A Utopian Unova NOT Chapter 4, a pokémon fanfic

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, story alerted, and favorited my story! It means soooo much and the more you do it, the faster it makes me want to update! Thanks for reading the three previous chapters and I hope you will stick with me for the many more chapters to come. Here's chapter 4, I hope anyone who reads it, enjoys it!

Note: This story will probably not have any lemon. If that ever changes, I will be sure to put a warning in the chapter that withholds such a scene. But for now, things will just get really sexy!

Paul's POV

Our four day week has ended and Troublesome has become an item-everyone knows her, everyone talks about her, every girl envies her, and every guy wants her. How can anyone ever consider her an archetype of perfection? Whatever, it doesn't matter; even pondering the suggestion that Troublesome withholds some sort of reflection of excellence in of itself is ridiculous. Not to mention, her rendez-vous with various guys, which is an everyday thing, has gotten immensely irritating. I do not want to constantly see her making out with some other guy on the floor.

As I woke up, I looked out my window and saw a massive downfall of water and thunder. Damn it, it's raining like hell, now I'm not going to be able to train my Pokemon. It's Friday too, so I don't have to go to school; what am I going to do? Sit around all day and do nothing?

I walked into the living room and saw Troublesome on the couch reading something.

"Well Troublesome, it's quite an early hour for you to be up. Are you feeling alright? Usually you sleep in and lose track of time," I said sarcastically while smirking.

….

"Troublesome? Are you stupid, did you hear me?" I growled. I do not like it when people intentionally ignore me; it's fuckingaggravating.

"TROUBLESOME!"

She swished her head towards me and looked at me oddly for screaming. Oh…she was listening to her ipod, that's why she couldn't hear me.

"What?" she said with a pout.

"Never mind."

I walked over to the couch and sat next to her. Turning on the TV, I started to look for something to watch. I found a trainer's channel and began watching it, however I was immediately distracted as I heard a continuous sound of beeps. Coming from the bathroom, I went over to see what it was. It's Troublesome's phone. I picked it up. There was an unremitting sound of beeps because she was receiving a text message nearly every minute. Despite thinking about the consequences, I started to read her incoming text messages.

To: Dawn

From: Danny

Hey! Do you want to hang out today? I know I've texted you every day this week and you haven't responded, but I won't give up. Maybe see a movie or….? Text me back, I'll do whatever you want to do. ;)

To: Dawn

From: Isabelle

DAWN! I have been texting you all week, why haven't you responded to any of my text messages? I'm sure I have the right number…..

To: Dawn

From: Pierre

Hope you're taking a liking to this place. Maybe I can show you the things to do around here this weekend? Yeah?

To: Dawn

From: Charles

Dawn, my babe. Let's hang :D

To: Dawn

From: Scarlett

Dawwnnnnnn! Let's go shopping! When are you available? Love ya!

The inbox was full of unread text messages the she started receiving ever since we came here. After the first fifteen messages I got bored and stopped. I don't understand, why have a phone if you're not even going to use it?

"Troublesome! Do something with this annoying piece of shit," I said as I tossed her the phone. "Why haven't you answered any of your messages," I asked.

"I have my reasons," she said while keeping her eye contact on the magazine she was reading.

"Why?"

Dropping her magazine, she looked me directly in the eye and responded. "You wouldn't understand, so let the subject drop."

"No. When I ask I question I expect a fucking answer in return. So, why?" I said as I inched myself closer to her while scowling.

She didn't respond, so I asked another question. "Fine. Why are you such a slut then? I've seen you throw yourself at so many guys in the past four days. What's the reason behind it? Also, I know you have a severe fixation on receiving attention to feed your own self-flattery, so why haven't you joined any of those stupid cliques? Those girls basically fawn over every aspect of you. It's perfect for your daily possession of self-indulgence. Clearly, your decadence knows no bounds. "

Abruptly, she stood up and made complete eye contact with me. Sapphire clashed in a war with onyx. With her hands clenching, she placed herself exactly in front of me, and spoke.

