Punk went and sat on Drake's large bed. She took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling making sure she didn't cry. A minute later Drake came through the door. His left cheek was still a little red. He looked at her "What's up with you?" he must have noticed her shiny eyes. "Oh nothing...allergies." Punk was glad she was as good of a liar as she was. "What did your Dad want to talk to you about?" She asked cocking her head to the side, drilling holes into his head with her eyes. "He said not to let my mom see me bringing trash like you up to my room. I told him not to worry. No one's that desperate." He said coldly. 'He's a good liar too' she told herself trying not to let herself be hurt. "Now, so you can hurry up and get out of hereā¦"He said turning a chair around so the back faced her. He put a leg on either side and rested his chin on the back of the chair. "What are we doing for this project?"
"Well," she said laying back on his bed just trying to piss him off "we have to pick an element, find three examples of the element, explain what each example is, what it does, and how it works."
"I know you usually do most of your work on your back but could you get off my bed." He said. She smirked "Nope"
He rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath.
"Wanna do lithium?"
"What?" He said looking up at her
"Use it as our element. If we do it I already know two things it's in."
"What?"
"Batteries and Bipolar meds" She said pushing her hair behind her ears.
"You would know" He muttered.
"Yes, actually, I would."
"I knew there was something wrong with you"
"Very funny. You're not exactly the example of mental health yourself buddy." She said throwing a pillow at him
He ducked it and grinned that classic grin. She couldn't help but smile back, the grin was contagious.
"So we got two things already." He said "And we know how batteries and pills work."
"So we need to find something else" She finished.
"And pray it's not complicated."
"To the internet!" Punk said jumping up.
Drake got up, turned his chair around and sat in it right, and opened his laptop
"Thank God for Google"
They searched the internet inside out and finally decided, at a lack for anything better, to just say it's in glass. It was dark out. Punk was sitting in Drake's lap, laying her head against his shoulder with her hand over his on the mouse. They didn't even notice.
"What time is it?" Punk said sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"7:20" Drake answered, stretching.
"Liar."
"Huh?"
"It's 7:23"
He rolled his eyes "Do you try to be annoying?" he said in a teasing manner.
"Sometimes."
She stood up and stretched too. "I gotta get home. The Warden's probably worrying about me."
"I'll drive ya" Drake said grabbing his keys off the nightstand and headed out the bedroom door. She followed quickly not wanting to be alone in the huge, unfamiliar house.
They pulled up to Punk's house and she automatically went red. It was a red brick, tiny, two bedroom one bath house with a car in the drive way from the 80's. She usually didn't car when people saw her house but Drake wasn't just anybody. 'He's rich. He'd probably never even been in a house this small.' she told herself.
She was praying he wouldn't say anything.
"Is this it?" He asked looking from house to her.
She looked away so he wouldn't see her blushing "Uh, yeah."
"Want me to walk ya in."
"No it's alright"
"Ya sure you want get jumped."
She shot him a glare
"What?"
She got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. She held her head high as she made her way towards the tiny house but wasn't really aching for the third degree she'd get when she went in. "He's watching me go in. Great." Punk mumbled to herself.
She fumbled with her keys and went in.
"Where have you been?" Her Grand mother said as soon as she closed the door.
"Out" She said but they barely heard her over the screech of Drake's car driving off. 'Such a show off' she thought, a faint smile crossing her face.
