Drew Parker is average. Scratch that, below average. He couldn't help his small stature that drew bullies right to him. It didn't help that he was gay either. He still couldn't figure out how that got around but he figured that's just one more thing everybody had to know about him. He could have a moment of peace. He could sit in class and listen into the detailed lecture that was for future exams. But when that bell rang all hell would break loose. Walking out of the door as fast as he could so he can at least get a head sta- "Where do you think you're going faggot!" He turned back to see the captain of the football team staring at him in a hormonal rage. His name was Drake. Drew honestly doesn't know what his problem is but he always has one, and it always involves him. Drew's hazel eyes darted to his dark ones in fear as he tried to ignore him and scurry away. But of coarse that couldn't be helped as he shoved Dreew into the wall holding the poor boy up by his blonde hair. "Answer me when I'm talking to you you fucking dipshit!" He roared in Drews face. All drew could do was reach up to the huge hand ripping his golden locks out and hoist himself up so the pain would be bearable. He was ready for the annual spit in his face or a punch in his rib cage but he didn't feel anything. All he felt was the tightness in his hair release as he fell straight down to the floor. He looked to the side to see Drake on the floor gripping his pained face looking up in shock. Drew followed Drake's shocked glare to see his savior, tension emiting from his figure as he was cramped in a position that seemed like he just threw a punch.