The Boy Wars

Chapter 1

I can't believe she's doing this to me again. Like literally you're too young to date so are you worrying? Honestly would understand if I was a mom or something but this is my eighth grade little sister! She may be popular and pretty but she won't get anywhere that she has to have a nice heart and a beautiful conscience. Oh far she's just a Barbie doll. I wish mom would actually start helping with the family her and dad created. She's always out gambling at the local casino and dad will he's always traveling around the world for his photography job at National Geographic.

Recently I joined the schools distressing group and so far, everyone thinks I have it eating disorder. It doesn't help that I'm a blonde bombshell and all the guys wink and stare at me. I've been to three classes and I'm thinking I should just quit. Not life, but the group, it isn't working. We meet every Tuesday night at the auditorium. It's mostly just girls who eat to much and kids who's parents are never around. So you know which one I'm in. However, today was different.

It started off normal with Mrs. Jenkins saying Hello and seeing if anyone new was here. Her loyal assistant Bella Roanoke, a devoted Mormon, follows around her like she Bella is a dig and Mrs. Jenkins has a huge bone. I don't really pay attention at the beginning, I just listen when we're supposed to talk about our feelings. Then she announced something big that caught Slacker James Hernandez's attention.

"Everyone we have a new student joining us in our little group, please welcome Drake Delgado." She said and I looked up. It couldn't be, the star of our schools basketball team was joining a distressing group with a bunch of losers? He smiled and waved and Mrs. Jenkins pointed to a seat where he could sit. He walked right over and say next to me. He smiled and introduced himself.

"Hey, I'm Drake."
"I'm Ella. That's a pretty watch you got there."
"Thanks Ella, that's a pretty face you got there." He responds and all the sudden blushes. I turn and look away and smile. No guy has ever told me I was pretty that wasn't kind of perverted. I look back at him and he smiles awkwardly. I smile back and soon Mrs. Jenkins has Drake share to us why he's here. He stood up from his chair and bodily stated.
"I'm pretty sure you all know who I am. You see me as of this symbol and more human being. What most of you know is that I am the schools basketball star, but what you may not know is that my dads a crack addict. My mom left us a couple years ago so it's just me and my dad and whatever girl he brings home for the night." He begins. "Many times he's offered me crack and many times I've turned him down and tried to get him to stop. My grades aren't the best, and I'm worried I won't get a scholarship to UCLA." He says and sits down. We all clap for him and soon we begin talking about how we can Chanel our feelings in a healthy way. Good luck with that, she doesn't live with the devil herself. Pretty soon the meeting ends and we all head or of the auditorium. Drake and I walk side by side until I notice my bicycle has been stolen.

"Aw crud, how am I going to get home now?" I ask myself out loud.
"I can give you a lift." Drake offers and I nod yes. It's probably better than the city bus. We head towards the school parking lot and he quickly walks to a silver Toyota. He unlocks he car and opens the passenger car door for me. I smile and seat my self in the tan leather seats. I buckle myself in and he close the car door. Pretty soon he gets himself in the car and we gets the heck out of the driveway. He asks me where I live and I give him my address.

"B5 Central Lane Avenue, Dickinson Pike." I say and he drives me straight home, but we managed to talk. I told him why I went to the distressing group and we talked about stuff I never thought he would talk about. For instance were both into Photography, and we planned to meet up on Saturday for a quick shoot at the park. I get home to find that my mom is on the couch, body shaking. He didn't let her go out tonight, that's for sure. I bet she was watching a stupid soap operas that she's "addicted to". I walk in and there's Daphne in the kitchen at the island, glaring her dull brown eyes at me.

"Where the heck were you?" She asks me.
"It's Tuesday night, I was at that therapy group." I respond.
"I don't believe you, I think you were out with that Drake guy." She said and I began to look at the ceiling.
"Whatever, it's not like we're a couple." I try and say all sassy, but then she just rolled her eyes and blew some of her chestnut hair out of her face. I roll my eyes and walk to my room and slam the door shut. I lay on my bed and check my emails on my IPad. It's not much, just an email from my dad, who's in God knows where. I slide to open and read the email.

"Dear Ella,
Today I visited the insect farms in Cambodia and got some great shots of the scenery and farmers. They're very nice and even let me taste some of the crickets they grew. I miss you.
Love, Dad."
I cleared my apps and opened up my math book. I worked on it until it was finished which took 30min. I didn't have any other homework for the night and so I got changed into a t shirt and sweat pants. I went to the bathroom and undid my make up and went straight to bed, which this was around like 8:30. I know so lame right?

After I prayed I close my eyes and fell asleep, only to dream of me in the pouring rain kissing a boy my age, who was tall, medium skin, dark but lively brown eyes, black thick hair, and face that I knew.

It was Drake Delgado.