Whilst my sister was in op, I started writing the second chapter, but then sort of went off it. Anyway, my sister has had her third operation now, (All over, thank goodness!) and was actually sent home much earlier than planned, as everything came out good. So at the moment, I'm joyfully happy, plus had time to finish this chapter. :-) And I now have time to write again! But I may fall behind to look after her, as she still hasn't fully recovered.

I do hope this chapter will not be a disappointment to you all, and Anna...thank you very much for your review! I most appreciate it. x

One more thing. I have to admit something. I HAVE to! I contradict myself, as I said to myself and others, I shall never do an OC/Love story again, and...

You've all heard this, but I have to admit I am, because I just do, haha. So, yes, I am contradicting myself when I moan that I'm not one for OC/Love stories, and say that I rarely read them (unless a good one catches my eye) and there is me doing one. Just admitting that I am.

I also noted quite a few spelling errors that were glaring at me when I went through the previous chapter again. Grrrrr. If you see any in this, please, do tell me. I'm so nitpicky. I slap myself time and time again when I spot them. How can I miss them!

RAMBLING OVER!

Chapter Two

She pushed the envelope into his hands, and then began to twist her hands together ''Christine told me too give this to you.''

Paul peered inside and he joyfully whooped. ''That's the shit right there.'' He folded it in half and, slipping it into his back pocket, looked at her. ''Why's it in an envelope?''

''Since I didn't want it smelling out my bag.'' she answered with a turn of the nose. ''That stuff is strong.''

''The whole point, babe.'' Paul rifled through his front pockets. ''It's meant to get you fucked.''

He handed her some notes, which she made no move to take. She stared at him with a slight blank face, but seeming a little unsure. Cleary she wasn't one to know how drugs went around. Cleary she didn't do drugs herself, and he guessed Christine had given her very little information on her business as a 'dealer'. Paul's eyes wandered around when feeling something that seemed to be looking down at him from a microscope. Eyes landed on David, Marko, and Dwayne, who were watching him from the doors of the bar, and Paul found himself winking. He looked back towards her, seeing that same look on her face. He got David's message loud and clear seconds later. No dicking around tonight, you've done enough damage...Max wants us now! Paul blocked him out.

''For Christine.'' Paul's hand outstretched towards her, waving the notes. ''For the drugs she sorted out for me. Shit like that ain't free, babe. Tell her she's a fucking diamond''

Blinking, her hand grabbed the notes from his, and she nodded. ''I shall. Goodnight.''

Paul's eyes left her body, and he, too, blinked. He blocked her when she made a move to leave. ''No introduction? Christine never told me about you.'' Paul looked deep in thought. ''Nope, I'd definitely remember someone like you.'' He grabbed her hand, and bringing it to his mouth, planted a soft kiss on it. ''Nice to meet you, beautiful.''

''Hmmm.'' Her nose turned up. ''Charmed''

Paul ignored the look that came onto her face when she eyed his appearance. She was looking at him, and it was a hot girl at that. Paul's girls, the sort he went for, were ones with big boobs, long legs, and one, firm, yet squeezable ass. Although this girl didn't hold all these things, she was still his type. He wasn't bothered at what sort of girls stared at him, whether they were his type or not. They were chickies either way, and they were looking. If it wasn't riding, dancing, singing, playing the guitar, and blood; attention was what Paul craved from girls. The girl standing in front of him, however, wondered how Christine had come to know someone like him. Her eyes raked through his appearance again, taking in every, little, tiny detail of him. There was no change of expression on her face as she did this, only the turning up of her nose even more. She found herself snatching her hand that was still in his grip. Giving him one last look, she put the money into her handbag, and walked away, ignoring his little group of friends who watched her as she passed them.

Paul, being Paul, couldn't let it go. Damn it was she leaving him with nothing. He at least had to get a name, or a fuck, or a god damn grope of her boobs. Paul wasn't bothered which one he got, even if it was just a name. He could always get the rest of those things from her another time if he chose to, but seeing the way she was, he had his doubts she'd be the sort to want to have a good time. It all screamed at him. Innocent, purity, little miss goody two shoes.

