Pieces of Him

My Dead Girlfriend

Hey guys! This chapter's one of the more dramatic ones. Have fun reading. Love ya guys!

Drew's POV

Drew sat at his worn, scratched desk, his head in his hands.

I can't think of anything.

He was so full of righteous anger against Melissa when he sat down to plot the downfall of her relationship with Cory but as soon as he met the notebook in front of him, his mind became like the page- blank.

He twirled his pen absently. What was there that he could do? Maybe he could pretend that Cory was cheating on her? No way. That was something Melissa would do, not Cory. Maybe he could do...? Maybe he could...? Maybe...?

He tossed ideas around until he thought his mind would burst. Clearly, he wasn't built for this kind of planning. Drew was the diplomatic one, not the strategist. Then a knock came, echoing around the tiled room.

"Drew. Drew, I need to tell you something."

He leapt out of my seat and turned the knob with some apprehension. Cory stood there, dark circles underneath his tired eyes, the lids tinted red with exhaustion. Drew looked closer. Was his lip bleeding?

Drew sighed. "Cory. I think you've had enough injuries. Have you applied the medicine yet?"

Cory looked slightly startled, "No."

Drew, exasperated, pointed to his bed, "Sit, Anderson and try not to injure yourself further while I get the stuff."

Cory grudgingly sat on the bed, "Drew. The medicine can wait. I need to tell you something." He wiped his palms on the front of his jeans, looking slightly nervous.

Drew paused. "What?" Cory looked strangely agitated. Wait. He wasn't about to tell Drew why he... Melissa... Drew's mind raced. He sat backwards on a chair, facing Cory, his hands perched on the back of it.

"Drew," Cory swallowed visibly. "So. I don't think you know yet, but Melissa posted the picture online. She told everybody that we were over and that she was with Mason now."

"Bitch," Drew muttered, flicking his eyes skyward in annoyance, as if asking the high heavens for help to deal with her. Cory smiled reluctantly at his ferocity.

"Anyways, I was thinking about why I dated her in the first place," Cory took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself.

Drew's heart was pounding in victory. Yes! He was thinking about it! His palms sweated slightly in anticipation. He eagerly waited for Cory's answer. The answer that would explain everything.

"A while ago, my dad kicked the bucket. My mother had left years before right? So, at his deathbed, my dad wanted me to end up with Melissa. It was his dying wish," Cory bit at his lip again, causing the bleeding to worsen. Drew tossed him a box of tissue, trying not to roll his eyes at his friend's apparently masochistic side.

"He said," Cory paused, as if trying to wrap his mind around it "that Melissa's father owed him a great deal. I would have thought it was the other way around. Mr. Smith paid for a lot of the medical bills because he couldn't afford it. He said that he owed Mr. Smith a great deal as well. Money, I imagine. I didn't really think about it at the time. We were struggling already."

Drew frowned in concentration. Something wasn't quite right with Cory's story. No doubt he was telling the truth, he could read it in Cory's eyes, but there was something missing.

"Cory, there's so many holes in this. Why did your mother leave? What did Mr. Smith owe your father? How would ending up with Melissa make up for it? Something's not right Cory."