A/N: So…I'll make this short and sweet. I'm sorry I haven't updated as fast as usual. I have another story I'm working on, so I alternate writing.

Mmmk, well, have fun reading, I guess.

He moved closer, closer, and closer.

My head was booming with thoughts. I couldn't let this happen, I didn't want it to. But I was limp; paralyzed. Alli told me Drew gets distracted really easily. No kidding.

My heart was pounding in my chest, demanding to be let for some fresh air. I could hear it screaming, me being its personal kidnapper.

My senses became sensitive to my surroundings. I could hear every word that slipped out of peoples mouths. My sanity was slowly falling onto the floor around me. I was suffocating in my own mind.

"We should, uh, probably go." I exhaled. He cocked his head to the side, and smirked.

"I paid for this, remember?" I nodded, and he laughed. "Then we stay."

He started inching back away, and relief flooded my blood stream. I wished Adam were hear to mock me, "Wow, way to ruin a moment Clare."

He sat back in his original seat, and took a sip of his drink.

He looked back over to me, and spoke, "Do you wanna dance?"

I pretended to think about my answer, and swished my mouth the side.

"C'mon! It's a must." He added.

I sighed, "If I have to." With that, he stood up and held out his hand. I took his propose, not sure what to make of it. He dragged me to the dance floor, and started laughing at me.

"What?" I was beginning to get annoyed with this boy.

"You need to loosen up a little. Let go." He sounded out 'go' and tried showing me some moves.

"Like this?" I asked him, trying to wiggle around smoothly.

He gaped at me, with wide eyes. He swallowed, while looking me up and down.

"Um, yeah." His voice cracked at the end, and I began giggling.

We both turned and faced the DJ, and started dancing to song blasting out of the speakers.

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Soon enough the room thinned out, only leaving about 15 more people left in the small space.

We found ourselves back on the couch, face red and sweating palms.

We had been silent, but it a comfortable silence.

Drew was the one to fill the air, "My mom really hates Alli. You know that?"

I laughed slightly at his statement, but kept talking, "I've heard about it once or twice."
"She thinks Alli is some common whore. I try to tell her otherwise, but she doesn't listen."

"Drew." I sighed. "Where is this going?"

He ignored my question, and proceeded to put on an intense thinking-face before speaking, "This one time, she came home early to me and Alli" he hesitated before continuing, "on the couch." He started snickering a little, almost like muffled hysterias.

"Your point?" I questioned him.

"Well, it seems like my mom never approves of my choices. And it really pisses me off." He said, looking at me, half-infuriated.

I let my eyebrows furrow, thinking about what he just said.

"Well, she's your mom. It's her job to worry about you." I tried reasoning.

He thought for a split second, "I know but…" He noticed my facial expression, and heaved a sigh. "Enough about me, what about you?"

I stiffened, and a blank look spread across my face.

"Well, I don't know about that…." I tried not meeting his ocean eyes.

"Please, Clare." I shot him a glance, and saw the puppy-dog face he was now wearing.

I giggled nervously, "Fine. Would you rather hear about my home-life or my love-life?"

"Your love-life sounds exciting enough."

I shut my eyes, and sighed. "Okay, well, it all started plummeting last year, when I began dating K.C. and –"

"Whoa, whoa, K.C? You mean, like, football K.C? Clare Edwards has a thing for jocks. Now I've officially seen it all." He interrupted. I could tell he was enjoying himself.

"He was different then!" I smacked him lightly, and continued, "Well, I thought we were perfect, until he decided to cheat on me with Jenna."

He scoffed, "Wow, bummer."

I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. I thought I shouldn't think anything of it, though.

"But that was last year. This year, I promised myself that I wouldn't get involved in anything."
I stopped, and he nodded, commanding me to go-on.

"So, me and Eli were eventually assigned English partners. We skipped class the next day, and I was sure he liked me. Later, we were assigned Romeo and Juliet for a film project." I paused, catching my breath. Drew just sat there, watching me intently.

"Long story short, we kissed, and then came the rejection." I looked up at him, waiting for a response.

He looked down at the floor, and thought.

And thought, and thought, and thought.

"Well?" I wish I could center his mind, and crawl into his thoughts. "Say something." I told him. My self-confidence was lowering each and every second.

"Believe it or not, my love-life is less complicated then yours." He spoke.

I laughed nervously, but with relief. I actually felt like I could trust Drew, like I could with Alli.

"I just feel so stupid, ya' know? I don't know why I thought he liked me."

Then, his whole body turned toward, confused. He looked almost….angry.

"Clare, you're not stupid. If anyone's stupid, it's me."

"Drew, stop it. You're just being ridiculous." I gave him a faint smile, and he returned it.

"Oh, and, uh, Clare?" He asked me.

"Yes?" I tried looking calm, but on the inside I wished he could hurry up and tell me.

"I'm pretty sure Eli, likes you too." He spoke his words so casually, not noticing me having a mini heart attack.

"Excuse me?" My voice raised about five octaves.

"Yeah, Adam complains about it all the time."

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A/N: Thanks for reading again, guys.

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Oh, and I'm watching the Degrassi marathon right now, are you? Haha.