Drew, Unenthusiastic

Drew was particularly grumpy today, but that did not put me off our work. If I didn’t know better though, I would have said that he was deliberately trying not to make any friends. That was supposed to be the point of these ‘interschool clubs’ wasn’t it?

I quickly clicked up my powerpoint about Drew. Today I made much better progress. I bounced the questions off Drew with speed and he bounced back just as quickly.

Favourite colour: Black.

Favourite food: Pizza.

Road of residence: Maple Avenue.

“Oh!” I stopped for a moment, my hands frozen over the keys. “I know that road. It’s off Chesterfield Avenue where I went to Primary school.”

It turned out that our schools, both Primary and Secondary, were within a mile of each other.

I picked up on this with interest, but Drew turned away.


When we swapped over, Drew did his best (I suppose) to participate. He asked me the same questions and some more simple ones that he had missed off from last week, but his mind was elsewhere; and, eventually, the lack of interest began to wear me down too.

When Mr. Stevans broke our group’s silence (and the other group’s constant chatter), I was very relieved. He brought his hands together and indicated the time.

“So, you should both be almost done by now. Feel free to swap back to finish off if you haven't yet. If you don’t finish by the end of our session today, however, it is vital that you finish them over the week as we will not be going back to them on Wednesday, yes Wednesday, next week. Instead, we’ll be going through some of them- so I hope they’re good- and starting a new project.

“Now, go, all of you, back to your homerooms and buses!”

I mumbled a hasty ‘goodbye’ to Drew, my mood almost completely degrading by then, grabbed my bag and left, smiling to Mr. Stevans as I passed him again.

Sophie met me once more in the corridor leading to the maths rooms. She was grinning.

“Oh, hey Anna! How was your club meet? Mine was great today. I’m learning so many interesting things about Fibonacci! I’ll show you. Can I borrow a pen for a sec?”

“Don’t call me Anna,” I grumbled, as I rummaged around in my bag for my pencil-case.

“Sure,” Sophie said, waiting patiently. We had come to a stop at the side of the corridor. Giggling students hurried past our right side.

I hunted through, but could not feel the sleek vinyl-plastic edges of my pencil-case. I wracked my brain, wondering whether I’d left it at home.

As I went back through the day, I saw it, there, being taken out my bag, as Drew, bored, explored whilst I typed.

“I don’t have it, Sophie. I’m sorry. I…left it in a classroom. Go on without me, I’ll be on the bus soon.”

With that, I hurried back to the IT room. This really wasn’t worth the fuss.

Drew was still there. The only one there, in fact. He looked up as I entered, and I swear a look of triumph crossed his face for a second, when I saw what was in his hands.

“Drew! You thief!”

He jumped, but no surprise entered his eyes. He even looked bored again. Did I bore him?

I’d had enough. I launched myself at him and managed to push him off his chair and to the ground. Only now something glittered within his eyes, only leading to infuriate me further.

I, despite my ridiculous uniform, managed to pin Drew to the floor, and, trying to snatch my case back, I gently hit at his toned chest with my fists. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, just to get him to think to give back what was mine. He had, of course, taken what was not his, and I was very angry.

Drew pushed me off easily, swinging a light punch to my cheek; he was being soft because I was a girl, but I still stung. My eyes gleamed with the fury that was mirrored in his.

“All right, steady on! I didn’t steal it, okay! Yes, I took it out your bag, but I thought I’d put it back in. I was just about to go and give it to one of the girls from your school.”

“That doesn’t explain why you were rooting through it.”

“Someone once said to me that you can tell a lot about a person through what they have in their pencil-case. I just wanted to try the theory out.”

“Really?” I said, stretching the syllables out. “Well, I’d like to be told that theory from a proper person some time.”

“So I don’t count as a person to you?” Drew retorted.

I ignored him, and, snatching my pencil-case back and sealing it, I stormed over to the door, pushing on the handle as soon as I reached it.

The door didn’t open. I tried the handle again, pushing forward and pulling too. This was the only door out. I tried the handle repeatedly.

It was locked.

The End

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