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Hate

If there was one thing in this world I was positive about, it was that I hated Paul Walker. Paul was the player of the school who was know for his temper, I had found this out my first day at La Push High just about a year ago. By this fact alone I had decided I didn't like him. I had known my fair share of players at my last school and I didn't want to know another one.

But Paul, for some strange reason, can't take no for an answer. Every single day I get asked on a date by him, and today was no exception.

I slung my backpack off my shoulder and hung it on the hook inside my gray locker. I unzipped the worn and ragged black backpack and grabbed my Calculus book from it. I stuffed the text book on the small shelf above my hook and grabbed my other book out and placed them in the bottom of my locker. If there was one thing I liked, it was order. When my life was in shambles it was something I could always count on. And my life was often in shambles.

"Hey Kara" said an annoyingly familiar voice. I would have recognized that voice anywhere, unfortunately.

That was the first mistake I ever made in La Push, telling Paul my name. Although he probably would have found it out sooner or later.

I felt he didn't deserve a response from me this morning. I was already in a bad mood and he was making it worse.

Paul leaned against my neighbor's locker and gave me a cheeky, annoying smile. A smile he gave me everyday. A smile that made me want to punch him in the jaw.

He's not worth the suspension, I told myself.

"So, Kara, what are you doing this weekend?" he asked casually. It was Friday and I really didn't want to spend my weekend with Paul.

"Avoiding you." I snapped angrily.

I'll be the first to admit that I was a bitch. It was my cold, cynical personality that made most people run for the hills and my angry and opinionated comments that kept them there. But Paul wasn't like most people. In fact he seemed oddly persistent on getting in my pants.

"Oh, Kara, you're wounding my ego." he feigned hurt.

"Good" I snapped picking up my books for my next class.

"How about this, you go on one date with me and I'll never talk to you again. If that's what you want." he said with a small smirk. Oh, that was really tempting. Paul never talk to me again, has God finally answered my prayers? Better question, what did a 'date' with Paul Walker entail. I was certainly not screwing him, that was out of the question. It was a tuff decision. Part of me wanted to get Paul out of my life and the other part didn't want to fuck him for that to happen.

"What would we do on this 'date'?" I asked closing my locker.

"Is that a yes?" he brightened at the possibility, his smile changing for a fraction of a second from cheeky smile to excited grin. But as fast as it appeared it vanished almost as if he didn't want to show me who he really was. Which left me wondering what kind of person Paul was. Had I misjudged him? I doubted it. But for less than a second Paul seemed like a nice guy. A guy I might consider dating. Or it could have been fluke. I idly wondered if there was a bet behind this.

Paul, despite being an asshole to half the school's population, was a pretty gorgeous guy. A guy any normal girl would kill to date. But, then again I'm not normal girl.

"No." I said coldly. Something emotion flashed in his eyes, but he buried it before I could decipher what it was.

"Well, we could go to the beach. Or to a bonfire at the cliffs. Or to Port Angeles for dinner, my treat. Whatever you want." he shrugged. I eyed him suspiciously.

I sighed. "Fine. I'll go on a date with you." He smirked at me. "But, I'm warning you Paul, if you don't follow through with your end of the deal, I'm getting a restraining order." And on that note a turned on my heal and stocked off to class.

"I'll pick you up at eight!" he yelled after me.

What have I just gotten myself into? I thought in horror as I hurried off to Government.

I got to class just before the first bell rang and I slumped to the back of the classroom to claim a decent seat. This was the most boring class I had today. The fact it was eight twenty in the morning paired with the fact Mr. McGregor has a very monotone voice could easily put anyone to sleep. Since this was the only class I didn't have Paige - my best friend- with I had no one to talk to. Unless I wanted to talk to Jared -Paul's best friend- and his girlfriend Kim. Sometime I swear they were attached at the hip, because I never saw one without the other. I often wondered the reason for the attachment.

