A/N So I've started another imprint fan fiction, I've had this idea floating around for some time now so I just decided to write a chapter and see how I thought of it. I gotta admit I really enjoyed writing this, and I had a lot of fun with my oc. So this is another Paul imprint fan fiction so I feel a bit weird being how I have another Paul imprint fan fiction in-progress still.

But tell me what you think of it!

Warning! This story will have more swearing than my usual stories.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THE BOOK BY STEPHANIE MYER!

Chapter 1

The curse placed upon us.

School was hell, plain and simple as that.

Every chime of the bell seemed to make my ears ring from the near deafening sound, shivers rolling up and down my spine each time I heard the screech of other students. I admit, I had never been particularly social at school, having one lone friend. But for some reason, today just wasn't my day.

Not once, but twice have I dropped my books in the one day, some stupid klutz bumping into me as I walked past them. They cast a small apology my way, but continued running off in the direction of their classroom, seemingly ignoring my obvious fuming. I recognised the two culprit's faces, and added their name to my death wish list. This had very many unsuspecting names on my list, most merely being random idiots that got on my nerves. Of course though I would never really wish actual harm on another person, but god did I have a temper when someone just managed to push my buttons.

Today everyone around me seemed to have a list of things that got on my nerves.

Like in 2nd period English, the kid sitting next to me who was chewing loudly on a piece of gum spat the vile thing out of their mouth and discreetly placed the gum underneath the table. That was indeed a large pet peeve of mine, when an unsuspecting hand merely brushes underneath the table only to feel the putrid wetness of stuck gum. Luckily for him I kept my resolve, and merely glared at the guy who looked at me with confused eyes. Yeah right, like you don't know what you did wrong.

4th period had to be the worst though, when one of the snobby-wannabe-Snooki-hoe-chic's purposely pushed me into one of the science labs desk, a snarky remark leaving her inflated red lips. "Watch it Brewster, freak." Snooki wannabe hissed out at me, flipping her black overly glossy hair over her shoulder and grinning triumphantly when a few of our remaining classmates chuckled quietly. That was the moment my forgiving resolve suddenly crashed and burned to the ground, causing me to angrily launch toward the girl, my fist raised as I prepared to meet fist to make-up covered face.

Only annoyingly enough I was held back by a pale hand, causing me to glare at my best friend.

"She isn't worth it, Mamie." My friend Nerissa whispered to me, casting a small annoyed glance at the obviously afraid Snooki wannabe. I clicked my tongue in annoyance, but nonetheless listened to my personal sedative and quickly picked up my fallen books, pushing past the shaking slut. Nerissa followed close behind me, her small little legs barely keeping up with my ridiculously long ones.

Students remaining in the hall seemed to create somewhat of a pathway for me and my friend, knowing all too well how often the famous Mamie Brewster had a grumpy fit. But what could I say, it was sort of genetic, my anger issues I mean. It didn't help none either that I grew up in a broken home, with dishes flying over your head and constant yelling back and forth from the parents.

Thank the heavens that they finally untied the knot and divorced three years ago.

I suppose most children would be devastated when they found out that their parents were divorcing. But not me, I was overjoyed when I heard the news. Knowing that finally I was free from the constant arguing, and the fact that my dad occasionally took out his anger on me. Yeah my dad hit me a couple of times when I was growing up, but I had sort of grown to blaming myself for it. I had always blamed it on the fact that I talked to my dad at the wrong time, and that my dad was just under a lot of stress. With the occasional slap and push here and there, I sort of grew used to my dad's physical abuse and my mother's verbal abuse.

But of course when I heard the news of their divorce and I had to choose who I would be living with, I obviously chose my mother. I could handle the occasional insult here and there; in fact I had grown so used to it that I thought it was normal for parents to insult their children. But eventually I learnt the truth, seeing my peers interact with their parents showed me how horrid and bizarre my family truly was.

And with that lifetime of abuse I had grown bitter.

The only people that truly looked beneath my anger and impoliteness were Nerissa and my boyfriend Hector. Like Nerissa, Hector had been my friend since childhood. We grew up together in the annoyingly small town of La Push, with all three of us being the only pale children around we of course naturally built our relationship based on the fact we were the same skin colour. It was almost sad that us three had almost instinctively avoided the natives of La Push, and in all honesty they avoided us as well. Growing up I felt like an intruder, as if I was a freak amongst all those deemed ordinary. I was in no way being racist towards the natives, and funnily enough it more seemed that they disliked us three because of our skin colour. Now I know that may sound unbelievably stupid since it was more commonly known for white men to be racist towards black men, but La Push was their territory and in a way us pale people were invading their culture.