"You have no ideawho I am or what I have been through in my life. There is unquestionably no point in responding to anyone's messages, because even possessing some sort of friendship or relationship is stupid. I have been hurt so many times that I have come to the conclusion: humans are deceitful, treacherous, and selfish. People will do anything to take advantage of you, and unfortunately I have been the aftermath of that."

During her little monologue, the intensity in her eyes slowly evolved into an anguished aura of misery, guilt, and agony. She detached her eyes from mine when her voice cracked; she was on the verge of crying.

Sharply, she retook her spot on the couch, snatched her magazine, and resumed reading. Evidently, she obviously wasn't in a good mood, but I didn't want to stop. This was interesting; what was Troublesome hiding behind those sapphire eyes?

I snickered, "You're such a weakling. I have no idea how you managed to get so far in your career; you must have a perpetual allocation of luck. You know what I hate about you the most?" I said, but she didn't reply and kept her eyes on her magazine.

"People think you're so perfect, but in actuality you're nothing but an egocentric, spoiled monster who's obviously tarnished by her childhood. If you want me to feel sympathy for you, good luck because I don't give a shit," I said roughly.

Vulgarly, she threw her magazine in my face and darkly sneered. A burning fire was enraging her eyes. It was like something went off in her and she mentally exploded. My remarks weren't even that harsh, but then I shouldn't be the one to judge. One thing is sure; she didn't sleep well last night. Her emotions became shattered and scattered. Contouring from the deepest levels of sadness to the highest levels of irritation, her face was the outlet that displayed her mental roller coaster.

Damn it, I must have pried on the wrong nerve. To out-lash and release her emotions, she attacked me with a rant. However, this rant wasn't anything ordinary like our usual disputes. This was one of her most heated replies; her bubbly, happy persona that she regularly illustrates evolved into a facade of despair.

"Well, you know WHAT? People always think you're sooo cool and collected, but in actuality you're nothing but a splotch of unease and strain to live up to the expectation that your father once set. You aren't human, you lack all the necessary emotions. Your desire for a detachment of such emotions is so strong, that it's nearlypalpable. Additionally, you have absolutelyno rightto ever judge me. You know why I decided not to further try to develop a relationship with the other people at this school? Well, it's because all my life I have been taken advantage of; been used and then discarded."

She dropped her knees to the ground and cupped her face downward, attempting to hold back the oncoming tears.

"My mother loathedme the second I was born. I was a gargantuan inaccuracy that corrupted her life, a life where she never yearned for a child. In her eyes, she decried me as an inferior and it became her hobby to brand my heart of her devious plans. Her hatred towards me never ceased, but rather intensified through her quest to make my world a living hell. It came to the point that she was so offended by the fact that I was breathing, that she became infuriated with my being. In result, she besmirched everything that meant so much to me. Due to my infatuation with my father, she saw no choice, but to eliminate it. Tying me up against a chair, she made me watch the prosecution of my own father, the only person who ever believed in my dream of becoming a coordinator. She brutally, but slowly killed my father in front of me. My dream of become a coordinator was so preposterous in her mind that the second she learned of it, she became inundated with the desire to use it as her platform to sabotage my image-an image that was scarred of humiliation in its primitive years. Whether it was tearing my extremely expensive dresses into scraps or tarring my teeth, she never failed to degrade my position as a coordinator. Daily, we would engage in arguments that involved screaming, slapping, and throwing objects. Eventually, it turned into physical abuse."

Momentarily, she looked in the depths of my eyes. Her eyes were teeming with water; tears gently slid down her celestial face. She tried to straight out her breathing, which proved to be hard due to the state she was in, and continued.

"Things at school never got any better ever. The relationships with my so called friends were driven by levity and a goal to ultimately establish a relationship with me, but then destroy it and put a sharp knife into my back. Girls mocked me, demeaned me, and vandalized my locker and homework. There are sooo many appalling stories that have happened to me, but I rather not bore you with the details.