Mr. McGregor was droning on about Congress and politics, his absolute favorite subjects, when I received a text message from Paige. My phone vibrated once in my pocket silently. I slipped it out smoothly and checked the screen.

R u going on a date w/ Paul?!

This was one thing I hated about small towns, there were no secrets. Nobody was paying attention to the teacher's lecture and really, the teacher didn't notice. You could do just about anything in McGregor's class and get away with it.

MaybeI answered.

While I waited for Paige to flip out and ask if I was insane I actually took notes. My phone vibrated and I picked it up.

OMFG! R u sick?

I took a deep breath before answering.

No

I quickly scribbled down the chart Mr. McGregor was drawing on the board. He loved to put crap like this on tests.

Tell me why! She texted me.

I rolled my eyes at message. It was so Paige it wasn't even funny.

In Spanish I answered quickly.

Knowing Paige would surly bring it up in Spanish anyway I didn't feel like talking about it twice. I shut my phone off and started doodling on the margins of my notes.

When the bell finally rang everyone ran out of the room. I was so excited because Mr. McGregor had been so wrapped up in his lecture that he had forgotten to assign homework that I forgot about what I promised to talk with Paige about next period. I headed to my locker to grab my books.

I turned and walked down the hallway to Spanish.

I took the seat next to Paige right before the bell rang. Mrs. Kent was an awful Spanish teacher. She couldn't speak Spanish to save her life. Paige and I however were fluent in Spanish. Me from years of Spanish at my last school and Paige from her mother. As long as we spoke Spanish we could talk about anything. If Mrs. Kent told us to stop talking we would just tell her we were discussing the assignment, she knew we were lying, but had no way to prove it. If she told the school board she didn't know what we were talking about then she would lose her job.

Paige stood up and put her hand on my forehead to see if I had a fever. Once she was satisfied that I wasn't sick she launched into a conversation.

"Talk" she commanded me in Spanish.

"Ok, this is the deal. If I go on a date with him he promised to never talk to me again." I said in Spanish.

"Well, that explained why you said yes, but have you thought this through? This is Paul, he's going to want to have sex with you." Paige said in Spanish. Paul also had this class with us and, at the mention of his name smiled and winked at me. Paul, like Mrs. Kent obviously can't speak Spanish. I glared at him.

"Oh, believe me, I know. That's why I'm taking pepper spray with me." I said still glaring at Paul. I said this in English for his benefit. He cringed at the words pepper spray.

"Well, I guess that would work if he starts to get… frisky." Paige said in Spanish as she waggled her eyebrows at me suggestively. I turned my glare to her and I saw Paul, out of the corner of my eye, look confused. He opened his English-Spanish dictionary out and started flipping pages.

"Lover boy over there is dying to get in you pants Kara" Paige said.

"Well, that's not going to happen." I replied coldly. Mrs. Kent took out her English-Spanish dictionary and started to look up parts of our conversation. Not that it was easy to catch a word we said, we talked pretty fast.

"I wouldn't knock it till you've tried it Kara. I've heard he's pretty good in bed." she said glancing in Paul's direction.

"Are you suggesting I have sex with him?!" I asked her in a tone that questioned her sanity.

"It might not be bad for you. You need to loosen up." she said defensively.

"I can't believe you!" I accused. "Aren't you supposed to be my best friend?!"

"Of course… it's just, well lets face it Kara, you aren't a virgin. And I think getting laid would be good for you." she said sliding her chair away from me, because she knew I wanted to attack her.

"I thought we weren't going to discuses that conversation ever again. You weaseled that out of me!" I scowled at her.

"I did not!"she said fake pouting at me. Despite the fact I knew she was faking I couldn't help but soften my facial expression.

"Paige, you got me drunk off of rum from your father's liquor cabinet." I said narrowing my eyes at her.

"It's not my fault you're easily acceptable to the effects of alcohol." she pouted again. I sighed giving up.

"In my defense you've had sex before. At least I was eighteen." I huffed crossing my arms across my chest and looking away from her.

