One Day

Chapter 2

Andrew's POV

"NO." I stated firmly

"What the hell Drew, lighten up" said Steven

"Do you have a thong stuck up under your ass?" laughed Lane.

"Chill guys leave him alone. You know he would rather go home, listen Justin Beiber and practice his makeup" humorously remarked Brent.

Now why would I listen to a group of bad decision makers and Casanovas?Oh right they're what's called friends.
Unfortunately, I've known them since I was five. Currently they are trying to get me to agree to participate in this new club that's opening in our school. However it's a Dance Club and one I don't dance.

"Think about the girls Drew...the girls....they want to see us....we are desired." pleaded Steven pouting his lips and batting his eyes.

"Dude the hell? I'm very much straight plus stop you're looking like you're constipated."

"Pretty Pleasseee" he contiued.

"If I agree would you stop?"

"Do girls worship the floor I walk on?" He asked.

"No" I replied stifling a laugh.

"Drew please you know I can make your time worthwhile." he added with a smirk.

"Is that a promise? because remember some promises are meant to be broken." I smiled back. This wiped that smirk of his face.Mission Accomplished.

"You wound me..how could you? after all we've been through!" Steven exclaimed dramatically feigning hurt and wiping his imaginary tears.

Boy do I have overdramatic friends. He's worst than the soap operas your mother watches.

"Now why is Steven looking like his mother took away his car?" questioned Alec as he entered our private game/relaxation room. Yes, it's located in our school. We have links. Don't judge us.

"Andrew just rejected him and basically destroyed his ego" answered Brett.

"Oh so the usual "

"Basically" said Lane.

"You guys are the worst." Stated Steven.

"THANKS!" We all yelled back.

"So Alec you down for tomorrow?" I asked.

"For? The Dance Club?" He asked

"Yeah"

"I suppose it sounds okay plus there's gonna be girls so Hell Yeah!"

I just nodded in reply. All my friends like the attention we receive from girls. I'm not complaining but it is kind of annoying. They're all the same. They like us for our money and looks not for our personality. I don't want that kind of fake love. I want something different. That's why I am referred to as the mean, quiet but deadly,"too cool for you" one of the group. But I like it that way. I don't usually try new things and dancing is completely foreign to me. So I can tell that this is gonna be a complete disaster.

Tomorrow. One can only hope for the best.