I had of course grown up listening to the tribal stories of La Push, about the beings that protected our land and of course the cold ones. But I myself was incapable of feeling the bond to their land, or the loyalty towards their culture and tribe.

Anyway, Hector and I had only started dating four months ago and in all honesty I was surprised we hadn't dated sooner. It was obvious to myself that Hector had had a crush on me our entire childhood together, and I myself eventually came to feel the same way the more I got to know him. But it was difficult to transpire from the lines between friendship too lovers, and believe me it took a lot of seducing to get him to ask me out.

And why didn't I ask him out first you say?

Well because I'm so god damn stubborn, that's why.

Nerissa made a bet with me long ago that I would be the first one to make a proper move in the direction of consummating a boyfriend, girlfriend relationship and I was to god damn stubborn to let her win. Then five years later I got the man, and fifty bucks.

"You shouldn't let Amanda get to you like that; you're pretty much letting her win." Nerissa tells me as we walk down the halls of La Push high, and I took note to all the fearful eyes looking my way. I released a small sigh, running a pale hand through my bleached blonde hair. "I know, I've just had a bad day today." I whisper quietly, slowing my steps slightly so that Nerissa can walk in synch with me. Nerissa was a tiny little thing, being 5'4 along with her ridiculously petite body didn't really boost her whole 'girls are tough cookies' motto when she herself certainly couldn't be seen as tough. Although sometimes she had the attitude for it, I think it was highly unlikely for her to ever have a mean bone in her body.

"You're having a bad day? Well then you obviously wouldn't like the news I have for you." Nerissa tells me, glancing around us with cautious eyes before turning to look at me again. "Apparently Paul's back at school." Nerissa whispers out, and if I hadn't been so startled I would have questioned why she was trying to pass for a spy revealing top secrets from the government.

Paul Lahote, my childhood enemy for as long as I can remember finally decides to grace his presence on school grounds? Paul and I, being too much alike had instantly taken a known dislike towards one another. From the moment I started middle school I knew I would either come to be madly in love with Paul Lahote, or hate him with every fibre of my being.

The latter of course was the way things turned out.

We despised each other beyond belief; all through middle school we did every single dirty trick in the book. Spreading rumours, Paul claiming that he had seen me kissing a toad, apparently being so desperate for a boyfriend that I wanted the toad to turn into a prince. Obviously the rumour died down, but I still get the occasional 'Toad Kisser' every now and then. Then there were the pranks, for example when I slipped a note into Paul's locker claiming to be his middle school crush Silvia and have him meet me in front of the school. Of course Silvia never turned up, and to my great honour he actually cried because of it. I still have the photo's I spread around school stuck in my draw at home somewhere.

Once high school started though, the childish acts of hatred stopped and turned into mere pushes and shoves along with the daily insult. We had matured, but the hostility towards one another never once faltered as we grew up. The mere mention of Paul Lahote had me glaring at whoever dared to speak his name in my presence.

My hatred towards Paul though wasn't just basic instinct; it was because he was an even worse jerk than I was. And in my language, that meant he was beyond devil standards. He was an obvious play boy, bouncing from one slutty hoe to another as if he were playing a game of tennis. And it wasn't just rumours that said he'd slept with over 30 girls, it was the fact that he played turtle neck with them in the janitor's closet. A different girl each week, and to be quite frank Tony (Our janitor) was not particular happy finding girls knickers in his closet. Every week he would walk out of the janitor's closet, a satisfied smirk on his face as he walked over to his whistling idiotic friends, totally ignoring the girl that hung on his arm asking if it was good for him too.

Honestly it was disgusting the way he treated girls, like a doll he could play with whenever he felt like it, he chose a random girl who wanted in his pants and had his way with her. I'll admit, Paul wasn't particularly horrible to look at. Russet native skin with dark grey eyes full of unabashed pride, and a mess of black hair on his head. But that was as fair as his appeal went for me, beyond his pretty face he was a raging sex addict with a fetish for Snooki wannabe's.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand…

"Lovely." I hiss out, already feeling the burning anger for my childhood enemy rising up from my core and clouding my head. Some people would say that I was obsessive over Paul, the way my hatred for him seemed to possess me mind and soul whenever he came near.