"However, there was one incident that I will never forget. One of the girls, who I thought was my friend, took advantage of this fake friendship and slipped some alcohol into my orange juice. At the young age of eleven, I was drunk as hell. The girl then gathered her other friends and dumped me at some guy's house and videotaped me getting unconsciously taken advantage of. Fortunately, we never went the whole way; we never had sex."

"Due to various occasions of the same mental and physical abuse around me, I attempted suicide. But someone stopped me; someone who I thought would be the one person I could look up to, the one person who I thought was truly my friend-Lucas. He may have stopped my suicide attempt, but that doesn't mean he truly cared about me."

She was now full on crying. I didn't want to continue to listen to her little life story and see her rush of tears, but I couldn't leave. And I have no damn idea why.

"Later, I found out that somehow my father survived and my mother made sure that his death would be much more horrifying this time. She got me and my father in the same room. She tied him up and gave me an ultimatum. Handing me a gun, she told me to shoot him and if I didn't then there would be dire repercussions. Refusing, she flashed a knife in my eyes and jabbed in into my waist. I screamed in pain and crashed to the floor.

"My father yelled at me to just do it, because my life was more important than his. He wanted nothing more than my happiness and a life of good fortune. He did so many things to protect me from my mother, but ultimately he couldn't protect himself. Blood rapidly escaped my wound; I grew faint and saw the unremitting fear in his eyes-fear that is indescribable. My father continued his yelling, and before I completely passed out, I did it. I demolished the only thing that ever cared about me, the one thing that to this day gives me purpose to continue doing what I do. I knew that everyone around me loved to take advantage of me for their own well-being and selfish souls, but I had fallen under that same category. I know my father wanted me to do it, but I can't help but feel ashamed. Ashamed that I cavedin and did whatever everyone else did to me."

"No matter how hard I tried to make friends, everyone always sought to ruin me mentally and physically. At the time, I didn't have Pokemon to seek refuge to so I had nobody. There were, and still are, numerous accounts of people trying to take advantage of me. Although, I'm still not the naïve girl I once was, I'm much more mentally stronger. So the reason I have slept with various guys is because, why not take advantage of them before they take advantage of me. I like to feel in control. The majority of my life I have never been in control, but through men and coordinating, I have all the control in the world. I don't think that deems me a whore or slut, I'm just protecting myself. But, if any guy wishes to continue to go out and do things, I will comply, but will use minimal effort to formulate any relationship. My efforts only involve flirting, because flirting is devious and enigmatic. Through flirting, I can do whatever I want without having to suffer any major consequences."

"I soon understood that there is no such thing as love, there is only lust. I will never love anything, except for my Pokemon. In this world, people are too selfish to be completely relied upon for anything. That's when, at the age of twelve, I ran away to venture on my journey of becoming a coordinator. It's also when I meet Ash and Brock, whom of which I was hesitant to travel with, but since I had no idea where anything was in Sinnoh, I joined them."

Her crying immediately stopped. She stood up and I saw her eyes. They were currently brimming will immeasurable amounts of animosity and repulsion. Her voice was no longer cracked, but rather remitting a force of authority and confidence; she was nearly yelling.

"And why in hell did I tell you all this? Well it's because I am sick of tired of putting up with your shit. You constantly assault me, tease me, and never fail to make me feel useless. Well, it's enough!For the past four days, you have pushed me to my limit and I can't takeit anymore. AND DON'T YOU EVER SAY I'M A SELF-CENTERED BRAT! I have worked my ass off to get to where I am. I had nothing the majority of my life; no money, no confidence, no relationships, no real motives, no nothing. If coordinating didn't enter my life, I would be nothing, so I splurge on what I have and I see nothing wrong with that. Through the toughest times, I pulled through, but it was only because of the fact that I wanted to please my Pokemon, but more importantly, my father, who I know would want the best for me."

"Furthermore, you caught me on the worst day because this day is the day that I k-killedmy father. So why not try provoking me even more, huh? I know you would love that. I know what you can do..….. you see this necklace."

She pointed at the diamond D necklace dangling around her neck.

