Drake pulled up to Punk's house. Three guys and something he thought was a girl were on the porch. Drake looked down at her and whispered "Punk? Punk wake up."
"Huh? What? Let me sleep."
"You're home."
Punk sat up and stretched until she noticed the crew up on the porch. "Oh hell."
She grabbed Drake's hand. "Come with me. I need protection."
They got out of the car and went up there "Don't I have a restraining order against you Mick?"
Mick smirked "Not anymore. It expired last month, toots."
Punk rolled her eyes and chewed on one of her nails "What do you and your crazy ass posse want? I have more important things to do."
"Well my dumbass sister wanted me to tell you 'bout the party." Mick said yanking her finger out of her mouth.
"Where?" She said annoyed.
"Our house. Tonight at ten."
"Hmm. Alright. Tell your dumbass sister I'll be there."
"She said bring a keg."
"Where the hell am I supposed to get a keg?"
"Fine. I'll get the damn keg. Your broke ass." He smiled and put his arms around her waist "So when we gonna get back together? I missed you."
"We aren't. I told you I was done with you and I meant it." Punk could see Drake's hands ball into fists so tight his knuckles were turning white.
"Aw come on, baby." Mick looked at Drake "He can't do nothing for ya that I can't do better."
"Oh really? I highly doubt that." Punk said trying to push Mick off of her.
"Really." Mick smashed himself against her small frame. "I'm sure you remember exactly how good I was, you screamed pretty loud." Punk turned pink and glared at him. "Don't flatter yourself. I've had better. Now would you please loosen your death grip?"
"No I will not. Not until I get a kiss." He grabbed Punk's chin "Come on, baby. Just one kiss." Drake looked as if he were going to explode as he started walking over to where Punk and Mick were.
"I don't think so." Punk said as thousands of thoughts ran through her head 'Please Jesus if you stop Drake from goin' off I'll...I'll...I'll do something good! Please just don't let him snap on Mick. I can handle this. You know that. Just please keep the maniac under control!'
Drake stormed over there and grabbed Mick by the collar. "You keep your filthy welfare hands off of her." Then he slammed Mick against a wall - hard. "Do you understand me Mickey?" he growled glaring at Mick with pure hate.
'Thanks for helpin' a girl out.'
"Oooh defensive." Mick said smirking. "Why do you care what happens to her? Aren't you supposed to be fucking cheerleaders?"
"Number one, that's none of your business." He punched him in the face "Number two; keep your hands off of her." He punched him in the stomach. "And number three, if I ever hear you talk to her or about her like that again I sware you'll wish you were never born, jackass." He threw Mick to the ground and kicked him in the side before he was able to get back up again. Punk ran up behind Drake "Come on, Drake. Chill out! It's alright!"
"Yeah, Drake. Listen to the girl." Mick said somehow still smirking at him.
Drake glared at Mick but turned around to go stand by Punk when she saw Mick's blade hidden behind his back.
"Mick, I sware to God…" She mumbled to him grabbing his arm "If you don't chill out..."
"Fine, fine I'll leave." He smirked at Drake "See you at the party Punk."
Drake glared at him as he left then looked at her "Who was that exactly?"
"Mick." She said trying to look innocent.
"I know that much I mean...never mind he's just someone else you slept with."
"Oh kiss my ass. And he was not just another fuck! I dated him for a year and a half, ya little bastard."
"Yeah, uh-huh, sure. You've probably done everyone around here"
"I have not! I haven't done the girls and the gays and the ugly guys. And I did go out with him for that long."
"So you're admitting to being a slut? Great!"
"What is your damn problem!?"
"The fact that my girlfriend is a whore! At least that's the impression I got from Mick."
"Well I'm not a whore! I don't know where the hell you got that from. Yeah, I slept with him. That's one person!"
"And you just said you'd slept with anyone who wasn't a girl, gay, or ugly around here. That makes me feel loads better!"
"Drake, have you seen the people around here? Most of them are ugly, gay, or girls!"
"There's still at least thirty who aren't."
"Yeah. I know." She said looking at him like that was no big deal.
"And you don't see anything wrong with that do you?"
"No."
"You know what? Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe you are just some cheap welfare hooker like everyone says you are."
"Well how many people have you been with?"
"That's different I'm a jock and a guy I'm supposed to sleep with people."
"Tell me how many people you've slept with."
"Around 30."
"So we're about even and somehow I'm the whore and it's just fine for you!? You have absolutely no right to give me hell about this!"
"I'm outta here. I've dealt with enough today and I don't need your little P.M.S.in' bitch fits." He stormed off to his car. Before he left Punk flipped him off and stormed inside.