And I admit, my hatred for Paul was close to obsession but never too far gone that I would end up doing something unbelievably stupid. Paul hated me as much as I hated him, and although I hated being hated by another person… I sort of was glad.

Paul was my form of relief; he was my only competitor that could equally match me in both strength and hostility. It was funny that Hector used to be jealous of our relationship, claiming he could see our closeness. Which was beyond stupid, because even a blind man could see how much we loathed one another.

Nerissa agreed with my remark, and gently grabbing onto my arm she continued to walk through the crowd, me now lagging behind her. I had almost grown comfortable to the sudden disappearance of Lahote, sort of glad to not see his customary snarky smirk as he walks around school with a different girl hanging off his arm.

Two weeks ago Paul suddenly stopped coming to school, and even though I couldn't really bother giving a shit for his wellbeing, talk of his disappearance filled the school like the air we breathed. Girls gushed over how much they missed their beloved, and guys moaned and groaned at the absence of their precious master. From what one of his friends said, he was sick with Pneumonia or something and had been bed ridden for the whole time he was gone.

All I could say was that he deserved it.

Nerissa and I finally reached the school cafeteria, and as soon as we entered the loud buzz of students chatter caused my ears to ring. Everything seemed so loud today, like every creak of a chair was as loud as a toddlers cry. I moved towards the cafeteria line, following after Nerissa as she grabbed one of the pale blue trays from the rack. The line was miserably long, and the ache in my feet didn't help as we stood there for what seemed like forever.

Eventually though we got our food, me taking a simple apple and some water, which caused Nerissa to glance my way with disapproval and concern. Which was understandable, because I have never been a light eater. I honestly eat like a cow on crack, stuffing anything and everything in my face due to my insane constant hunger. But not today, today I could barely bite out of my apple as we sat down at our customary table.

Hector was already there, and talking to a few of his friends.

I know, shocking right? Although we had never really been approved by the Quileute race, we had met of a few that didn't judge us from our skin colour. Hector smiled when he saw me, his blue eyes possibly glowing when I leant against his shoulder softly. Hector was my rock, and I relied on him more than I did with Nerissa. Not only was he my boyfriend, but long before that he had been one of my best friends. And like they say, being friends first is always best. Although I did have my doubts, like if touch wood we ever did break up, would our friendship be ruined along with it?

Hector placed an arm around my shoulder, gently placing a soft kiss against my bleached hair.

"How's my Mamie today?" Hector asked me gently, and I smiled softly, my usual angry sneer vanished when in the presence of dear Hector Jones. "She's having a bad day today." I whisper quietly, taking a small bite out of my red apple, before putting it back on my tray. Already I could barely stand eating the food, and I had only had two bites!

"I can see that." Hector says with a small chuckle, glancing down to my near empty tray. I hummed softly, burying deeper into Hectors arms as I relished in his comforting warmth. Hector always reminded me of a large ray of sunlight, a small ray that slipped through the curtains in the morning and warmed your cool skin. Hector was my sunlight, and I totally meant this in a totally non-girly way. It was just a fact; I loved Hector a lot and praise the lord he seemed to return my love with equal force.

"Mamie!" I groan loudly when the loud shout of my name interrupts my peaceful huggles time, and I turn to glare at an odd looking Nerissa. "Whaaat?" I groan out sleepily, snuggling closer into Hector's arm and smirking when I hear his breath quicken slightly. "Arch nemesis twelve o'clock!" Nerissa hisses out quietly to me, nudging at me more as I looked up at where she pointed.

Of course I knew who she spoke of, but I had seriously not been prepared for who stood in place of my titled arch nemesis. Now for my sake, we shall call this stranger Fred. Now compared to the previous Paul, Fred had large rounded muscles gracing his glorious arms and a body which could only belong to a Greek god. Now Fred you see had a gorgeous chiselled chest, and that fitting black shirt seemed to best admire its awesomeness. Fred seemed to be much taller than the previous lanky Paul Lahote, and all together his appearance was very much worthy of a god.

