Punk laid awake that night and listened to the rain. She wondered if Eb could hear the rain or if Drake could. She wondered if maybe just maybe they figured out how good of friends they could really be then things wouldn't be so hard. Maybe it could be kinda like The Outsiders. They could see behind the 'mustangs and madras' we're all still people…

'Who the hell am I kidding?'

She walked to school the next day. She had to get up two hours early. She just didn't feel like being around anyone just yet.

She walked into class just as the bell rang. No one really cared if you were late or not considering it was study hall and there was no teacher (and whenever there was she was asleep).

After she took her seat she looked over at Drake.

Drake was hiding his face beneath a hat and wouldn't even look in her general direction. She tried to get him to look at her by staring at him and drilling holes in his skull with her eyes.

Amy sat on a desk close to Punk "What's the matter with you and why do you keep lookin' at Drake"

"Did anyone tell ya about the fight?" She said flatly not taking her eyes off of Drake.

"I heard about one but no details yet."

"Well it was Eb and Drake and Eb got arrested and Drake wants me to burn in hell for no damn reason."

She smirks "Maybe he's jealous."

"Of what?" She said boredly.

"That you were on Eb's side. Wait, does he even know ya'll are related?"

"I don't think so."

She busted out laughing "Now that's funny!"

"What?"

"He probably thinks ya'll go to together." Amy said biting her lip trying not to laugh again.

"Are you serious!?"

Amy smirked

"Do you think...oh Lord."

Amy busts out laughing again

"This isn't funny you ugly little whore!" Punk screamed at her.

She laughs louder.

"ERRRRRRRR! I HATE YOU! SHUT UP!"

Amy smirks again as Drake walks by them pulling his hat down.

Punk grabs his shirt "Hey! Wait!"

He glares at her and shoves her off "Get off me you little whore. I don't want your disease!"

"Drake look you got it all wrong."

"Got what wrong?"

"About me and Eb"

He glares "You're a poor little skank and he's a jackass. What of that is wrong?"

"That he's my brother, you spoiled little bitch of a man." She snaps and storms out of the room.

"Oh fuck" He mutters.

It's in 7th period. The last class of the day. Science class. A.K.A. hell.

Drake pulls up a chair next to Punk and sighs "I um didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Oh so I become a poor ass little whore that's pathetic and nobody cares about just like that? What damn difference did it make if he was my brother or not?"

He blushes and pulls his hat very far down so she couldn't even see his nose.

"Look I apologized, okay." he says coldly.

"Yeah but you didn't give me a reason."

He glared at her "And I don't have to either so deal with it."

Punk reached over and took his hat off of his head and put it on hers. "My brother had seven months in jail. We had enough money to cut it down to three but that's not the point. He started that damned fight 'cause he thought we had something going on and he didn't want you going with me. Now your turn, why did you get so mad about me hanging around him?"

He covers his nose with his hand "I never agreed to tell you and I'm not going to, got it? So just leave it be"

"Come on."

He blinks and looks at her.

"At least let me see your nose so I can see how hard to hit my brother in the nuts."

He looks at his nose so it looks like he's cross-eyed and shakes his head 'no'.

"Please. It can't be that bad"

He very slowly moved his hand and his nose was swollen and slightly red. She bite her lip trying not to laugh "It's not that bad"

He actually blushed and snatched his hat back pulled it very far down and looked at his feet.

"Oh come off it Drake. Nothing could make you look ugly." Punk said not really realizing what she's saying

He looked up at her with an eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"What did u just say?"

"I said come off it."

"After that."

"I said 'what?'."

He smiles "You said nothing would make me look ugly".

"A lie!"

He leaned back in his chair smiling tilting his hat up some then some cheerleaders came by snickering. He blushed and hunched over his table again

"Don't worry about those dumbass whores. They just want you."

"Whatever" he mumbled.

She put an arm around him and leaned on his shoulder. "Awwww. Poor baby."

He smiled and looked at her with a different smile than usual, a grateful smile.

She smiled back "Anyway, they're gonna be dead in a few years. Silicone is toxic you know."

He laughed hard. After he composed himself he smiled and said "Anyway, I was thinking we could work on the project at your house tonight"

"My house?"

