Teacher's Pet

Drew, I don't drink coffee.

Drew's P.O.V.

I got into my car. My head was spinning. I didn't ask for all of this stress. I didn't ask for Christopher in my life. I just wish I would've never moved to California. I would've never had to leave behind everyone I've known all my life or meet Chris. My mother wouldn't have lost her job. Why'd they move her out here just to shut down her department?

She could've gotten another job in Michigan. Our hometown. I'm home sick. I've got all of these fucking Uggs, North Faces, and Polo hats. For what? I live in Cali now!

Woah, slow down, I tell myself. I start to think about Ray. He's the only nice person I've met at school, besides Chris of course.

I've been at this school for a month and no one has tried to be my friend. No one. Except Ray. I pull out my phone and call Ray.

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is Drew. I bumped into you in the hall, remember?" I remind him, chucking. "Oh, yeah. How are you doing?"

I think for a minute. "Good. Hey, this might sound kind of weird but, can we meet up? Maybe get a coffee or something?"

"Not weird at all. Sure. There's a Starbucks on Maychester. I'll meet you there," he tells me. I smile. "See you than." My mood instantly changes and I pull out of Christopher's driveway, headed to Starbucks.

I get there and Ray is waiting outside. "Why, hello there, Drew," he says, bowing like I'm a queen. Well, I am. I laugh at myself. "Hello, Ray." He holds the door for me and we walk in, ordering our coffees.

We take a seat in a window and talk. We talk about everything, and nothing at the same time. He tells me about his life. How his dad's the owner of some corporation I've never heard of. His mother's a lawyer. He's an only child. His favorite color is purple.

"You know, Drew, I don't drink coffee," he tells me. I look up, confused. "What?"

"I don't drink coffee. You asked me out for coffee and I don't drink coffee. Just so you know, for our second date," he smirks.

"First off, what is that you're drinking than? Second, what makes you think this is a date or that there'll be a next time?" I smirk back.

"This happens to be a cup of herbal tea. And, because you're wildly attracted to me, as am I to you. And, because there will be. I like this whole spontaneous thing you got going on. I'll be randomly calling you about the second date soon," he smiles. I laugh as hard as I can, which I haven't done in a while.

"And now, I'm out of tea. Until we meet again, Drew. Maybe next time, we can go get a dead cow or something." I look at him confused. "A hamburger," he tells me. "Its not as fun, if you don't laugh."

"It wasn't funny," I tell him, giggling. "Whatever! Call me later?" I think for a minute. "Yes," I tell him, grinning. We say our goodbyes and I watch him leave. I get back in line and get Jack his favorite drink to go.

When I get home, I go up to Jack's room. I stop at the top of the steps. His door was shut. It's been shut a lot lately. I go up to door and knock.

He opens the door. "I have company," he says. "It's actually a great time for you to meet her." He opens the door wider, "Drew, this is Brin. Brin, this is my sister, Drew."

It was her. The girl from my first day. "Eh Jack, can we a sidebar?" I grab his arm before he can say anything and lead him to the hallway, shutting his door on the way out.

"Drew, that was rude," he exclaims. "Thats the girl. The one with the bitchy attitude. You know? From my first day?" I explain to him.

"Are you angry with me? You can't possibly expect me to have known that. I did this for you, so you could meet her. I can tell not knowing who I was dating has been bothering you," he says.

"Of course it bothers me that you're keeping secrets from me. Now, I find out that it's her?"

"Drew, I'm sorry but I-" Brin comes out of the room, interupting Jack. "I think that maybe I should go," she says, pushing past us and down the stairs. If his eyes were daggers, I'd be dead.

"I hope you're happy with yourself. You couldn't have just been the bigger person for a minute? And to finish my sentence, I hope you don't think I'm going to break up with her. You're stuck up, ungrateful, and don't care about anyone but yourself," he yells, stomping into his room and slamming the door. I guess I kind of deserved that one.