply. Might as well give her my smile to not look as serious. All she gave me was a confused look. Is there something in my teeth?
"You really want to hear a girl talk about her feelings while you pay for her meal. Not trying to be mean, are you expecting me hook up with you?" I knew what Clare meant. Ali must've told her our little scene at the dance. I'm surprised Clare didn't run away from me the second she knew I was that Drew. I thought the purity ring girls ignored the... unpure people. Then again, she's still friends with Ali.
"Of course not. Sorry, you're not my hook up type." I smiled to let her know I was teasing. She took it and smiled back. But she wasn't my type; I was into girls with darker features like the brunettes and brown eyes. I didn't want to sound racist, but she was too white for me.
"Ditto. But okay, if you insist," I walked up to her and grabbed her bag for her. Crap! This is heavy! Clare saw my struggle and grabbed my bag. She looked like a pro carrying that thing. She then lightly, "I'd expect more from a football player."
"Football did not teach us how to carry 100-pound purses. What do you put in there?"
"Books. And a few rocks here or there," I was not going to let some sophomore girl be stronger than me. I offered to take the bag again and she gave me the bag, "I'm giving you another chance so don't screw up. But you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," I wasn't sure what she meant by that. I hope she was only talking about the bag.
