DILEMMA

CHAPTER 2

The class was finally over, I got up and when I turned around I saw something that I predicted was going to happen. Drake was surrounded by girls of all types, popular, creepy, normal, geeks, you name it. I could tell he was getting uncomfortable. "Drake come on." He looked at me and smiled and I saw relief wash over his face. He walked over to me and we walked out of class. "Thanks back there. I bet they were trying to murder me." I laughed. I was showing him around until questions started popping up in my head. Where is he from? Why did he move? But I thought I would save this boy some slack and push down those questions. "So here is the gym, we have all events here, prom, assemblies, meetings, and of course for our gym class. That's about it." I turned over and I caught him staring at me. "Uhh... wow the gym is big. Aren't you going to ask me a thousand questions as everyone does to a new kid?" I laughed. "I could but I decided not to. I mean what if you don't want to tell me, it just made it awkward." He smiled and stepped closer. "Honestly I would tell you anything. You seem like an unusually and normal, emphasis on the normal, person." I giggled. "I am from Minnesota. I moved because my mom and dad divorced and I wanted to start fresh. What about you, what's your story?" I was happy someone was interested in me. It was also unusual because no one ever talks to me except Stiles. "I live here since I was a small kid. I have a best friend named Stiles. The only friend, my parents got a divorce when I was seven. Yeah, that's it." As soon as I said that I realised I had to meet Stiles to help him with his history project. "Oh shoot..." Drake looked back at me. "I was supposed to meet Stiles at the benches to help him with his project." Drake instantly got scared. "It's okay, you can come with us if you like." Relief spread over his face.

We headed to the benchers and I saw Stiles waiting for me. When he saw Drake it looked like he was angry, but he was probably confused anyway you can't see his face well enough from such a distance. I sat across Stiles and Drake sat on the bencher above us. " Who's he?" That was quite rude. Drake looked over at me and saw the anger in my eyes. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, "It's okay. I am Drake, a new student. She is in my history class, and saved me from murder so we became friends." I looked over at him and laughed. As soon as I saw the look on Stiles's face I instantly regretted laughing. He looked....jealous.