Butterflies had a party in my stomach, fluttering around as if my stomach was their own personal hive. My breath quickened, and my pulse raced like mad the longer I stared at the drastically changed Paul Lahote. Never in a million years would I have thought I'd look up one day, unsuspecting too the true intoxication that my enemy had suddenly become. And I wasn't the only one who noticed the drastic change in Paul; all eyes were glued on him as he casually walked toward his lunch table with grace. Both male and female watched him with utter surprise, the once buzzing cafeteria now dead silent. You could practically hear the world spinning, that's just how quiet the cafeteria was! I watched as his long lean legs walked toward his group table, walking with obvious pride, knowing that all eyes were on him. But then when he sat down, giving a small smirk towards his friends, chatter filled up the cafeteria like a bomb going off in a silent forest.

And then the moment ended, and I felt disgusted with myself for being so infatuated with him.

Paul was my enemy, I hated him beyond belief yet here I was sitting next to my boyfriend thinking how much I wanted to jump his bones and dry hump him! Sure I often saw guys I found attractive, but never once in the presence of Hector have I ever thought of wanting to jump a guy's bones. Paul was a total dick, he bullied me for as long as I can remember, pulling my hair and shoving me into the sand pit ever since we were just little tots. And sure I returned what I was given, but the point was that Paul was an asshole and he didn't in the least deserve to be admired the way I had just admired him.

But it was unbelievably bizarre, how drastically Paul had changed in such little time.

"That must have been one good cold." Hector says beside me, breaking the silence at our table. Our friends chuckled lightly at Hectors remark and thankfully continued on with eating their food, discussing things luckily not related to Paul. Hector thankfully didn't seem to notice my obvious drooling over Paul and quietly began to eat his lunch, his arm still draped over my shoulder.

Everyone on our table, besides Nerissa and I seemed to recover from the shock of Paul's sudden change. I glanced over at Nerissa, knowing immediately what the look in her eyes meant, because it was in the eyes of almost every girl in the room.

Lust.

I tried to act normal, tossing down almost all of my bottle water since my throat had become unbelievably dry at the site of Paul. I still couldn't believe he had managed to affect me so greatly. Me? Mamie Olivia Brewster had suddenly become seriously attracted to none other than the person I despise the most. Every few seconds I had the intense need to look up at Paul, just to take a small sneak peak to see if he really was the previous Paul Lahote, and that he wasn't just some evil identical twin brother that just happened to be the hotter version of Paul's self.

But I fought the need, every time when I felt it I would grasp tighter onto Hector or pull him in for a small slow kiss. Hector seemed happy with my sudden need to kiss him, and I hated myself for doing it because I was intensely attracted to another guy.

Thankfully the chime of the bell echoed through the cafeteria room, and I let out a relieved sigh and hurriedly leapt out of my seat. Having Paul in the same room had my thoughts behaving like a naughty school girls on ecstasy that could barely keep her knickers on. I kept thinking to myself that it was the sudden change of appearance that had me so worked up, but a small part of me thought it was more than that.

Anyway, Hector, Nerissa and I walked towards our lockers together, Hectors arm fortunately still draped around my shoulder as we walked down the halls. "So what do you two have?" Hector asked Nerissa and I, smiling at one of his friends as he passed them by. "I have Chemistry with Mr Omrod." Nerissa said with a small wine, a frown gracing her thin pink lips. I visibly flinched, knowing all too well the horror that was Mr Omrod. He had to be the most obnoxious, arrogant teacher I had ever known throughout all my years of schooling. Not only that but he was practically a grown up bully, preying on the weak and using them as his own source of amusement. I gave Nerissa a sympathetic look, as well did Hector with a small frown on his lips.

"I have Literature, what about you Mamie?" Hector smiled down at me, his eyes glowing impossibly bluer. I really did love his eyes; they seemed so grown up now. When he was a kid his eyes just added more to his natural baby face, earning him several bullies growing up since he was indeed a weak and vulnerable child. But now they seemed to make him all that more attractive, and I would give anything to have his eyes, replacing my ridiculously dull brown ones. I swear sometimes I thought my eyes were black instead of brown, which only added more to my beauty complex.

I most certainly didn't see myself as attractive, with after all those years of my mother saying how pathetic and ugly I was it kind of stuck with me. I wasn't hideous but I wasn't exactly appealing either. Long bleached blonde hair that reached to curve of my back, too tall to be considered a girl, reaching a high 5'8. Thankfully though in La Push a lot of the guys here were ridiculously tall, which made it easier for me to not feel like an ugly giant. I over the years had developed a natural tan, but nothing nearly compared to Nerissa's amazing sun beached tan from that month in Arizona with her parents.

