A/N: Not really much to say hope you like, it if not…

The bell rings and I haul ass t o there. How in the fuck am I supposed to respond to that? I make it to the library, and get to the nonfiction area where no one will bother me, so I can sort out all this shit Paul just threw at me.

I feel a familiar arm go around me.

"What's going on babe?" I look up and see Jackson. I never told him any of the shit that was going on with Paul ever, I wonder if he'll be mad that I hid it, I can't lose my best friend.

"Talk to me Soph, I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's going on baby."

"You promise not to hate me?" I ask looking up at him.

"Never Soph, but you're scaring me, did you run over my iPod again!"

"No you idiot! Ummm, you remember when we were kids, all those rumors that went on about Paul's parents when we were kids."

Jackson nods confused.

I feel guilty telling him about this about what Paul and I had, but this is the only secret I've ever kept from him.

"Well some of it was true his dad used to beat his mother and Paul, but rarely did he ever get the chance to hit Paul, Paul's mother and my mothers are best friends and she would bring Paul to our house to keep him safe when Paul's father got really bad in the third grade, and we would sleep together."

"You were screwing Paul in the third grade!"

"No you fucking idiot listen, and lower your voice." I huffed "It wasn't like that we'd just lay together cuddle I guess, but it was more than that it was a feeling, he was my first kiss." I whispered.

"How long did you guys do whatever this was?" he asked me he sounded a little pissed.

"Till his father killed himself." I said a few tears rolling down my cheeks remembering the horrified expression on Paul's face when he heard the news.

"That was in the seventh grade Sophie, and you never told me, we tell each other everything."

"I know and I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be right of me to tell anyone, not when he was at his weakest, but now he wants me back."

"I thought you said that you guys weren't like that."

"We weren't it's complicated. I guess he wants me to be there for him again, to listen." Jackson took a deep breath and pulled me on to his lap arms circling around me.

"Ya' wanna know what I think you should do sweetheart."

"Yes," I said hugging him back.

"You should talk to him, you don't have to touch him if you don't want, and so why not be his makeshift therapist, maybe he'll stop being such a jackass."

"Okay, I'll do it."

"But you should totally charge his ass though like sixty bucks an hour you'll be rolling in the dough." I laughed as he started doing his stupid money dance.

"So what do you want to do now that we skipped class?" I asked him.

"We could ditch the rest of the day."He suggested smirking, but I knew he was serious his parents wouldn't care. He was their pride and joy since they couldn't have children. He's been spoiled rotten since the day he was adopted by them.

"Sure let's go to my place though, my parents won't be home till three thirty."

"The fuck, the little fucker just shot me, oh I'm coming for that ass bitch!" I hear Jackson scream from my living room where he's playing Call of Duty. I'm glad my parents aren't here to hear him curse like this or my mother would have his balls.

I hear a knock at the door and go to answer it, and there is Paul. He's standing there staring at me with that intense look in his eyes that makes me feel loved and creeped –the- hell out at the same time. Until he hears Jackson's curses coming from the living room then his mood shifts to anger.

"Where did you go during school?" He asks like he's my father.

"Jack and I decided to ditch the rest of the day. I'm surprised you noticed, you never noticed before." I say angrily. How dare he come to my house and start questioning me like a criminal?

"It be hard not to fucking notice. Out of the seven classes in our schedule we have five of them together, and you don't need to be missing school." He says while shaking violently, but I couldn't bring myself to care cause he had just managed to piss me off enough to where my only option was to give him shit right back.

"First of all you don't get to be all high and fucking mighty since you ditch school on a regular fucking bases, and secondly what you are doing at my door you fucking prick." By this time I have noticed the war sound in the back ground have stopped and I can feel jack behind be flanking me on the right.

Paul smirked "We we're suppose to meet today remember, Mondays after school your place." He says leaning against the door frame like a cocky bastard.

Fuck I did agree to that didn't I

"Come in." I mutter moving out of the way to let him brush by me.

"Do you want me to go?" He asks.

"Yeah you can go."

"Cool, I'm gonna go see what Stacy Wood is up to ." he says a sly look on his face

"Probably looking for a dick to suck," I say rolling my eye

"And why on earth shouldn't it be mine?"

"get out of my how house." He, laughs bouncing out the door

"I'll call you to night babe."

"Okay."I say then shut the door and see Paul staring at me.

"Is it too late to call Jackson back?" I think as hear his car screech down the road.

Sailor: So Paul, what do you think about Jackson?

Paul: Are you planning to kill him off soon, the little cock blocker.

Sailor: I wasn't really planning on it. Maybe you should be nicer to him I mean they do seem pretty close.

Paul: Exactly too fucking close, that's my girl.

Sailor: *smirking* So you like her, did you imprint on her Pauly.

Paul: Stop putting words in my fucking mouth, I never fucking said that.

Sailor: You know Paul I think you should be a little nicer to me , considering I'm the one who gets to decide if you're gonna be getting any anytime soon. *huffs crossing my arms*

Paul:*whips off his shirt * Come on sailor, I think you and I both know the answer to that. *smirking*

Sailor: *fanning herself* Ummm , till next time.

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