He strolled beside her as she walked down the street, and he found himself rolling a joint. He lit it up then, and she moved further away from him when the smoke clouded around her, causing her to cough slightly. ''Do I get a name, beautiful? All should I keep calling you that? It's only fair I get a name. You know mine so it's-''

''I'm not one for fair'' she replied and smoothed down her dress. ''I'll be sure to pass that message to Christine. Goodnight, Paul.''

That was her cue telling him to kindly piss off, but Paul never listened. He still walked beside her, not paying attention to where they were going. All he was looking at were those legs that went way up to her armpits, and those biteable and fuckable titties. Paul still walked beside her another ten minutes later, and with every little smell of weed she inhaled, she started to get even more annoyed. He was like a lost dog that wouldn't leave her alone, and in her eyes, the dog wasn't adorable either.

She felt his eyes moving up and down her body, and usually this would have embarrassed her greatly, as she wasn't used to guys staring at her quite like he did, but for some odd reason, it just increased her annoyance. She found herself annoyed at Christine too, annoyed that she had been sent to do that one stupid thing. Drugs, it always came down to drugs. She just wished it hadn't of been that one customer of her friend's. He was absolutely vile, even more so when he eyed her like some starving dog. She was just waiting for him to drool, and she wasn't the least bit comfortable walking down an empty road with a strange man, in the middle of the night; especially one who looked like he was just stopping himself from jumping her bones. She could see him devouring every little thing about her, and, she guessed unlike most girls, she didn't, or wasn't one to find it flattering. He was still doing it minutes later, and then the annoyance faded, and red tinges started to appear on her cheeks. Her eyes went towards him, and he was staring at her so intently, she was sure he didn't know he was doing it. She suddenly scowled. She couldn't say it was her he was looking at. Annoyance coming back, she swung her bag over her shoulder, deliberately hitting him in the face. His eyes left her cleavage, and he grinned a shit eating grin.

Good lord she thought. What kind of people does Christine get mixed up in?

''So, beautiful, do I get a name now? It's just a name.''

Her feet stopped moving and she looked up at him. ''If I tell you it, would you most kindly leave me alone?''

Paul blinked, and then found himself laughing. His arm came around her. ''Sure, babe. Whatever.''

''Boadicea'' she muttered and removed his arm from around her.

''And she led her army through Britain, bringing destruction down upon her enemies. Roman invaders or something like that, right?'' Paul peered at her. ''Unusual name you have.''

She found herself blinking in surprise and she peered back at him. ''Where did you get that from? '' She scratched the back of her neck. ''Was that you knowing the meaning behind my name, or you actually knowing some form of history?''

Paul didn't mention that he had actually gotten that little piece of information from racking her brains, that the minute it came from her lips, he dived into her mind. That was best to be kept a secret, unless he chose to kill her straight away, which he didn't. Mainly because she was his dealers...Paul didn't have a fucking clue how the girl fitted into Christine's life, and he didn't plan to kill her until he at least got her attention, or some of her delicious booty. No, killing her hadn't even come to mind at all, nor did he plan to for the time being.

''I know some history'' Paul said with a shrug. He inhaled deeply as he took a long drag on his joint.

''When did Boadicea reign?'' She asked after several minutes of silence. ''You know she was the queen of the Iceni tribe?''

Paul stopped short and stared at her, the once, shit eating, grin slipping entirely from his lips. Her bright green eyes blinked in innocence, waiting for an answer.

Bollocks Paul thought. Better say something.

''I ain't got a clue, babe. My brother is the one for history. Catch snippets of things when he chooses to mention...something.''

''Oh.'' Her face showed she actually didn't care for his answer. She held out her hand, sticking up her nose for the third time that night, but he could see, although she didn't want to do it, it was some sort of...posh thing she did. He looked down at the white silk glove she must have slipped on when he was busy eyeing her some. It was all coming together as he looked her up and down again, when he had picked up the expressions she had made during their conversation. Hot or not, Paul had no chance of scoring with her. It was easy to see she was a posh bird, all stuck up, and uptight. Damn it though, he had to have his arms around her warm naked flesh sometime, and those tits...They were perfect in his eyes. Not too big, (not that he didn't mind those, the bigger the better) and not small when he couldn't even get a handful. They were just right, and they were just begging for a face to be dived into, and Paul was all for it...

