Drake sat down beside her and grimaced as a jock sat: on the other side of him, in front of him, and behind him.
"Whos the girl?" One asked.
"Do you like her? " Another asked.
"You really think she likes you? A girl like that would never date you." The third grinned. Drake balled his hand up into a fist, he wanted to hit them but didnt want to get in trouble. He was about to hit them though and just not care.
