A/N:I don't really have a set schedule for updates , but I do want to say I really appreciate all the support I've gotten for this story and yeah so I hope you enjoy this chapter .

"Ow, fuck." I mutter picking up my anatomy book up off of my foot, before roughly shoving it inside of my locker. I can still feel Paul's eyes burning into the side of my head, the same way they have since I told him off this morning. Looking back that probably wasn't one of my brightest ideas considering he's at least two feet taller than me and could crush me like a bug , but it was worth it. Paul could pick on me and make me feel like trash all he wanted, but my friends were off limits.

I glance behind me and I can see Stacy Wood hanging off Paul's dick, but his eyes don't move when they meet mine. His brown eyes are blank. I can't read them.

What does he want?

I look away, the intensity of his gaze becoming too much. I turn walking into my English class. I find Jackson in his usual seat next to mine. The bruise on his face looks nasty, worse than it did yesterday my anger at Paul flairs up again.

"Jackson are you sure your okay, that bruise looks really gross."

"Thanks for the compliment babe, and yeah I'm fine stop worrying so much besides chicks love scares." He says with a smirk.

I'm not all that sure why nothing has happened between us Jacksons really hot, he sort of looks like a younger Alex Pettyfer , girls on the rez fall all over him … maybe it's because I still remember the kid who force me to name our butterfly Lion-O because that was his favorite Thunder Cat …

I see Jackson's eyes focus in on something above my head.

" Are you and Paul having some sort of secret affair, cause he looks like he wants to tear my face off , and I really don't think my pretty face could tale anymore punishment." He whispers lowly.

I turn around and jump not expecting Paul to be sitting in the desk next to me him staring at me again. Luckily Mrs. Stevens walks in the room and calls role. Mrs. Stevens is probably my favorite teacher she is twenty three, and moved here about a year ago with her gorgeous husband not to mention she is super cool and easy going.

"Okay you little future criminals of America. Since were almost finish reading the diary of Anne Frank I thought it would be good for us to go a little more in depth with the topic of the holocaust so I'm going to assign you each a child victim of the holocaust, and you will write that child a diary of their own you will be working in pairs and I will assign you partners." She said as a simultaneous groan ripped through the class room.

"Yeah, yeah pipe down." She quiets us. "Anyways the diary needs to have at least thirty entries, and after I assign you your partner I will hand you a folder with your child and their story I will give you the rest of the period to plan. Now on to the main event," She starts to call off partners and I'm immediately upset when Jackson is paired up with Isaac Littletree. She continues to call of names until she reaches mine.

"Sophie Conner and Paul Lahote," I can feel my heart fall into my stomach she hands Paul our folder, and he turns to look at me with a stupid smirk on his handsome face.

Mrs. Stevens is no longer my favorite teacher.

Paul hands me our folder and open it up our child's name is Abraham Beem. His picture is there along with a biography, his round face smiles up at me he has these huge glasses on which only added to the child's adorableness.

"Are you dating him?" I hear a deep voice rumbles.

I look up at Paul "Am I dating who?"

"Blondy is he your boyfriend?"

"Jackson, no he's my best friend."

"Oh, I'm sorry for hitting him the other day."

"Maybe you should be telling him that." He sighs and nods his head.

"So what days are you free?" I asked wondering what time we would have to finish this assignment.

"Why don't we hang out anymore?" He asked abruptly.

"What are you talking about; we never really hung out to begin with."

"What about when we were kids?"

"Paul, you bullying me is not hanging out."

"What about after school?" I knew what he was referring to, but we'd never talked about it before. We had a silent agree meant not to bring that up.

"Paul that didn't mean anything," He grabbed my face forcing my eyes to meet his.

"Is that how you feel, because it sure as hell meant something to me," His hand were still holding my face as he brushes the fallen hair out of my eyes and tucks it behind my ear. "Do you remember that last night?" He asked me, his eyes begging.

I did I couldn't forget even if I wanted to.

I tiptoe down the stairs and climb under the covers I feel Paul's arms reach out for me as I snuggled into him.

"Why doesn't she leave him?" I don't say anything, I just let him speak. "I watched him hit her and I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything; I never do anything I just freeze up." I ran my finger though his short hair and I felt him calm down. "What if he kills her one day?" He wraps his arms tighter around me and I glance up at him, and he kisses me. It's soft and gentle and innocent, it's my first kiss. "What if one day you're not here to make it better?"

"I'll always be here I promise." I say, this time my lips going in for his.

"But that was 7th grade; this is now, where Paul bangs anything in a skirt, he doesn't need me to make it better. I smack his hands away from my face.

"You don't need me anymore Paul, but what we both need is to finish this project."

"But I do need you more than anything now."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before, but right now we need to figure out how we're going to complete this project."

"Will you forget about the fucking project for two seconds?" I look at him and narrow my eyes.

"Fine," He says. "We'll meet Mondays at my house and Wednesdays at your house an lunch on Tuesday and Thursdays. Now will you please listen to me?"

"Why now Paul, why the fuck now, out of all this time do you want whatever we had back now."

"Because I need you, I'm sick of being a fuck up, I'm alone and I need you."

Sailor: You up for talking?

Paul: Not really, but I guess I will for my favorite sailor?

Sailor: *blushes* So you were Sophie's first kiss, was she yours?

Paul: Yep,

Sailor: Am I going to get anymore out of you?

Paul: Nope …

Sailor: Well that's more than last time. Till next time *Waves*

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