"Yeah." the bell rang "I'll see you after school." he yelled as he left the classroom.

"Oh fuck."

Amy bounced over there "Hey what's the matter with you?"

"Drake's comin' over to my house tonight."

She smiles "Ha-ha! Poor you."

"Amy! HELP ME!" she said putting her hands on Amy's shoulders and laying her head on her.

"And what am I supposed to do? Wreck his car?"

"That works."

Amy pushed Punk off and walked out of the room.

"AMY! AMY, PLEASE!"

Punk expressed her full vocabulary going to her locker then out to the parking lot wondering if Drake forgot or not. All her hopes go to ash as he drives up in his corvette smiling, as usual. "Ready to go?"

"I guess" She gets in the car and lands hard on the seat. 'Lord, I'm tired'

"You ever driven a corvette before?"

She just looks at him like he was the slowest person on earth.

Drake smile at her "Come on. I'll help if you if you're about to crash it."

"Drake, you must be trippin'."

"Come on. It's really easy. I swear" He said with a sly smile.

"Alright, but I ain't payin' for it if I kill it." She sits on his lap and puts her hands on the wheel.

He laughed and he put his hands on hers "Start out slow"

She barely touched the gas pedal with her foot.

"Good u can speed up a little"

She slammed on the gas.

"Not that much!"

She hit the brakes "I'm sorry!"

"Shhh. It's alright. This thing goes faster than other cars, I know. You gotta hit the gas softly." She hit it again and again and finally about six tries later she did it right and they finally get

"You know that car is officially mine don't ya?"

He just laughed and went up to the door "Come on, lets go in."

"Why can't we just do it out on the yard?" She stopped and thought a moment, "That didn't come out right"

He laughed "Come on, it's gettin' cold out."
She sighs "Fine" and opens the door

They went into the small brick house and Punk immediately started throwing things on the ground: her purse, her socks, her shoes, a chocker necklace, and her huge hoop earrings. He followed her and tried not to get hit with anything when they went into what he guessed was the living room. A woman that looked about 30's or 40's was sitting on the couch in some jeans that looked like a second skin and a tank top that read 'Hooters'. She looked up and you could have just seen her face, just picture this tall, a tall, tan, sexy boy just walked in wearing an Armani pullover and some Dolce and Gabana jeans being pulled by the wrist by her young granddaughter.

"Yes! My baby's got her a rich man!"

"Huh?" Drake said looking confused

"Well maybe he's not all that bright but who cares."

"G-ma!"

Don't 'G-ma' me! This boy is fine!"

"Umm…Hello. My name's Drake." Drake said awkwardly and stuck out his hand.

Punk's Grandmother shook his hand violently, smirking at him the whole time.

Then this tanned good looking man about the same age as the woman walked in and Drake assumed it was her Grandfather.

"Am I gonna have to get the gun?"

"I AM NOR PREGANTE!"

"Hey, ya momma got pregnant with Eb when she was 15 and you a month later."

Drake looked flushed "I um uh..."

"Drake, don't worry about them. They need psychiatric help. They think they're funny." Punk looked at her Grandfather, "And I am not pregnant!"

"Just makin' sure." He said putting his hands in the air.

Her grandmother smiled "Well, if you don't want him I do" She smacked drake's butt and he jumped about five feet in the air blushing bright red. And when he thought they were about to lay off her granddad got up in his face with a homicidal smile "If you touch my granddaughter, well let's just say I'm not afraid to back to jail and when I'm done with you you'll be crushin' on Eb rather than any girl." Drake turned as pale as paper and was up against the wall nodding so fast it looks like his neck is going to break.

Punks like "That's it! Get out! Both of you!"

They laughed, the grandmother hugged Punk, and they both left, leaving Drake looking completely terrified.

"Don't worry about them. They just like to mess with people." Punk said waving the whole incident off.

"Uh…yeah." he sat by her on the couch still watching the door where they left a moment before. She laughed and playfully shoved his shoulder.

"Hope they don't steal your car"

He looked at her with the look of 'WHAT?!?!'.

"Just kidding, just kidding! Calm down!"

He sighed and wipes his forehead with his sleeve. "Shouldn't we get to work" he smiled and scooted closer to her.

