Drake and Colette

Drake wondered what Colette was doing? He couldn't even look in the mirror when he thought of what he'd said to her. Her eyes went flat; he felt like he had broken something inside of her. "It's just who I am? What does she want from me anyway?" he muttered aloud to himself ignoring the looks of classmates as he pushed through the crowd.
"Dude, this is a party." One of his football team mates slapped him on the back, "What's with the sour look." He shoved a shot of something into his hand, "Drink dude. It'll all good." A goofy grin plastered his face. He slapped Drake on the back, then promptly forgot he was there as a cute, little, brunette from the sophomore class slipped under his arm with the same overindulgent smile.
"So, hunky football man...." she started as Drake made his escape.
Drake threw the shot to the back of his throat anticipating the burn indicative of his forthcoming mental escape. He overheard a small group of girls with their backs to him.
"I told you he would come around sooner or later." The voice of Ashley Anne trilled with self-righteousness, "She not one of us and he is. That's all there is too it."
Brittany giggled, "He's so dreamy."
"Close your mouth Brittany," Ashley Anne said, "I don't know what he ever saw in her."
"Yeah," Mary chimed in never to willingly outdone by the pack,"she's a whore." Brown nosing had always been her in to the popular click,"not like you Ashley Anne."
"I think she's a money grubbing...."
"Shut up!" Drake shouted at them all loud enough for everyone withing six feet turned to check out the excitement. The whole room might have grown quiet if it were not for the loud music.
Ashley Ann's mouth fell open in shock that Drake would speak to her that way. "Who does he think he is?" she said to his already disappearing back.
"It's that Colette girl," Brittney said,"just wait until he's been away from her for a while. It'll all get better now that he's escaped her mind games.