The Boy Wars

Chapter 2

The next day wasn't any better. I still can't believe the dream I had. My loud and annoying alarm clock reminded me that I had to go to school once again. I turned it off and groaned. I got out of bed and picked out some clothes for the day. A scarf, a gray long t shirt, jeans, uggs, and a beige beanie. I get dressed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Once don't there, I head back to my room to get my school supplies. I nearly pack stuff in there and grab my phone which was charging at my nightstand. Once I got down from the fifth apartment floor I walked a block down to my bus stop, which was outside of a Starbucks. While I wait I head inside and I order a cappuccino. I sit inside the warm coffee house and wait for the bus to come. I don't have many friends, probably because they all want something from me. Boys want me to have sex with them, girls want me to give them fashion advice or they just hate my guts. Besides Drake, I have no friends. It's not like I'm some social freak or anything, I just really don't like people.

When the bus does come, I head out of Starbucks and onto bus 91. I sit in the front seat and just stare at the window. A few stops later some figure plops down to me and I turn. It's Drake he smiles and for some reason, I don't turn away. He has a beautiful smile, and his hair is styled like Zayn Malik. He does kinda look like him, which is why he probably is dating the prettiest girl in school.

"Hi."
"Hey." He responds.
"So.... um what class do you have first period?"
"English with Mr. Hoffman."
"Oh me too."
"I'll try and sit by you, E"
"Huh? Who the heck is 'E'?"
"Oh it's just a nickname I though to call you."
"My name is already short enough, you don't need to shorten it anymore."
"Oh sorry."
"It's ok." I say and there's a moment of silence.
"So why did your parents name you Drake? Are they big fans of the basketball player or something?"
"Yea. My dad wanted a basketball star for a son, so when I was born he named me my name and trained me to play basketball since I could walk."
"Wow." I murmur and he begins to talk to some other boy. I begin to stare out the window and see this man with one of those homeless signs. I notice he has the newest Jordan's on and I scoff. If he can purchase the latest shoes that cost a fortune, I think he isn't really homeless. People always fake it here in Chicago, but guessing this isn't the only city that has people pulling of cons.

So the bus pulled up to school, and I suddenly feel this heavy weight on my shoulders. I turn to get up and it's Drake's arm, wrapped around my shoulder. I begin to poke it, and he soon quickly notices.

"Oh sorry Ella." He says without a care in the world and let's go. He stands up with his buds and so do I and we wait for the aisle to clear.
"So...." He starts.
"So..." I reply.
"Um... do you want to play 20 questions?" He asks.
"Sure. You go first." I tell him.
"Favorite color?"
"Gray. Favorite song?"
"When we were young by The Summer Set. How about favorite subject?"
"Art. Favorite Book?"
"To Kill A Mocking Bird. Favorite solo artist?"
"Jason Mraz. Favorite TV show?"
"That's an easy one, Modern Family. Favorite Cartoon?"
"That's a tough one. I'm not big on TV but probably... Power Puff Girls. How about... favorite um... Favorite band?"
"I guess maybe The Summer Set." He says and exits the bus. I follow behind him and once we get off, his girlfriend, Hannah comes up to us all warm and friendly like, but is planning to stab me in the back. They talk for a while about how he missed her call and she wanted to know why. Could she get anymore fake? What does Drake see in her? More importantly why am I even caring? I guess Hannah left or something because then Drake began talking to me.

"Ella? Ella? Earth to Ella? Come in Ella!"
"Oh sorry Drake, I just got a little distracted."
"Hey don't sweat it, happens to everyone."
"What boring details did I miss out on?" I asks this and he chuckles. He's got such a cute laugh and agh Ella what are you doing you can't like this guy! He barley knows who you are!
"Not much you just missed out on Hannah being self centered." He says and we begin to walk to our class. I somehow missed out that we had all the same classes together except for fourth period.
"What do you even see in her?" I ask out loud.
"I don't know actually, maybe because she's beautiful?"
"Beauty isn't about having a pretty face, it's about having a pretty mind, a pretty heart, and a pretty soul." I tell him and he smiles again.
"Wow gorgeous and smart. You barley get that nowadays."
"You think I'm pretty and smart?"
"You're one of the prettiest girls on campus, but your also real. You just truly are attractive to any guy." After he says this I blush and he puts his arm around me.
"Hey I'm having this party on Saturday, do you want to come?" He says and hands me a waiver. It's designed for the beginning of spring.
"Sure, I'd love too."
"That flier admits one only, so don't bring a date with you."
"Since hen do you care who I go out with?" I tease. He shrugs his shoulders and we head to class. Once we reach Mr. Hoffman, he tells us to sit and we pick two open seats. Soon the rest of the class shows up and Mr. Hoffman begins talking about poetry. I'm fully paying attention, but I catch Drake spacing out.

"Drake pay attention." I whisper to him and he breaks from his daydreaming.
"Uh sorry Ella. Just got-"
"Distracted, happens to everybody." I say and e smiles again. He does have a really cute smile, an with that curly hair of his, he's just so agh. I try and focus on Mr. Hoffman's lesson on how to write poetry, but my mind kept thinking one word over and over.

Drake.