“What's up Drake?,” a familiar voice grabbed my attention. As soon as Henry said that, he tapped my right shoulder making it a tight grip.
“I'm fine,” I directly said, avoiding his eyes.
Hey, Drake Anderson is not WEAK or GAY. I was never afraid of him. I just don't want fights. If you would ask me, how do I look like, I would probably describe myself as an average type of teenager with a short hair, a fashion-trend kind of guy, has common sense and usually had my hidden “Receptocal Abdominals” or in short “ABS”. Believe it or not, I don't chase girls instead they chase me. Sometimes, I caught a cutie staring at me … but I don't give a damn about all of them.
Okay, my social life goes like this. Since I am friendly, every student here in school knows me. I don't have a best friend or what they called the one that stand out among your friends but I can go wherever I want.
On Mondays, I can join the nerds in the library, probably studying and reading. I can hangout with the rich kids on Tuesday. I can sleepover with the jammers on Wednesday night. On Thursday, I can skip classes with the “cutters”. On Friday, I can entertain some flirts in school and even on Saturdays, I can party all night with the rockers.
But of course, it was all a joke. That was not definitely me. The guy I was talking about is Henry. Henry the Great. He has this guts and glory in school because he was the son of one of the faculty and staff of the school.
Okay, let me get to you this straight.
My name's Drake. Understand? As what they said, I'm weird and anti-social and no one in school give a damn about my life.
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Teen Fiction"Drake, I don't know if this was right. Loving you, after all, is the best thing that ever happened to me. When we're together, I feel like something moving creatures on my stomach and if we're apart, I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Drake, y...