I was ordinary, and sometimes it bothered me more than I wanted it too.

"I have Biology." I say, a small smile tugging at the ends of my lips as I saw Hector pout oh so cutely. "Damn, I was almost certain we had Literature together." Hector said in annoyance, scratching at the back of his head slightly. "No, we have Economics and Maths together my dear one." I smirk, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before walking up towards my locker to pull out my Biology text book.

"Don't worry Hector, you got me for Sixth period Geography!" Nerissa said with a beaming smile, linking her arms roughly with Hectors as he frowned down at me. I chuckled at Nerissa's attempt at cheering up my boyfriend, and waved at them as she dragged a complaining Hector down the hectic halls of our school. I released a small sigh once they were out of my line of sight, and loudly shut my locker and started walking towards my Biology class.

In no time at all I was stepping into the classroom, a small sneer at my lips when I saw none other than the Snooki wannabe Amanda Ryder. Amanda returned my sneer with a small flinch, but nonetheless, being one to always seem tough but princessy at the same time, she glared at me, flicking her hair over her shoulder. I swear that hair flip was almost customary acts of idiocy amongst the Snooki Wannabe's. They all felt this intense need to act like total bitches and felt the need to be at the top of the school, to get the hottest guy or in most cases just sleep around with every guy willing to get Herpes or something. It was almost like that was their way of getting attention, it was unbelievably sad and desperate of them to want to be thought of as a slut all for the sake of being known in school.

Amanda Ryder had to be one of the worst, and what's even crueller was that she was Paul's favourite tennis buddy.

I walked past Amanda, and thankfully she didn't try to trip me with her feet like she usually does whenever I walked past her. I took my customary seat at the back, casting a small smile over at my lab partner, Kim. Kim was a shy personality, and although we weren't really friends we still managed to hold civil conversations during our class together and in a way we were sort of friendly around one another.

"Hey." I say quietly, looking up at the front of class as our teacher enters the classroom just as the final bell tolls. "Hi." Kim smiles at my shyly, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear as she watches me organise my books on our shared table. At the clearing of our teacher's throat, we both looked up at the front of class where the rather podgy looking Mr Morris loosened his tie. "Today is going to be easy, for now please open your text books and read through chapters eight and nine and complete the following questions on the board." Mr Morris explains, picking up a piece of chalk and writing down several questions for us to answer. I grinned slightly to myself, thanking the lords that we weren't doing anything difficult in today's class. My head had been throbbing like crazy all day, and this morning I hadn't actually been planning on going to school.

But Hector had surprised me by coming to pick me up, and the gesture was just too sweet I simply couldn't reject it. Ever since he got his own car he just loved to give me lifts in it, his way of showing off to me I guess. It wasn't exactly annoying how much he took pride in his car, but I almost envied him since I didn't have enough money to buy my own car. And I knew for certain my mom wouldn't go out of her way to surprise me with a new car, and even if I did have the guts to ask the answer would likely be no.

I opened up my text book, along with all the other students in our class we quietly read through our chapter, the only sound being of turning papers and the heavy breathing of Mr Morris. Only then the silence was interrupted, a loud bang of the door opening causing most students in the classroom to jump in their chair. I looked up annoyed at the person who dared to interrupt my peaceful silence, only to have my eyes widen at the imposter.

Shit, I'd totally forgotten Paul was in this class.

I heard him mumble out a small apology, looking at the shuddering door that shook from the force of his push. He stared at the door as if he were surprised, like he didn't know his own strength or something. Mr Morris, being the forgiving type didn't ask questions as to where Paul had been and instructed him quietly on what we were working on. I was rather surprised by Paul's rather shaken appearance, his body shaking in tremors, his hair a total glorious mess. I let out a low growl when I thought of the things he might have been doing, most likely in the janitor's closet.

But why was there bark and leaves in his hair?

"Please take a seat besides your partner now." Mr Morris instructed with a pleasant smile. Despite the teachers constant sweating and drenched shirt I really did like this teacher, he was a nice guy Mr Morris. Paul did what he was told, walking towards Amanda Ryder without so much as looking up from his feet as he walked. He seemed to be in deep thought and despite the fact that I hated him, I was curious as to what he was thinking about.

