I tried to keep him away from Bianca. I really did.

But she did get to Drew…and she gave him drugs. He started doing them, and he seemed fine at first and then I noticed his kisses felt different, his eyes seemed to grow more distant with each passing day. I ignored it, the back of my mind feeling something was wrong.

No one really noticed until a basketball game, when Drew was tested by KC.

KC waved his hand in front of Drew's face, but he was unresponsive.

Then, realizing the danger Drew was in, I jumped up and ran down the bleachers and ran into the middle of the court.

I called his name…nothing.

I looked closely. Dilated pupils, loss of cognition ad thought. He was doing pot.

All of the signs were there. How could I not have realized them?

I pulled him off the game with the help of KC and Armstrong called in a sub and the game continued. Mrs. Torres suddenly appeared.

"What's wrong?"

"I…I think he's drunk…like 0.15 level." I said surprised.

"Who gave it to him?" Lovely how she automatically jumped to someone else handing it to him, instead of him going to get them.

Right.

"Probably her." I pointed to Bianca in the bleachers. "She had oral sex with Drew at the last dance…Alli did nothing, she did break up with this one though. Bianca's bad news for Drew. A boyfriend stealer."

Mrs. Torres listened only to the first two words out of my mouth.

"C'mon, let's bring Drew to the teacher's room." I told KC.

We brought him in and KC left, heading back to the game.

Drew looked around.

"Are you high?" his mother demanded.

"Yes ma'am…very." He giggled.

Mrs. Torres was in shock.

I'd handle this. "Drew…honey, I love you…I know you're still here…but you- you're body, brain is being damaged by all these drugs…" Pretty soon everything I love about you will be gone, I thought. "You need to stop…Or I can't be with you." I was nearly crying.

He just looked at me…or rather he seemed to stare through me or past me. And then his eyes closed. I knew what was happening.

He swayed and fell towards me.

I caught him and the sheer weight made me slowly sink the floor. And then I cried, stroking his hair, waiting until he awoke.

Drew didn't stop. Bianca kept supplying, and he needed. Classic case of supply and demand; Addiction and need.

One day, I complained to Eli when I was over his house.

"Eli, you're so good at this stuff. How do I fix it?"

"I…" He shook his head.

Clare had just gone on break with him and it broke him. He loved her. We both weren't lucky and perfect anymore. Just on the verge of tears.

I knew if he wasn't in this depressed state he'd say, "Just be there for him."

Clare had been there for Eli with his hoarding.

And then…we were kissing.

After making-out for what seemed a minute, we pulled apart, both obviously appalled.

"Oh God. Oh God. We Didn't…I…you…us…we….cheated." I grabbed my stuff, scared out of my wits. "I have to go now." And I ran out the door.

I loved Eli. I really did. But as a brother. I couldn't believe we had just done that!

And I still didn't know what to do about Drew. If nothing, my trip to Eli's had just confused me more. I researched drugs, addictions, treatments, recovery…all this stuff.

I sat back in my desk chair.

I ran my fingers through my hair. God. I still couldn't get earlier out of head.