"I don't blame you, he probably spiked your drink. God knows you'll say or do just about anything when your hammered." she said jotting down something that Mrs. Kent was writing on the board. She had given up on trying to figure out what we were talking about a long time ago. Paul however was still flipping through his dictionary while pretending to be looking up words for the assignment.

"I was drunk. I don't want to talk about sex anymore. Can we please change the subject?" I asked softy. It was a touchy subject.

"Sure." she said probably thinking about this new piece of information about me. I started doing the assignment, it was extremely easy. Me and Paige had an odd relationship. She was my very best friend, this side of my brother, and knew almost everything about me. Just like I knew everything about her. But there were certain subjects I didn't like to talk about, like the reason I moved to La Push in the first place, and Paige respected that. Which is one reason I dealt with her shit. Paige was the only person I met my first day of school here that I actually liked, because she took my shit and dealt it right back to me. We both were rebels and it seemed fitting that we would get along. We often had arguments but for the most part I enjoyed them. I liked arguing with someone on the same intellectual level as me. But I didn't like talking about my past.

"So were are you going on your hot date?" she asked. I shrugged.

"You should go up on the cliffs to were people park their cars. I'll steal some alcohol from my dad if you want. He'll never notice." she smirked. I wrote down the last answer for the assignment. Although getting wasted before my date sounded tempting but I would pass. Paige was right, I would say or do just about anything when I was wasted.

"I thought you were going to drop this." I said exasperated.

"I wasn't talking about sex, miss thing." she snapped her fingers quietly. "You're the one with the dirty mind."

"I've got the dirty mind? Please you're the one with that problem." I rolled my eyes at her. "Are you done?" I asked motioning towards her paper with a quick nod. She smirked at me and I shook my head.

And she thinks I have the dirty mind, I could only imagine what she was thinking. She handed me her paper and I went up and turned them in. Mrs. Kent gave me a jealous look. I gave her a kind, fake smile and sat back down next to Paige.

I took out my head phones and put one bud in my ear an handed the other bud to Paige. She excepted, like usual and we chilled and listened to music. After a few songs she sighed.

"What?" I asked.

"How do you listen to this crap?" she asked perplexed.

"Excuse me? This is awesome music, you just don't have any taste." I said. I loved music as much as I loved order. No matter how many times you listen to a song it never changes. The beat, the rhythm, and the lyrics are always the same.

"Put on something better. From this century." she pleaded.

"I don't know what you have against the eighties." I shook my head and changed the music. Paige smiled and shook out her hair. Paige had dirty blond hair, dark tan skin, and bright blue eyes. Paige looked like a typical cheerleader, only she wasn't a cheerleader, she was in the marching band with me.

"Uh, besides the fact I wasn't alive back then?" she scoffed.

"Whatever" I said not bothering to translate it into Spanish. The bell rang and I gathered by books. Paige handed me the ear bud she had been using and I stuffed it in my pocket turning my mp3 player off with my other hand. I didn't bother going to my locker before third period because it was gym. I hated gym even though I'm good at sports. I walked with Paige to her looker where she dumped her shit in haphazardly. She was a slob, something that always bothered me. I looked away from the chaotic mess that was nearly spilling out of her locker and down the hallway. I couple down there was making out. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Paige as she pulled her Calculus book out from the mess. I cringed at the papers that splayed out everywhere.

"You need a little chaos in your life." Paige said with her trademark smirk after seeing my reaction.

"I have enough as is, thank you." I said as I helped her closer her locker. The bottom still jutted out unable to make contact with the frame. Paige smiled that the top actually locked. I shook my head and started towards the gym, it wouldn't matter if we were late because Mr. Kenly wouldn't notice anyway. But I didn't want to be caught in the hallway by the vice principal.

