Misfit

Drew glanced the girl from yesterday towards the front of the classroom. Huh, he hadn't known she was in this class.

Mike followed his gaze and sneered, he didn't like that girl, she was a bitch. He turned to see Savannah mouthing words to him while the teachers back was turned.

"What's her name?" Drew wrote. He drew an arrow pointing to the girl's seat and hesitantly passed the note to Mike.

Mike frowned, he didn't like this.
Hannah Sinclare
He passed the note back with a sour look.

Drew nodded.
"She's hot." He wrote. He usually didn't use those terms for girls. He'd been raised as a gentlemen and he knew most girls preferred to be called pretty or beautiful. But he also knew it was normal for guys to talk that way. So he'd try to fit in the best he could.

Mike frowned.
She's a bitch
He wrote back, the girl only like guys because they were hot and had cool things.

"Don't judge." Drew frowned. He didn't know the girl but she appeared friendly.

Mike glared.
She.Is.A.Bitch. Believe me I know
Savannah poked him again and whispered in his ear, pointing at Hannah and giggling.

"Fine... well tell whats her face to stop laughing at her. Not cool. I don't care if she is a bitch."

Mike rolled his eyes.
You can tell her if you want. You WILL piss her off and she has a mouth on her so....

Drew rolled his eyes and didn't respond.
After a few minutes he replied.
"So do I have a seat at lunch today or not? You still pissed?"

When was I ever pissed?
He was never really mad at Drewr anything.

"Usually when you hide all day from someone than refuse to let them talk to you it means you're pissed."

I wasn't
Savannah poked him again and whispered to him. he glared and they argued a moment before the teache butted in,
"Do you two have something to say to the glass?"
"No Mama...." Mike muttered quietly.
Savannah shrugged. "Not really."

Drew shook his head. He really didn't like Mike's girlfriend so far.
Before he knew it it was time for lunch. Today went much quicker than yesterday.

Mike waved Drew over, Savannah giving him a look and shaking her head, she didn't want that kid siting with them.

Drew walked over, this time carefully watching the ground to avoid tripping again. He reached the table and went to set his tray down.

"Umm excuse you, this tables full." She said sweetly with a tilt of her head.
Mike turned to her. "Savannah, we can make room."
"No we can't"
"Yeah we can."
They glared at eachother from a moment before Savannah 'accidently' spilled her drink onto Drew's tray. "Oops."
Mike grit his teeth. "Savannah Black that was fucked up!"
"No! you shut up Mike did ask what you thought!"
And the bickering continued.

Drew rolled his eyes.
Screw her.
He gave a small whoops of his own and emptied his tray onto hers. Then walked away searching for somewhere else to sit.
Hannah eyed Drew. She'd been watching the encounter. He was way too dorky for her to invite over on her own. So she waited until she knew she was looking, then scooted as close to the friend on one side of he as possible. She made it very obvious that there was an empty seat next to hers. The boy needed confidence if she was going to get anywhere with him.
Drew walked over to her table.
"Umm... Hannah right?" He asked.
She looked up at him.
"Yeah that's my name." She said, wondering how he knew. He'd probably been asking about her. The stare and blush trick worked every time.
"Could I sit here?"
She pretended to think about it before answering.
"Sure."
He smiled and sat down.
"That gap would have to be fixed." She thought to herself.

Savannah and Mike were still at it. Calling eachother names and yelling lik insane people.

Hannah tried to be subtle as she flirted with him the entire lunch period.
The guy certainly had some nice qualities. Like the way he took on three guys at once. HOT. But there was a lot to fix too. She did her girliest hair flips and batted her eyelashes, commenting on his biceps. Everything she could think of. Her and Savannah had always had sort of an unspoken battle. Who could get the better looking guys. Drew certainly wasn't beter looking than Mike. Yet. But she would fix that. She made sure to be as loud as possible wanting to draw Savannah's attention to them.
"Oh Drew you're so funny!" She laughed. Drew looked at her oddly. He hadn't spoken much. He chuckled.
She added another good thing to her good quality list. Nice dimples.

Savannah narrowed her eyes and popped Mike.
"Hey Hannah, nice shirt. I seen I when I was passing by the old lady section at WALMART with my grad mother. Right Mikey." She flipped her hair. "Yeah,.....sure..." He replied.
Everyone at he table gigged.

Hannah glared. Unfortunately she sucked at comebacks. Drew frowned.
"Really Savannah? Old lady section? You have the vocabulary of a three year old." He rolled his eyes. Hannah smiled at him.

Mike glared at him. "Yeah Drew, you tell all you know. It'll only take ten seconds." Mike snapped, he knew Savannah was a bitch but she was his bitch and no one was going to speak to her like that.

"And how long would it take for you, eleven?" Drew rolled his shoulders. "I think we both know you don't want to mess with me Mike." Drew said sweetly just as the bell rang he stood. Hannah followed and stood on her tiptoes to peck Drew on the cheek. She waved and walked off.