The girls, dragged back to the classroom by the security guard, walked into the classroom hoping to be unnoticed. But no one was looking at them. Punk's overprotective brother Eb (Ebony if your brave) and Drake giving very hateful looks at each other giving of the aura of the making of a fight. But halluijiah thank you Jesus up above, the teacher walked in and told everyone to separate into their partners.

Drake, of course, pulled up a chair close to Punk balancing a pencil on his nose. But actually it wasn't a pencil. It was a red marker and he had a big grin(more than usual((that's big))).

Punk tried to glare at him as Amy got up and tried to explain to the teacher how she needed to call home because of her nose without slipping information about skipping class and going into the boy's room. She also had to try not to use her full vocabulary right there in the middle of class. 'She's better than me' thought Punk.

"Now class, did anyone actually see Ms. Morgan hurt her nose in any fashion?" Mr. Owens said so loudly people on the front row got migraines. (People have often begged him to let them by him a hearing aid, but he ((VERY LOUDLY)) swears he doesn't need it)Everyone's eyes shifted to Punk.

"Actually, Mr. Owens, I was there with her when she got hit in the nose." She said. She was thinking of something to say because Punk Johnson was not a squealer (unless there was money involved).

"Oh, Ms. Johnson? Then can you please tell us what happened?"

"Ummm….uhh…"She found her mind blank. All she could think about was the word 'TAKEN'. 'Damnit!!' she screamed in her head 'THINK!!!!ERRRRRR!!!'

"Some crazy basturd popped outta nowhere and hit her in the face with a door" Drake said coolly leaning back in his chair.

Punk and Amy almost snapped their necks turning to look at him. He looked unchanged.

"Mr. Jones, You were there to?"

"Yes sir."

"And some maniac just slammed poor sweet Ms. Morgan in the face with a door?"

"Yes sir."

"Do you know who it was?"

"Noooo sir."

"And that's it."

"Yes sir…but I'm sure that the maniac is very very sorry." He said with a sly smile

"And he thinks you still look good even with a Rudolph nose"

"Hmmm. Alright. Head on to the office, Amy."

Amy scurried out the room after flipping Drake off.

"How did you do that?" Punk asked him with a look of shock and anger.

"Do what?" He said looking slow, like he'd been smoking weed all day.

"How did you get away with that? If I did that I'd get ISS and Amy would have to sit her getting the tables bloody!"

"I'm just good like that."

"No, you're just a jock so you can do no wrong."

"Oh no you did not just call me a jock, honey child!" He said snapping his fingers and rolling his head.

"So crazy!" She said rolling her eyes and smiling.

He smiled back.

"You know that boy Eb?"

No, not really, we just share the same blood and genetics and a room once but other than that…

"I've heard of him" She said propping her chin on her fist.

"Well he's all pissed 'cause he says I've been messing around with his sister"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah and I don't even know who he's talkin' 'bout! And every time I ask who his sister his he gets pisseder."

"More pissed."

"Like I'm supposed to remember all the girls I mess around with!"

She cocked an eyebrow

"Just kiddin'! Don't beat me!"

"I should"

"And now he's tryin' to start some shit. I swear if he don't quit then I'm gonna have to take 'em down."

She laughed.

"What?"

"You could never ever ever take Eb down! He would wipe the floor with your ass!"

"A lie!"

"A truth!"

"A lie!"

"A truth!"

"A lie!"

It went on like that for a while until someone seating near by told them to shut up

"You shut up! Damn! All up in our business!" Punk said. Everyone laughed just like she'd hoped. She always acted like a damn fool so people would laugh.

The rest of the period slowly slinked by and Punk wondered if Drake noticed the glances she kept shooting him. If he did he didn't say anything.

When the bell rang everyone mumbled "Fight!Fight!Fight!".Punk made her way to were Eb was. He was already two seconds from being expelled and this would definitely push him over

"Eb, look, me and him? There's nothing! He doesn't like girls like me and I don't like him! We are and are never going to be together!"

"Just go home alright. I'll be there later."

"Eb! They're just waiting for a reason to kick you outta here!"

"Punk, baby, I know how these guys are. They get whatever they want out of someone and throw them aside. He's just like Dad!"

"He is nothing like Dad!" She screamed "He's better than that! Don't you ever compare Drake to him!" She realized that wouldn't help her case in the least.

"Don't worry so much. Your hair will turn gray. I'm doing this for you, Punk. So you won't get hurt."

"If you gotta do this just get off the school grounds so those pricks in the office won't say nothin'.Please!"She begged grabbing hold of his arm.

"Alright, alright. We'll fight in the park close to the house, happy?"

"Yes. Very mush so."

He smiled at her and she smiled back. For the longest time Eb had been the closest thing to a parent she ever had. There was no way in hell she was getting him taken away from her.

"Eb?"

"Huh?"

"Kick his ass"

He smirked "Oh you can be sure of that."

She held onto his arm for a little longer and joined the large mass leaving the school. She was so worried she couldn't see straight. But the funny thing was...it wasn't just Eb she was worried about...

A/N:
HAHA! I love leavin' yall hangin'!

Next chapter: FIGHT!(I'm taking bets)and conversation out the ass some may be intense and emotional Punk and Eb's past might be brought up and MAYBE a little trip to our little Ms. Punk's house...