Gym was boring me and Paige ended up sitting out after we faked injuries. I helped Paige with her Calculus homework. She kept complaining that she would never use it and even I, math geek extraordinaire, couldn't argue. One reason I disliked gym was it was a mixed grade level class. That meant seniors like me and Paige had this class with freshmen and all grades in-between. So we had the unfortunate pleasure of having this class with Collin, Brady, Jacob, and Embry, all friends of Paul. I didn't have anything against them, really, except for their shitty taste in friends. So after Mr. Kenly told everyone to get dressed, with the exception of me Paige, who were already dressed they all walked over to where we were.

"Hey Kara," Collin greeted, I gave a fake smile "Hey Paige." he said with a bit more enthusiasm. Paige beamed up at him, she was the biggest flirt I knew. Guys were practically putty in her hand. They sat all around us as if we did this everyday, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I had to contain my anger.

The bell rang and I hopped off the bleachers and made a beeline for the cafeteria. Paige was quickly followed instep with me.

"Slow down!" she hissed. "You're practically running. You know I don't run." I slowed my pace for her.

"Sorry" I mumbled.

"What are you in such a hurry for anyway? Meeting Paul in the supply closet after lunch for a quickie." she teased.

I glared at her and she just smiled at me.

"Ugh, I'd rather chop my foot off." I said disgusted. "Besides I thought we agreed to drop this."

"Oh, sorry I forgot." she said sounding sincere. I shrugged and got into line. After ordering my chicken, and paying I sat down at our usual table with Paige right behind me. I bit into my chicken patty quickly, I hadn't had any breakfast this mourning and I was practically starving. Paige at her salad slowly.

"How do you eat that?" I asked looking at her rabbit food.

"I could ask you the same question." she sighed. "If I ate like you did then I would be the size of a building."

I smirked "I love having a fast metabolism."

"I'm jealous" she admitted. I sighed, the fact that I couldn't gain weight was one think I really liked about myself.

After lunch I went and got my Calculus book out of my locker While Paige was flirting with Henry, a boy from our grade. I rolled my eyes at her behavior and closed my locker.

I love Calculus, it was my favorite class. I had always been good at math. Paige struggled with numbers, she hated math with a passion. If she didn't study and work on her homework she would probably end up failing this class. I help Paige as best I could and she often came over to my house to study.

"Last class of the day, I can't wait until the weekend!" she said slipping into her chair. I laughed.

Calculus blurred by too quickly, but I wasn't complaining.

I put my crap in my locker and left my book bag on the hook, I didn't have any homework this weekend because I had finished it all in class. Lucky me.

I waited by my locker for Paige, she had insisted on coming over to my house today. I hadn't bothered arguing. While I was leaning against my locker, empty-handed, Paul came over. At first I hadn't noticed him, I was to busy looking down the hallway to where Paige would materialize.

"Hey" he said huskily. My stomach filled with butterflies. That in itself was enough for me to be pissed. Why was I attracted to someone I hate?

"What?" I snapped.

"I was just wondering," he said smoothly, ignoring my angry tone. "what you wanted to do on our date tonight."

"I don't care." I said honestly.

He looked hurt for a fraction of a second. "That's cool. I'll surprise you."

"I'm not easily surprised" I said coolly.

"Well, I always enjoy a challenge." he said before walking off.

"What was that about?" Paige asked as she came to stand next to me. She looked down the hall at Paul's retreating figure.

I shrugged, the easiest answer. I walked out of the school.

"Kara?" Paige said. I knew where this was going, we went through this every Friday. "Do you smell that, Kara?"

"What, your b.o.?" I teased.

"No silly. Freedom." she sniffed the air. "It's the greatest smell in the world." I shook my head lightly but the big grin on my face wouldn't go away.

"God, you're such a dork" I laugh.

"And this is the precise reason you love me!" she said smiling.

"Come on dork, I want to get to my house before it rains." I said heading towards the parking lot. Paige snorted.

"Yeah, cause that is so going to happen." she teases slipping into the passenger seat of my Comet.

The drive to my house was quick. I grabbed my keys and slipped out of the car. I ran up to the house and under the overhang.

It was pouring.

I hastily unlocked the door and walked into the small, cozy living room.

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