It was later that night, after hours of trying to force himself to sleep Drake sat up in his bed and listened to the heavy storm .He went up to the large window and looked out over the abandoned streets of his neighborhood, the image heavily distorted by the rain hitting the glass. 'Honestly, could you get any dumber? Why did you do that?!?!' Punk was actually putting some meaning back in his life then he had to go and ruin it. He sighed and grabbed his cell phone and flipped through his contacts until he got to Punk's name. He moved his hand over the call button as he thought if she was really worth actually having to say 'I'm sorry'. He called her and hoped to God that she hadn't put him in her contacts yet.
"Hello?" Punk said.
"Um hey Punk this is Drake. Don't hang up!"
"Oh great. Called to tell me what a gigantic herpes infected slut I am? Sorry, I've got this little voice inside my head to do that for you."
"No, look, I just called to say...I called to say I'm sorry. I overreacted and I'm sorry."
"Really? You, the great Drake Jones, is actually sorry?!? I can't believe my ears!"
"Punk."
"Drake." She said in the exact same tone as he'd used seconds before.
"I said I was sorry. I really am."
She was quiet, like she was thinking it over, and sighed. "It's alright. I guess I have kinda slept with a lot of people."
"Well I have too babe. So...forgive me?"
She sighed again but this time it was much more humorous "I guess. I really have not choice but to forgive you."
Drake grinned.
"Look I gotta go. I'm going over to Mick's early to do Becky's hair."
"You're going to his house?! Even after what happened?!?"
"Drake, that's been going on for forever. I can handle myself. You act like I'm some little six year old."
"What if he gets you drunk?"
"If anybody's getting drunk it's him. He's the perfect picture of a teenage alcoholic."
"But what if..."
"Drake! Drake, calm down. I'll be fine. You worry too much."
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. I should trust you more."
"Yes, you should. You act like I haven't dealt with this kind of stuff all my life."
There was an awkward silence when Punk broke in and said "I'm so proud of us."
"What?"
"We haven't cussed the whole time we've been on the phone."
"Wow. I don't think I've ever done that before."
"Me neither."
"Hey Punk! Hurry up people are gonna start gettin' here soon and I'm frizzin'!" Said this tiny voice in the background.
"Mick's little sis." She said into the phone then put her hand over speaker but he could still hear her "Hold on, Beck. I'm on the phone with a sexy male model."
"Ooooh! Let me talk to him!" He heard the other girl yell.
"No. Go to the bathroom and wet your hair."
"You want me to get a shower?"
"No! Just wet the brush then brush your hair. I'll come straighten it and put it up in a sec. okay, babe?"
"Alright."
"Uh, hey. Sorry 'bout that. She's twelve but she looks about fourteen or fifteen. Look I'll call you back later tonight or tomorrow. "
"Alright. Bye."
"Toddles." Punk said and hung up.
Drake held the phone to his ear a minute longer then just dropped it, letting it fall to the floor. 'I'm Drake Jones. It should be illegal for me to be at home on a Saturday night.' Thoughts entered Drake's thick skull and he smirked devilishly. He had somewhere to go.
It wasn't hard finding the party house. There were cars completely surrounding it and bright lights illuminating from it and music that you could hear two blocks away. The house had almost taken on a life of its own. You could look in the window and see that people were basically packed in. It was the only three story for a while even though the paint was chipping, but what would you expect.
Drake parked his car in a vacant lot a few houses down. The closer he got to the house the more he wanted to turn around and leave. He had never been to one of their parties so he guessed it was about time he crashed one. It just felt weird going alone and knowing everyone wasn't waiting for you. He thought of calling Matt but that meant that he would find out about then his reputation would completely implode and cave in on itself. Well, maybe that's a little exaggerated but close enough. He walked through the open door and was immediately by his ears aching by the music. 'What the hell's with all the screaming?!?!?'
Drake made his way through the house looking for Punk. He previously thought tall black haired girls with very pale skin and big boobs were uncommon but now every step he took he bumped into one. He muttered sorry so many times from bumping into people even when people asked his name he responded with 'sorry'. It was getting ridiculous. He looked all over the down stairs hoping that he missed her or that she wasn't here as he looked up the crooked stairs. For one he knew what that meant when people go upstairs and two the stairs looked like they would collapse into the basement the second someone stepped on them. Then he remembered that he didn't see Mick either. That sent him up them rather quickly. He banged on every door he passed. Most of the time there would be some guy saying "Room's taken" but he knew none of the voices were Mick's and the giggles behind them defiantly weren't Punk. The others were completely silent. When he came to the last room he was starting to think that he must have just walked past them downstairs when he heard voices.
