Drella! Drella!

I waved to Drella and went over to my car. I found Mike leaning up against it with a cigarette in his mouth. I snatched it away and threw it onto the ground. Mike glared at me while I silently opened the car. I got inside and waited for Mike.
"D'you know how much them things cost me? It's not like I can just stroll in the store and pick up a pack." Mike grumbled.
"If you go home smelling of it Mom will kill you. Then she'll kill me for letting you smoke."
"I'm too clever to get caught." he said smugly.
"You got mints? Gum? Spray?" I asked and Mike looked down. I rolled my eyes and reversed back. I turned to head out of the school parking lot.
I pulled out onto a main road and started driving. I stopped at a set of lights and saw Drella about to cross. I beeped my horn at her and she jumped. She looked over at me and I waved. Then she crossed, blowing me a kiss as she went. I put my head down and smiled to myself.
"Whoa, who's that?" Mike asked.
"Who?" I asked stupidly.
"That girl. Who's she?"
"Oh, that's Drella." I muttered.
"Who's Drella?" he questioned.
"A girl I've been hanging out with. She moved here a few days ago." I explained.
"She's got a nice ass." he stated.
I looked sideways at him and widened my eyes. "Leave her ass alone." I told him.
"You like her." Mike laughed to himself.
"No I don't!" I defended.
"You do you liar! I mean, just look at her body."
"She's not just a body." I sighed.
"Yeah but that's the first thing you see. Is she pretty... like up close?" he asked.
"I don't know." I mumbled and shrugged.
"You liar." Mike laughed.
I turned back to the road. I drove back home and parked up. We got out of the car and started walking to the house. I went inside and went to head upstairs.
"Vic!" Mom called and I sighed. I walked into the kitchen and saw Mike sat on the table.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"It's your papa's birthday tomorrow. Why don't you ask a friend to come over? Mike is asking Daniel." she explained.
"Um... I can't think of anyone to invite." I said awkwardly.
"What about that chick?" Mike asked.
"Chick." Mom echoed.
"Shut up." I mumbled. I buried my hands into my pockets and turned to go upstairs. I could hear Mike following me. I walked into my room and didn't bother closing the door. I collapsed down onto my bed and looked to the door. Mike was leaning up against the frame.
"You like that girl."
"I do not!" I scoffed.
"She's hot." Mike said.
"Wouldn't know, I haven't been looking at her like that."
"Yeah right." Mike laughed. "If a hot girl with a nice rack and an ass that won't quit started hanging around me you know I'd notice."
"Don't talk about her like that." I sighed.
"See! You like her. More than just to look at I mean. You like her too. That's why you're defending her."
"Maybe I just respect women."
"So do I. Without women I wouldn't have any bitches!"
"You have no bitches." I rolled my eyes.
"Anyway, why don't you ask her?" Mike asked me.
"I don't want to." I sighed.
"Maybe she likes you back."
"She won't like me," I mumbled. "She's beautiful. Why would she like me?"
"You're great, Vic. You have loads to offer."
"You sound like mom." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Mother knows best." he joked and backed out of my room. I was right though. Why would Drella like me?
At school I could never go a day without someone picking on me. I never did get what I did that was so wrong. I never did understand why they did hate me so much. It seemed like everyone was against me. Apart from Mike of course. And Drella now. She wasn't against me.
Whenever I saw her she had this huge smile on her face, like she knew something I didn't and it was the best thing ever. When she was talking this light would come on in her eyes that made me stop and stare. I noticed when I first saw her how pretty she was, but this was different. Frankie was pretty. But this light is what made her so great.
Not that I'd ever tell her all this. I barely know her. She hasn't even been here a week. That's why I notice her so much. If she doesn't like me too I'm going back to everyone hating me. I'd forgotten how nice it can be to have a friend. I've never really had a close friend who is a girl before.

When I left class to meet Drella at our usual spot by the tree I knew I was being followed. I put my head down and tried to walk as fast as I could. But I had to drop my books off at my locker first. I dumped my books and felt someone behind me. I almost didn't want to turn around. But I had to. I turned and was immediately slammed up against my locker. I breathed heavily while they glared down at me. "Why so breathless, Fuentes?" Kurt smirked.
"Let go of me." I growled.
"Where's your manners?" Kurt mocked. "Things aren't looking too good, now are they."
"Leave me the hell alone." I panted. I could feel Kurt's breath on my face. He balled his hand up into a fist.
"Now why is it that the pretty, new girl is suddenly your best friend and not mine?" Kurt asked and pulled his arm back. I closed my eyes and got ready. "Ahhh!" I heard Kurt yell. I didn't want to open my eyes though.
"Maybe it's because she thinks you're an asshole!" Drella exclaimed. I looked and saw her standing behind Kurt with her hand balled up into Kurt's hair, yanking it painfully. "Now do everyone a favour and disappear." she added and let go. He held his hands up defensively and turned to back away.
I straightened myself up and looked down at Drella. "Thanks." I mumbled.
"Come on, let's go eat our lunch." Drella urged. She took my arm and wrapped it loosely around her shoulders. It was the first time she'd done this in the few days I'd known her. She urged me to walk with her but all I could think about was how fast my heart was beating when my arm was around her. How it made me want to throw up but dance at the same time. I didn't want to move. But she did.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? What will happen? For the older readers do you like how I write Vic? xo