"Yeah I guess. So we can get finished with this damn thing. It's already knocked three years off my life." She said and got out her Science book. He put a hand on her knee and leaned over to look at it. She read boredly from the book then looked up at him "Are you writing this dow..." she stopped at the realization of how close their faces were.

he smiles gently and kisses her soft at first then a little harder as he puts his hand behind her head running his tongue over her lips wanting in. She straddled him and opened her mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in.

He pulled away abruptly "Um..."

"I uh…" She said tucking her hair behind her ears.

"I'm sorry it's just I..." he locked eyes with her. 'Jesus, I want this girl! Why does she have to be one of them?!'

"I-it's alright." she moved off of him awkwardly.

He put arm around her shoulders "It's just, I don't know" he said quietly smiled at her reassuringly.

"You know this breaks every clique law there is. This is like rule one"

"I know that's why I'm scared of this."

She sighed, "Do you just wanna act like this never happened?" 'This is why I fuckin' hate labels.'

"No, I don't" he put a hand on her thigh "I just don't know exactly what to do, except keep it secret."

"Then lets keep it secret then, Sherlock."

He smiled and kissed her quickly "What prison is your brother at?"

"State. Why?"

He smiled "I'll be back. Stay here" he kissed her again then left her looking confused on the couch.

At the dirty, rat infested, state prison Eb sat in his cell throwing rocks at the wall. A guard watched him for a moment, rather amused, then cleared his throat "Ebony, you're free to go." He said and unlocking the cell.

"What?" he said jumping to his feet, completely stunned.

"Yeah, someone just came by and paid the rest of your bail."

He grinned like an idiot and walked out of the cell and followed the guard down the cellblock. 'How the hell did they get the money? Oh who the fuck cares! I'm free and now I'm gonna fuckin' kill that bitch.'

"Some blonde rich kid." he said leading Eb to the front of the building.

Eb felt like a new brand of jackass. He signed the papers and did all the other shit as fast as he could and got the hell out of there.

When he got home he saw a red corvette in the driveway and heard Punk screaming. He busted in the door and saw Drake over her, tickling her. He quit and touched their foreheads together. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"What's the HELL is goin' on in here?"

Drake looked up and smiled nervously "Oh, hey eb. I was just uh..." he scratched the back of his head and smiles at Punk.

"Hey ya don't have to explain to me. Just don't let me see it." Eb said walking towards the small hallway which his room was off of.

Drake smiled "Sorry about at the park, man" he smiles smugly choosing not to talk about the fact he paid for Eb's bail.

"Uh. I'm sorry too and uh...I don't say this much but...thanks."

He smiled" No problem, man." he says as Punk caught on to all that was happening.

"Awww. Ya'll kiss and make up now" She says with a big smile.

Drake rolled his eyes "Sorry, I don't swing that way babe" He said touching their heads together.

"I said don't do it in front of me!"

He smiled "I'm surprised you're not pulling a gun on me"

"They confiscated it. Consider yourself lucky." Eb interlocked fingers with Punk briefly and left.

Drake smiled and sat on the couch with Punk. He smiled at her then took off his letterman's jacket and put it around her shoulders. She smiled but it faded.

"Drake you know if I wear this people are gonna know."

"So keep it secret. Don't let anyone see it."

"Alright." She leaned her head on his shoulder, "Thanks Drake."

He put an arm around her "You know there's somethin' about you that's different…I thinks it's because I don't have to put on a show for you"

"You have to do that for other girls?"

"Yeah, I mean I can't act like this around them. I have to be some smartass tough guy that's all about sex and no talking and well, that's just not me."

"I like this you better" she put a hand on his thigh "The other you was a jackass...and he almost killed me"

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that." He smiled sheepishly and turned a little pink.

"Uh huh, sure" she pretended to pout, crossing her arms and slumping down in her seat.

He kissed her for as long as they can go without breathing. After almost a minute of breathless face-eating they broke away both gasping for air, but they couldn't help but to smile "You wanna come over to my house Monday?"

Punk smiled and said "Alright. Me and my grandma might have a fight if she smacks your butt again"

Drake laughed and pulled her closer to him. "I probably better go my dad...I better go." he kissed her and went flying out the door.