Kevin: We know who the dominant one in that relationship is.
Joshua: Sorry, Drew. Sometimes the truth hurts.
Drew: That's okay. I'm totally in touch with my inner lesbian.
—3.6 Coming of Age on the Hellmouth
Nicknames: Hey, nerd-boy!
Born: March 15, 1975, Solomon, Massachusetts.
Occupation: Sophomore, Martense College; rum baron.
Activities: None.
Interests: Comic books, role-playing games, laser tag, science, the Slayer.
Reading Habits: Comic books, science fiction, Watcher diaries.
Vehicle: His parents' mid-80s Civic and Corolla.
Description
Drew doesn't look like a nerd at first glance. No glasses, no scraggly beard, adequate bathing, average height (5'10" or so), average weight, acne no worse than any other high school sophomore. His hair is dark, medium length, and not at all greasy, thank you. He dresses unmemorably in jeans, Martense College sweatshirts, button down shirts, and the occasional bit of flannel. It's not that he doesn't have the Star Trek and X-Men T-shirts; he's just smart enough not to wear them to school.
My So-Called Life
Drew talks a lot in class...and not at all outside it. Freshman year, he made a single, ill-fated attempt as a freshman to organize an after-school roleplaying club. When no other students showed up to the first meeting he gave up...not only on the club but, apparently, on any semblance of a social life. He spends his time on the bus and in the 5 minutes between classes reading, either comic books or science fiction. Lunch periods are spent either in the library doing homework or in the computer lab doing "homework" that would bear a striking resemblance Castle Wolfenstein if the teacher was paying enough attention to notice. His one friend is fellow comic book geek Erik Sorensen. He is, it goes without saying, a straight-A student.
After school, Drew mostly hangs out at the Sacred Grounds, sometimes with Erik, sometimes alone, reading his comics and hoping that some girl might come up and start talking to him. He's about 1 for 400 on days when that plan has actually worked. And, OK, that wasn't so much talking as beheading vampires out front. And later she took him hostage. But, wow, when it works, it works. Wednesdays, of course, are spent at the comic shop and Monday is usually his night for laser tag.
When We Were Kids
Drew has most emphatically not always been quiet and bookish. Well, okay, he's always been bookish. In early elementary school, he was the class goofball, interrupting the teacher with off the wall comments and never missing the opportunity to get in some juvenile humor. To some extent, he was even a bit of a bully...not in a "sneak up behind you and push you down" sort of way but more in a "make fun of you past the point where it's still funny" sort of way. He didn't just make fun of the people who normally got picked on, though, he was equal opportunity in picking the butts of his jokes. That led to more than a few black eyes. As he got older, he got quieter and more reserved, either because he eventually learned the difference between funny and mean or just because he get sick of getting his face stomped in.
Drew remained fairly popular for most of the rest of elementary school; the 11-year-old boy set pretty uniformly think the X-Men are cool. By junior high, as his peers started to grow out of that sort of thing and he didn't, he started getting more withdrawn. His failed attempt at forming the Soloman High gaming club was the last gasp of his social life.
Family
Drew's parents are still married. His dad Stephen is a political science professor at Martense College and his mom Jillian is a manager at Soloman Savings & Loan. They're not rich, but his mom makes enough that his dad doesn't have to get a summer job to supplement his teaching income like some professors do.
Quotes