DREW'S POV
Oh god.
It's just Roxy and I now.
"What's up, Rox?" I asked.
"I just wanted to see if you're okay. You usually pick up the choreography easily." She said.
I don't know why, but I suddenly snapped at her.
"It's all your fault! You're a fucking flirt! Look at what you're wearing! A bra top and sweatpants! Are you sure you're strictly business?" I asked her.
"I really care about you. But if you're too busy menstruating I'm just going to go." She snapped back.
"Roxy wait, I need to tell you something. Can we go back to your place?" I asked.
