"I'll be assigning your partners this time."The balding science teacher said.Every student groaned.Punk reached over and grabbed Amy's hand and they muttered "Please,please,please" over and over.They were the best of friends and were the only two of their clique in that class.They were surrounded by preps and jocks and might pull out their hair if they were seperated.

"Amy Morgan and Haylie Micheals"Mr. Owens read aloud.

"Fuck!"They girls said and released hands.Amy sent pitiful looks Punk's way and she sent them right back.They didn't pay much attention until they heard "Punk Johnson..."Teachers always said her name like they were disgusted.She always wondered if it was the name or the girl behind it. "and Drake Jones."

The "Fuck" was a lot louder now and everyone shot their heads around and cut their eyes at Punk.Drake Jones.Blonde.Muscular.Quarter back.Hometown hero.Every girl's dream.Punk just hated the thought of him.Some pretty rich boy.She was glad the project was only a week or two long.Or she might take a flying leap.

Drake made his way over to her.With that old famous grin.King of the school and just another face in the crowd.

He plopped down in the desk next to her and slumped down. "Sup punk."

"Wow.You know my name.I feel so privladged."She said sarcasticly

"That's your name?"he snickered "Poor you."

She knew what he meant.He called her by her clique name.Like that's all she was.It take everything she had not to jamm a pencil through his skull.

He was sitting there balancing a pencil on his nose and smiling at passing girls.She reached over, snatched the pencil, and chewed on it.

"Hey!"

"Hey."She said around the pencil.

He cut her a glare and turned in his seat to talk to a nearby jock.

"Hey Randy, you wanna hit the mall or somethin' bowlin' alley?"

"Sorry man, I can't.Grounded.Sorry"

"Oh."Drake's face dropped slightly.He then turned and got another jock's attention "Hey Matt!You busy tonight?"

"Can't.Got a date with Haylie."

"Oh, okay."

Punk watched him ask two more boys,both busy,and then he turned back to her with a rather bleak expression.

"What's your problem Richie Rich?Wreck your Jag?Don't worry Mommy and Daddy dearest have fifteen more reserved for you."

He shot me a glare "Don't you have someone to fuck or something.A pole to dance on?"

"Don't you?"

He grunted "Don't you have a project to do?"

"You mean WE have a project to do.I ain't doin' this myself."

He sat up like he might actually do something when the bell rang.He stood up and left quickly.

It was that afternoon and school was just letting out.Punk didn't feel like walking and was looking to hitch a ride.Her Grandparent's could afford a car.They could barely afford anything at all living off a fixed income.

Drake's mustang,one of his three cars,was speeding by when it almost hit punk,who was crossing the parking lot.He slammed on the brakes.The front bumper was up against her and she looked scared and sick.

"Get in."He said.

"What?Why?"Punk wasn't the must trustful pesron out there.

"Get in before I change my mind"

She went around to the passanger side and got in slowly.

"My address is..."She started.

"Shut up.I ain't takin' ya home.I'm takin' ya to my house."

"And who says I even wanna go?"She said nervously grasping hold of the door handle ready to jump out at anytime.

"Well, I don't know about you buy I gotta D in science and I can't bone the teacher for a better grade so I need to get an A on this project"

"A?I have a C or B in that class."

"Alright. B- at the lowest and your not gonna get talked about as much."

"Are you bribbing me?"

"Is it working?"

"I don't need any favors from you.I've done all your friends atleast twice.They ain't gonna mess with me.And anyway.I like my reputation"

"Number one...you are just one of the many booty calls on the boys bathroom wall.They don't give a fuck about you as long as you stay gorgeous."

Did he just call me gorgeous she tought.No.He would never call someone like me gorgeous.

"And two, your reputation is the poor punky whore with the weird name.You like that?"

"No"

"Then lets go"he said and floored the enguine.

The rest of the ride was awkward and quiet and way too long.

When they got to the rich part of town.Punk was looking around like she'd never seen anything like this before.Drake smiled to himself.He liked to impress girls.No matter their social status.They pulled up to a huge white mansion with a bunch of fancy cars parked in the long driveway.

"This is your house?"

"Yep"Drake said with a proud grin.

"I always knew you were a spoiled brat."She said fighting the urge to smile.

They were half way up the stairs, Drake walking a little faster than normal, when they heard a voice say "Drake.I need to talk to you".

They both turned at the same time.Punk could tell it was Drake's father.They had some of the same handsome features as the blonde next to her.Drake looked at the ground then looked at her."Go on up to my room and wait for me alright.It's the fourth door down the hall to the right."

Punk nodded and headed up the stairs.She looked out the window and saw the two men talking on the front lawn.Drake was looking at the ground and she could tell his dad was yelling when suddenly...Drake's father hit him hard across the face and then to the stomach.Drake was doubles over holding his stomach gasping for air.

Old memories Punk had almost forgotten stirred up and replayed in her head and she did all she could to keep the tears back.