When he did nothing, she withdrew her hand, but stopped when he suddenly grabbed it, and like the last time, planted a soft kiss on it. ''Well, I hope we see each other again.'' He pulled away from her. ''Fancy going out for dinner sometime?''

''I'm sorry!'' she looked at him. ''Do I have stupid written across my face? I don-''

''Know me'' Paul finished and closed the space between them. ''That you're being cautious because I could be dangerous, or a -He grinned wide- Psycho. Say, what are you doing with me now? On a empty street might I add.''

She looked around as he said this, and moved away from him. ''If I remember, you kept following me. Still are following me.''

''Babe, this is Santa Carla, if you're not aware.'' Paul moved back towards her. ''This is the Murder Capital of the World. You see the sign when you came into the skirts of town?''

''I did'' she answered and watched him walk around her. ''I've been here before, many times actually.''

He stopped behind her. ''Really? I ain't seen you before, and I never forget a face. Know every single person in this town...easy to remember who comes and goes, and who...stays''

''Okay.'' she turned to face him, and shied away when she found his face close to hers. ''Your point is?''

''My point is you shouldn't be walking around at this time of the night, especially how you look.''

A small frown came onto her face. ''Meaning?''

Paul laughed. ''Meaning, babe, your sex on wheels. Yummy prey for sick people.''

Her hand was waved. ''I can handle myself.'' Paul's face turned to amusement as she said this, and it increased when she pulled something out of her bag. She held it in her hand, and he found himself laughing. The girl was to innocent for her own good. He dared not to think what sort of parents she had. He could guess she was the type who had been mummy cuddled all her life, the type that had been told there were no monsters in the cloest, and was told that the world was good. He could see her saying her prayers, always having everything planned and organised. Okay, half of those things he had taken from her mind, but... Uptight was an understatement with him. She was all shiny and clean; again- one posh chickie. Still, Paul wasn't giving in to her wishes. Rejection wasn't something that came with him often, in fact rarely. No matter what it was. If it was just taking a girl out to eat, for a ride, a fuck, whatever of those, the answers were never in the form of rejection. Paul could easily say his ego had been wounded slightly, and it wasn't something he liked, or was use to. He didn't know why, but he could admit, no matter who it was, whether he disliked them slightly, he had to have everybody liking him.

It was just the way Paul rolled. And so far, he could tell he had been ticked off on her list of the 'good boys'... in her books. When it came to things like this, most times, Paul had the patience of a sin. Like he really cared who this girl was. He could get ass anywhere at anytime, all hotties as well. It was just the rejection that got to him. He couldn't walk away feeling...rejected. All he wanted to know was, what she meant to Christine, and why she was in Santa Carla, and then...work on getting her sucked into his charm. Paul wasn't that bothered if he didn't even get a screw out of her, as long as she noticed him, that was that;his main goal. Paul could easily, and he had before, hang with girls without dining on them, or fucking them. He loved chicks no matter what, and on several occasions, he had hung with them for a night without doing one of these things. All Paul wanted was to actually be properly notcied by this girl, a hottie and a stuck up bitch at that.

The scurrying of feet brought him out his reverie. A light fog found it's way onto the street, and glass crunched underneath his boots as he moved. The sound of a trash can clattering to the floor made him turn, and his eyes landed on a black small figure that moved across the road. He looked at her then. The temperature in the air had dropped slighty, leaving it cool, and he expected her to be shivering. She was actually watching him with a slight puzzled look. His response was a wide grin.

''Pepper spray won't protect you, Doll. Not from this place.''

The puzzled look vanished then. ''It's better than nothing, right?'' She slipped it back into her bag.

''Right'' he agreed and laughed again. ''Pepper spray!'' The moment you got a hold of that, they'd have you.'' He shook his head. ''Let me walk you home at least. I won't feel any better until I know you're safe''

''Wow, you're laying it on thick.'' The roll of the eyes came. ''Please, I'm quite capable of walking by myself. Thank you though for accompanying me some of the way. You're rather...

''Boring, a total prick...'' He interrupted. ''And as I just said, this is Santa Carla.''

She found herself staring at him then, wondering why he was being so nice. It was obvious, even to her, and she wasn't the least bit interested. She hadn't come to Santa Carla for guys, or partying; none of those things that went on in the town every night, that was the thing that became a tradition to do when visiting. All she wanted too do was get back to Christine, but Paul kept slowing her down by subtly asking her questions, and despite wishing she would just finally get back to her friend's house, she kept finding herself stoppping and answering, or asking things.

