Set Me Free

Since Mr. Connelly ended up giving me a ride after school, Drew had to give me one back. He made such a big deal out of it; acting like he was frustrated and mad at the world. He was being a retard, but it was so attractive. Jenny ruined our plans by deciding that she wanted to hang out with me today, which meant that Andrew had to give her a ride too.

She ruined my potential best day with him and I hated her even more for it, if possible. I got my revenge though; when she tried to sit in the passenger seat, next to Drew, I tripped her and caused her to fall to the ground, glaring at me the entire time. Oh well, you can only imagine what the ride to my house was like. Jenny kept ‘accidentally’ kicking my chair. Dumb bitch!

Stopping at a red light, Drew pulled out his cell phone and began texting someone. I was always afraid of people texting while driving; I always thought we’d go crash in a tree somewhere where no one can hear us scream bloody murder! Yeah, I’m so cool… >.<!!!!

As soon as Drew shut off his phone, my phone started vibrating like mad in my pocket. This is why I don’t put my phone in my back pocket; a guy’s ass vibrating like that doesn’t feel right.

‘I hate you for inviting your stupid girlfriend, I don’t like her; you should just leave her.’

“Trust me, I wish I could.” I answered, not realizing that I’d spoken out loud.

Jenny automatically became suspicious and started questioning me while making kissy faces at Drew; slut.

Once we were in Andrew’s driveway, both Drew and I made our way out, but Jenny refused to move. I was planning on just leaving her in there and locking the door (and from the look on Andrew’s face, I could tell he was thinking the same thing), but she just had to bang on the window so hard I could’ve sworn I heard a crack.

Drew looked about ready to bite her stupid little head off.

“What the hell? If you break that window you’re buying me a new one!” He yelled; I swore I saw steam coming out of his ears. Jenny sure as hell was in for it; good to know that he wasn’t one of those guys who went completely gaga over her.

“But Drew-bear, you forgot to open the door for me.” She smiled sickeningly sweet and batted those fake eyelashes of hers; Drew is a dead man.

And did she call him ‘Drew-bear’? Thank you for the blackmail bitch.

It’s a fact that when Jenny bats those retarded eyelashes of hers, guys just can’t stay away. It worked with me and that’s saying a lot seeing as I hate her guts. Drew has a lot more patience than me and doesn’t know her that well, so there go my chances of ever being with him...that and the fact that he’s straight.

“Excuse me?” He spat at her (not literally). “Who the hell do you think you are anyway?”

Then again, I could be completely wrong about the fact that he’ll like her. The only way he would like me though, would be in my dreams (which it has been) ;).

“I think I’m Jenny Lockland, cheerleader and your dream come true.” She winked.

Andrew’s jaw was practically touching the ground. I thought he’d scream something at her, but what he did seemed to surprise me even more.

Instead of saying anything at all to Jenny, Drew grabbed my arm and practically dragged me into his house, locking his door behind him.

Not even two seconds later, we could hear Jenny trying to break the door down.

“She can key your car, you know.” I told him...even though I’m sure she was already doing it.

“She can do whatever the fuck she wants with it, as long as she stops stalking me.”

Drew and I ignored the screaming outside and the fake crying and even the shattering of what sounded like one of Andrew’s car windows.

We actually stayed crouched by the door the entire time, waiting for her to break into the house (she has done it to me before), but it never came.

It wasn’t until we heard one of her annoying friends pull up and then leave, did we finally get up and burst out into rapturous laughter. How did we know it was her, you ask? Their high pitched voices rang throughout the entire house.

After making sure that yes, Jenny was long gone, Drew and I exited the house to see that Drew’s car was practically demolished in his driveway. It was nice too. A pitch black Mercedes AMG s65 with tinted windows.
“Damn it, my parents are going to be pissed.” He didn’t even look like he cared.

Not only did Jenny key his car, but she smashed his windshield to pieces, broke almost all of the other windows and dented it all over. This is another reason why I’m afraid of breaking up with her...she’ll kill me.

“Now I see why you don’t break up with her.” Drew said after about...thirty seconds of silence.
“I’m bored...want to go make cupcakes?” *serious face*

Apparently Drew has some sort of ADHD. Sure, first meeting the guy, you’d think that he was some sort of loner emo who sat in the corner cutting himself, but he’s...special O.o...

While making cupcakes, he said that he was all of a sudden bored of making cupcakes. So you know what he does? He decides that it’s all of a sudden fun to smash eight eggs on my head...EIGHT!!!! All at the same time too. So you know what I decided to do? Dump the entire bag of flour on his head.

You can guess what this escalated to. We were covered in eggs, flour, frosting, chocolate, milk (O.O...) and pretty much everything else we could find in the fridge. So you can imagine was his mother’s face looked like when she walked in the door.

“What the hell are you boys DOING?” She said; a slight smile on her face.

Drew was sitting on the ground, Indian style, licking chocolate off of his fingers; he reminded me of a three year old. And when he looked up at her with a big, bright smile on his face; I could’ve sworn my heart swelled to three times its original size.

“Hi mommy!” He waved, over-enthusiastically. “Look! Dane and I made cupcakes...want some?”

We actually did bake like, two cupcakes and they looked like two black chunks of coal. Mrs. Connelly took one look at them before looking back down at us.

“Drew, what happened to your car? It was fine this morning.”

“Dane’s girlfriend got a little mad that I wouldn’t open the door for her. I’m sorry mommy.” He pouted and it took everything I had in me not to jump him right there; I didn’t even care that his mother was in the room. He had a look of pure innocence on his face and it was gorgeous.

His mother didn’t even say anything; she just turned on her heels and left. Maybe his dad would act more normal about the whole ‘car’ situation.

While up in Drew’s room watching Monster’s Inc. (don’t ask, he picked it; squealing like a little girl about how adorable ‘Boo’ was), I got to thinking about everything that’s happened so far. It wasn’t as if I was regretting anything or just plain happy, my mind just wandered. That was when I realized something...Drew never told me if he was adopted or not.

With Mrs. Connelly trying to hug me to death the day I got out of the hospital, it just seemed to slip our minds, but I still don’t know the answer and it’s starting to bug me. As I've said before, Drew looks a little like Mrs. Connelly and Felicity, but how the hell can he have an English accent? And then came the fact that when I mentioned that I wanted to be adopted, he shut me off and left the house. This boy, who was clutching onto a pillow for dear life when Mike and Sully met the abominable snowman *cue the rolling of the eyes*, was strangely very difficult to decipher.

I didn’t realize the movie had ended until I felt a pillow collide with my face.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You were spacing out and pillow fights are fun.” I swear; the boy acts like a ten year old girl.

After about three minutes of ‘pillow fighting’, which was really just Drew whining about how I hit him too much, it got serious...pillow boxing.

It was basically us beating the crap out of each other with the comfort that it won’t hurt the much with a pillow over our fists.

It wasn’t until I accidently punched him in the eye and kneed him at the same time did we finally decided to stop.

“Dude, I’m sorry, are you okay?” I asked.
Drew was doubled over on the ground, hand over his ‘area’, groaning and trying to glare at me at the same time.

“Do I look like I’m okay to you?” He growled.

Even though I could now probably be the cause that Drew can never have children again, it was still an awesome day. I finally have someone I can actually consider a friend.

Too bad he won’t be able to help me when my dad beats the shit out of me tonight.