Disclaimer; Do not own Twilight or SLC Punks

Chapter four;

I dislodged Steve-o from my person as I sat up with a grimace, "Yeah, just…yeah, great…", Steve-o at least had the grace to look sorry as the doctor lead my father and brother into the room. Eric's face was drawn, dark circle of worry under his eyes, Kristopher looked a little worse for wear as well, he held a bouquet of multi colored flowers in one clenched hand. They both came forward slowly like I was going to attack them with my IV pole, I sighed and graced them with the best good ol girl grin I could muster. I was rewarded with two huge smiles and them walking with a bit more confidence, "Suli, you still don't look so well, maybe you should lay back more…?", I waved off Eric, "Eh, I've had worst, you should see how bad the mosh pits in Utah get, now that's pain!" Both gave me an odd look before Kris handed over the flowers, "These are from me and my tenth grade class, somehow they heard that you had been in a crash and got together to buy these for you", I gave a sly grin, "Great, now I have to visit you while your working, oh well, at least I won't be the poor victim under fire about protons and neutrons", I swear to you my brother had the laugh that would make Thor run and hide, seriously, thunder cowered.

Eric was eyeing the recovering Steve-o as he collected himself in the far corner, he leaned over to me, "He gonna be okay, Sul?" I gave a sad half smile in his direction, "He will be…we will be".

Come to friggin find out? I had hit the bear/huge ass thing six days ago, I had been under thick pain killers so as not to wake up 'traumatized', I giggled when they informed me of this, me? Traumatized? I was given a glare when I replied, "Honey, I've been traumatized since birth".

Corny? Yes.

Appropriate for the situation? Totally.

So after playing like a good little Punkass I was finally faced with the Cullen man again, "Miss Cray, I must say, it has been…interesting…having you here. After all, when the biggest mystery of a town suddenly shows up to make this much racket…well, you're a refreshing change", I gave him my best lopsided grin that made something strange flash in his eyes before saying, "Well Doc, its been fun, by the way, people call me Punkass", he gave a secret smile before saying, "How about we settle for me calling you Suli, and you calling me Carlisle?", I smiled before starting down the hospital hallway, calling behind me, "Tell Esme and the 'In Crowd" I say hi", I didn't need to see it to know he rolled his eyes.

I had been getting feed from one Jessica Stanley, who had brought me homework that I had missed (even though I hadn't been officially to school, they don't take pity on you I guess) and had filled me in on the crowds and clicks in the dismal High School, apparently the Cullen's were extremely cool, as the kids that were adopted, and by Jess's description they were all slight Gods and Goddesses. She was slightly sad when she mentioned that the oldest girl, Rosalie, had been killed in a rock climbing fiasco about a year ago.

One thing that made me almost abandon all hope here, was that there was NO punk scene. Not even mini want-to-be punks. I was slightly devastated at this. Steve-o, of course would be mortified, and would be demanding that I start recruiting suitable assholes at once. Good thing about not going to school for the next few days was that I could ride the Green Machine down to La Push reservation and catch my brother the school marm in action, plus thank the brats who had gotten her the flowers. He also said something about me meeting his buddies that he hung with on the weekends, watching the games (gag) and all that.

First thing I did when I got home from the hospital was get in the GM and make sure she started, it did, and only the hood was one with the major damage, I could get it fixed up with some of the money Bob had left for me.

As I rode down to La Push I turned on the radio to something not as…gay…as country and looked around as my directions from two years ago kicked in. I was still amazed that I knew every little twist and turn to the reservation after two years and loads of drugs, I spotted the Black place and looked at the clock, I was about a good thirty minutes early so why not chat up old Billy for a little while. Jacob would still be in school at this time, he was my age after all…boy that sounded pitiful, even to my ears!

As I knocked on the door it opened and I found myself having to look up, up, up, ah, there was a face! Floating in there amongst the clouds….

"Uh…Is Billy around?", the man blinking down at me and said, "Oh…um, no, he went to talk to Freda Clearwater", I frowned and said, "What's Freda and old Harry up to these days?", the man looked at me curiously and said, "Harry died last year of a stroke"

My eyes widened, old Harry Clearwater was dead?! That wasn't expected…

The man moved aside and said, "Hey…would you like to come sit down? Your looking a bit pale…", I blinked and nodded as he took my good elbow (the one not in a sling) to steer me to an older couch.

"Wow, you just…you don't expect stuff like that, he was too stubborn to die, I thought", the man snorted and nodded, "I know what you mean, day before he died he was up fishing and joking around". I sighed and he said, "Hey, we haven't made introductions, I'm Jacob Black, Billy's son", I stopped dead, my gaze had been on the coffee table, now it was slowly sweeping to my old buddy.

"Your Jacob Black?", he frowned slightly and said, "Yeeeaaah….", I had to give a little snort as I held out a hand, "Well, Jake, its nice to meet you, I'm Suli Cray", the look I got was priceless.

"S-Suli? Eric Cray's daughter?!", I laughed and nodded, he was just staring and I noticed my watch was flashing, "Shit, I gotta go stop in on Kris's class right now, but how about we talk later?", he nodded almost dumbly as I got up and let myself out sniggering.

I sauntered right in the middle of my brothers lesson to his tenth grade students, he could tell something was wrong when the whole class grew deathly still and quiet, he turned and smiled.

"Class, this is my sister, Suli Cray, the one you chipped in and got flowers for…", the students got a little more animated then.

As soon as I detangled myself from the fray of reservation high school I knew, high school was a thing of great evil. I heard girls talking catty about other girls, boys deciding who was worthy to date them and who wasn't, it seemed very 'saved by the bell' to me.

If screech popped up here soon, I would stab him in the eye with a blunt object.

I glanced at the dashboard of the GM and grimaced, Steve-o wanted to do the pizza/movie night thing tonight and I was about half an hour late. When I got there he just smiled and sighed, "It's okay, I get it, you have to even out all the familieness", I glared at him, "Right now, you're the most important family I have, Steve-o. Don't forget that", he had beamed all night for the praise.

As I lay down that night after watching Constantine, I glared at the ceiling. I had the worst task in the world tomorrow, it was evil, it was sadistic, God wept at the sight of the place.

I had my first day of high school tomorrow.

Okay, there drops number four.

Spaces and all that I CANNOT figure out on the bloody software of fan fiction. Not putting in proper spaces and paragraphs is driving this daughter of an ESL professor to insanity!!

Anyways, please review and do whatcha gotta!

Bulletxx