''Look.'' she moved towards him. ''You seem okay, really, you do, but I'm not interested in anything. I only came to you because I was doing something for Christine, and that's it.''

Paul surprised her by laughing. ''Babe, chill out. I wasn't after anything. I apologize for being friendly, ma lady, really I do. Can't have ago at a guy for being friendly and looking out for a beautiful woman''

She scanned his face to see if he was somehow teasing her, but it seemed he meant every word that he said. ''Yes, well thank you for that. Really, thank you, but...Now, I have to go.''

Keeping the disgust off her face she tiptoped and lightly pressed her lips to his cheek, feeling the heat rush to hers. Goodbye, Paul.'' she laughed softly, and smiled the first smile he had ever seen on her face

''Thanks again'' She laughed once more and then walked away. This time Paul didn't follow. He still stood where he was, watching her leave, noting the way she seemed to skip slightly. Her feet pounded softly on the floor, and he still stayed where he was when she rounded the corner and disappeared from out of sight.

''One point!'' Paul pumped his fist in the air. ''Ha, you got somewhere, you devil. A kiss and a smile!'' Paul re lit his joint, and grinned widely. Maybe he had more of a chance getting this girls attention than what he thought.

''Did you see her titties?'' Paul kept his eyes on the spot she had been in when the guys came to a stop behind him.' 'Man, I gotta get me some of that ass, or something''

''Judging by your conversation, the girl seems to dislike you, Paul.'' David came to a stand next to him. ''Does the rejection sting?''

Paul made a face. ''I'll get her under my charm, you wait. I got a kiss though, and a smile. she looks more hot when she smiles.''

''Hmmm. Perhaps she was doing it because, the way she is, its politeness in her case'' David answered and brought a cigarette to his lips.

Marko snickered and smacked him on the shoulder. ''Bud, you've got no chance. Not even yourself, believe me. I've seen these type of girls. They're the type I go for, and-''

''Whoa!'' Paul turned to face him. ''All I want is her attention, proper attention.''

''Why can't you just leave it?'' Marko nicked the joint from between his fingers. ''Who cares if some girl didn't notice you. It's one sensible girl at that. I wouldn't say she's your type personality wise. She's as wooden as anything. To-

''Uptight, posh, snobby, innocent.'' Paul waved his hand. ''Yeah, I pretty damn got everything from her mind. I can't take rejection, bud, I just can't. It's me!''

''You love yourself far too much'' Marko said with a shake of the head. ''Rejection...What is she to your dealer?''

Paul stopped. ''Bollocks! I was supposed to find out. Probably a friend I'm guessing, but Christine ain't ever mentioned her to me.''

''So, how are you going to go about this?'' Dwayne muttered and kicked a glass bottle against the wall, watching it smash to pieces

''Show her I ain't after anything, but a friend.''

Marko laughed loudly at his comment. ''And are you after something?''

''Her attention'' Paul said.

''Right.'' Marko laughed again and smacked him harder on the shoulder. ''Just her attention''

''Hey!'' Paul scowled. ''I don't bang and eat every chick I meet. ''God, there'd be none left in Santa Carla otherwise.'' Saying that all those tourists we dine and fuc...He blinked. ''Attention first, and then I'll go from there.''

''All planned out, huh?'' Marko handed him back the joint. ''Every time you cease to amaze me when it comes to the things you'd do when it's around girls.''

Right. I didn't want to make Paul as always seeing girls as food and sex and stuff. I mean, to me, I see him doing those things, but not every girl he would come across. I mean of course, Paul being Paul, he would forever be checking a girl out if she's good looking but, in this chapter, I did want him to sort of see her as... I don't know. No, I mean genuinely be a slight gentleman. How did it play out to you?

Anyway, what was the interaction like between the two? Did it come across as natural, or awful and rushed?

Yes, my OC is a bit...uptight. Okay, very, but I made her like that for the story to come along. Paul hates rejection, and I wanted her like that from a change by some OC's thorning over the boy's, following them everywhere, instantly loving them...blah, blah, blah. You get my drift. Yes, I shall be going through this again, as I feel you will spot some words incorrect.