"Mick, I told you before. I'm not taking you back."
"Baby, please!"
"I'm not your baby!" The girl yelled.
"Fine. Punk, please, just one more chance."
"You've said that fifteen times, Mick! I couldn't trust you then and I can't trust you now!"
"Punk, I'm not gonna do that anymore."
"You've said that too!"
"Well it's you own damn fault!"
"My fault?!? How is it my fault that you cheated on me every other week?!"
"It's your fault for getting fat!"
"I weight 123!"
"When I met you, you were 111!"
"I'm not fat! I can't help it if you want me to look like I had an eating disorder! I'm not built to be that skinny, Mick! I'm 5'8 and wear a D cup! I should be at least 140!"
"Who the hell told you that!? They were fucking liein' to ya!"
"I'm not gonna starve myself for you!"
"You did before!"
"I was stupid and I thought I loved you!" she sighed heavily and spoke softer this time. "I'm not making that mistake twice."
There was a silence that was finally broken by Mick yelling "Fine fuck you, Punk. There's lots of people out there diein'' to be with me!"
"Well you might want to go check on them because their either insane or retarded."
"Stop chewin' on your damn nails. It's disgusting." with that the door flung open. Drake quickly hid behind it. All he needed was to get caught. Mick stormed out of the room and down the stairs. When Drake peaked into the door Punk was sucking in her stomach looking in a mirror. When she sucked in her ribs jetted out in a disgusting way. She let the breath out and her stomach fell back into place.
"He must be insane."
Her head shot up and saw Drake standing in the doorway. "What?"
"You're perfect the way you are."
She smiled "Drake what are you doing here?"
"I wanted to come see my baby." he said entering the room and wrapping his arms around her waist. He applied kisses and small little bites up and down her neck. She giggled in spite herself and bit her lip. "Drake?"
"Hm?" he said through the kisses.
She put her hand over neck as a signal for him to stop. No one would be able to think with him nibbling on you. "Drake...I, uh...I was wondering if...you might wanna...do you..."
"Do I what?" He asked taking her hands in his. She took a deep breath and turned to face him. She looked nervous. "Do you want to come over to my house? May-maybe spend the night." She looked down at her stiletto look-a-likes and wiggled her toes nervously. They were painted a multitude of different colors from black to green.
"Punk I thought..."
"I get it if you don't want to. I really I do. I'm not mad."
"Punk..."
"It's fine. I swear."
"Punk, shut up and let me talk!"
She looked at him funny for a second but at least she was silent...for once.
"Punk I thought you wanted to wait, not that I'm complaining it's just...why do you wanna go there now?"
"I..."she said but then decided against it and shrugged.
He hated talking like this. It made him feel stupid and feminine and well, over all, gay. "If you think I'm going to leave you because you won't have sex with me then you don't really know me that well, do you?"
"I...I just thought that if we did, ya know, you'd realize that I wasn't worth it. That you got what you wanted and now it's over and you find someone else."
"Punk we already had this discussion..."
"I know and I didn't believe a word of it..."
"Didn't?"
"Shut up and let me talk." she said smiling. He smiled back. "But I decided that if you're gonna come all the way down to the depths of hell for me then...maybe I was wrong."
"Finally you get it." he said pulling her close to her and leaning their foreheads together. "I got it bad for you, Punk. I don't know why but I just do. "
She kissed him and before they knew it they were on Mick's bed half undressed.
"Drake?"
Drake was fumbling with her bra. He looked up at her "Huh?"
"If we're gonna do this we should at least go to my house. Doing it on Mick's bed is just sick and twisted...and spiteful." She got an evil smirk on her face but shook her head "No, no. We can't."
"Punk this isn't the kind of thing you can't stop in the middle of."
"You can hold your erection for five seconds. It's just down the street." Punk said pulling her shirt back over her head and shoved each of her legs in her pants. Drake didn't move to get dressed. "That wasn't funny."
She threw his clothes at him. "Get dressed. Do you wanna walk into a room full of gay emo boys in nothing but you boxers?" Drake got dressed quickly. "Homophobe." Punk muttered.
They ran down the stairs through the people and out the door. He chased her down the street, she laughed. When she got to her door she kicked it in a certain spot (which should tell you something about the quality of the house) that sent it flying open. Drake followed and had her cornered against the wall she was trying not to laugh. He puts his arms around her and leaned on against her while putting both hands on either side of her shoulders, trying not to force to much pressure on her body
"Hi." Punk said smiling
Drake smiled back "Hello." She smiled bigger and kissed him deeply.
"My room..."she whispered but was interrupted by Drake's tongue slipping back into her mouth. She played along for a moment then broke away. "...is that way."
