"This is all your fault." I told Drew.

"Don't act like this is all on me, Anya." He replied, bending down with a disgusted look on his face and picking up something. "You poured that smoothie on my head."

"And I still say you deserved it." I huffed. I usually wasn't this bad tempered with anyone, but Drew really irked me.

"Either way, if you hadn't done it, you wouldn't be here." He said.

I hated to admit it, but that was true. Had I just ignored him, he would have been the only one here.

We worked in silence for a bit, the only sound was the rustling of the garbage bags and the trash.

"Did you really fake a pregnancy?" Drew asked me a little later.

"Did you really cheat on your girlfriend with Bianca in the boiler room?" I asked, angry.

"Yeah." He said quietly. "But hey, everyone does stupid stuff, right?"

"I guess." I replied.

"I was really surprised when you dumped that smoothie on my head." Drew said, laughing a little.

"Why?"

"Because you're Anya Macpherson." Was his answer. "You're, like, the good girl. I've never heard of you being mean to anyone before."

"I wasn't being mean." I snapped. Then I laughed. "Okay, I guess I was."

I sighed and sat down on one of the benches. "This sucks."

Drew put down his garbage bag and joined me.

"So, Anya, how does a girl like you go an entire year without a boyfriend?" Drew asked.

"I didn't." I replied.

"Really? Who?" He asked. One thing I knew about Drew, he was usually in on all the gossip. He was probably shocked that he didn't know about this.

I laughed. "My mother's doctor." I replied. "Didn't exactly work out."

"Ah, so you like older men." He said. "That explains it."

"Explains what?" I asked. "And I don't like older men. I just liked that man."

"It explains why you haven't asked me out yet." He said cockily.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that you are the Drew Torres: Lady's man extraordinaire." I said with a snort.

"You know I'm hot." He said, but this time with a smile so I knew he was joking.

I looked him over. "You're not bad." I admitted. Then I blushed.

"Not too bad yourself." He said. "And you have a good arm. Those pretzels you threw at me really hurt."

"Sure they did." I said, laughing. Drew placed his hand on my knee.

"I like you, Anya." He said, smiling at me. "You're not stuck up, like most of the girls here. And you're hot."

"'I'm not stuck up'? Wow, Drew, that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me." I replied, but smiled back at him.

Drew ignored my sarcasm and leaned over and kissed me. It was a brief kiss, but ... I didn't hate it.

"Well," I said, jumping up. "We should... we should finish up here."

Drew's smile widened. "I'll finish, but only if you promise me something."

"What?" I asked, bending down and throwing a pop can in my bag.

"Go out with me. On a date." He said as he picked up his bag.

I bit my lip. "Where?"

"It's a surprise." He told me.

"As long as it's not the boiler room..." I said, laughing.

"Deal."


So, this was kind of just a cutesy little chapter with no real depth or anything, but I wanted to do one with Anya and Drew. I love Anya, and I think Drew needed someone other than Allie And Bianca. So, eh. Hope you enjoyed it! Will be getting back to Eclare next chapter. Promise! -C