Once Paul sat in his chair the silence thankfully resumed, despite the occasional giggle and whisper about how hot Paul had gotten while he was away. I eventually finished reading my two chapters and then started working on my questions, my mind funnily enough becoming focused. The numbing pain that throbbed in my head seemed to calm slightly, and I could finally focus on my schoolwork. The bell rang loudly and just as I sat up from my desk I realised that this was a double period of Biology.

I awkwardly sat back down, looking around to see if anyone saw me sit up and prepare to pack my things. Kim chuckled lightly and I mock glared down at her as due to her chuckle people turned to look in our direction. People stared at us in confusion, but when they saw that nothing of importance had happened they all returned to writing and reading. I glared at anyone that continued to stare at us, and as I looked around the room, I once again was caught off guard by what I saw.

Grey eyes, the colour of stone seemed to melt into mine, becoming one with me in every possible way. Blood heated up to my cheeks, and the warmth seemed to cover every inch of my skin almost as if I had been given an extra set of flesh. It was the oddest feeling I had ever felt, almost like my entire body altered into something else. The blood that flowed through my veins suddenly became perceptible; at every thump of my heartbeat I could feel the blood underneath my skin flow like a river through my entire body. Every cell, every muscle suddenly became aware to me, as if they were visible to the naked eyes.

And then with a startled gasp, I realised with shock that the eyes belonged to none other than Paul Lahote.

I watched with wide eyes as I continued to stare openly at Paul, lured and stuck on the odd looking man. He, much like me, was staring in utter shock at my shuddering form, his entire body turned in my direction as if we were drawn together like magnets. I'd never experience such intense emotions in all life, not once have I ever felt the pleasure and pain of my body altering, changing in only a matter of seconds.

But this alter didn't seem to show on the outside, on the exterior I knew for certain that I still looked like the usual Mamie. But inside, I felt as if every cell and every muscle in my body had twisted and forged into something different. But that was impossible, right?

Eventually the feeling became a small hum of emotion and I was finally able to draw my eyes away from Paul and over to a seething looking Amanda. Amanda looked back and forth between Paul and I, who was still openly staring at me with the same bizarre intense look. She glared daggers at me, and a confused look at Paul, her confusion intensifying the longer he gazed at me.

I too eventually grew confused, and to be quite honest I could feel a strange tingling sensation running through my entire body. Like the buzzing of a bee, it shook me and made me shudder whenever I caught Paul's eye. What the fuck was wrong with me? This was the bastard jerk Paul Lahote, the guy I despised beyond belief!

Why was I feeling such things when Paul looked at me now?

Any other time I would catch Paul looking at me; I would most probably had glared daggers at him and shot some random insult his way. But no, not today.

Today was just not my day, and for some reason I couldn't act like my usual insulting self when Paul was involved. I felt like Kim did whenever Jared Cameron looked or talked to her. But that was totally different, I mean Kim had a crush on Jared and I knew for certain that I myself was nowhere near having a crush on Paul.

Maybe the lunch lady put something in my water?

Yeah that must be it; I mean that bitch had always hated me ever since that one time I complained about how horrible the meat loaf was.

So with that now officially resolved, I forced myself to look back down at my work and continue on with my questions. Although I tried to focus on my work, and I did manage to right down a single sentence which just turned out to be random words, I still found myself glancing up at Paul again.

Shit! He was still looking at me.

I looked over at Kim for assurance that I wasn't crazy, and I saw that she too kept glancing up from her work to look at Paul in confusion. I mean it was weird wasn't it? He had his entire body facing in our direction as if he were about to start a conversation with us. Yet he didn't say anything, all he did was stare at me with wide eyes, as if he couldn't believe that I was sitting there in the class that I had been in all year. I looked up at him, trying to glare but for some reason it came out more as a grimace. My grimace/glare seemed to awaken him from his dazed and odd state, shaking his head almost as if he were ridding himself of wet hair, reminding me of a dog.

Then he really looked at me, disgust and shock radiating off his features.

I flinched at the look and when he suddenly launched out of his seat and ran out of the classroom, I had no idea what unbelievably strong curse had just been planted on the both of us.

No idea…

A/N so there you have it my lovelies, please tell me if you enjoyed it.

I can't promise that this will be immediately updated, since I've already got another two stories going ;)

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