"It's the one thing that my mother didn't destroy. The one and only think that is left of my father. So if you really want to piss me off you should destroy it. I know that would make you soooo happy. My misery is just so satisfying to you, isn't it?"

She was beyond outraged. She was passed her breaking point, it was painful to watch; painful to see how hurt she was; painful to know what she went through.

"So does that answer you fucking questions?" she said while breaking into another fit of tears.

Her tears stained her beautiful face, a face that was now contoured into a swirl of depression. Hastily, she opened the door to our dorm and ran out.

Wow, what the hell? I'm not even sure what just happened, but somehow I feel as if it's my fault. Bullshit …. Regardless of the tragic events she went through, it shouldn't be my problem or any of my concern. I may love to impugn her, pointing out her various shortcomings, flaws, and weaknesses, but if she is so strong, she should be able to withstand it. I may be unorthodox in doing such, but it's just so damn fun to get her mad. There's nothing more to say; there is no reason to feel sympathize with her. She is an inconsequential individual within my life, but then why do I fell guilty for judging her? Goddamn it, I'm finding myself in damn danger of empathizing for her. Fuck, I will not feel guilty!

However, what is admirable is that despite everything she went through, she's still able to be optimistic and plaster a happy face on everyday. Although, I think the reason she acts so flirty with guys is to make up for the lack of attention from her childhood. I groaned; I really don't want to think about this. Raining or not, I'm going to go train my Pokemon.

I trained my Pokemon all day and I was quite pleased with the outcome. The constant downfall of rain and thunder made them much more reliant on their instincts, thus making them execute my every command flawlessly. Precision and power-the two most imperative things a Pokemon can ever possess, and today, they all showed such qualities.

Walking back to the dorm, I tensed. I did not want to continue Troublesome's argument from this morning. But she would of have had to of calmed down by now, unless she's thatweak.

I was wrong; she wasn't even in our room, everything was exactly the same when I left. Shit, it's already 10:00pm, where the hell is she? Whatever, I shouldn't give a shit. Since she wasn't engaging in her usual sex session with some random guy, the place was completely quiet and I was able to fall asleep effortlessly.

Two days passed; it's 10:00 on a Sunday night. Where in hell did she go? And to think that I thought she was stronger than that. So what? She had a mental breakdown, that doesn't mean you go and disappear for three days. Troublesome is beyond a weakling, she's a loser. When she does come back, she's probably going to mope around and be all depressed. As painful to think about, it's even more painful to say aloud. I miss screwing around with Troublesome. Making her mad, teasing her, and checking her out when she isn't looking. I may fucking hate her, but I have to acknowledge the fact that she's different from anyone I've ever known. But since she has been gone, I have been able to focus on training my Pokemon, which has been gratifying since they've been refining their every move. Also, since I had a bunch of extra time, I was able to finish all my homework, including that damn fifteen paper on Pokemon sex. You have no ideahow painful that was to write about.

As I was walking to my room, I heard someone open the door to my dorm. Without wasting a second, I hid behind the coach and peeked my head out at an angle so only I could see the incoming people.

The door opened and in walked Troublesome and that jet black haired guy. What was his name? Pierre….or some shit like that? I don't really care.

"Thanks so much for spending the weekend with me, Pierre. I had so much fun," Troublesome purred as she pulled him onto the couch. SHIT. I tensed up and started sweating. I really hope they don't notice me.

"I did too. I'm glad I was able to cheer you up. You were in pretty bad shape, but I'm happy that I was able to put that gorgeous smile back on your face," Pierre cooed as he inched himself closer to her.

"Yeah, don't worry. The night before that day, I didn't sleep well and then the day just started off really badly. Plus, I overreacted, but now I feel totally revived and ready to start the incoming weak. Like I said, downfalls always make you stronger in the end and right now I feel invincible!" Troublesome said happily.

Pierre stood up and was about to leave, but Troublesome pulled him back on the couch.

"Why don't you stay and we can have some fun," She murmured as she placed her lips onto his. He broke the kiss and began talking.

"Dawn, not now. It's late and we have school tomorrow, plus I have to finish that fifteen page paper for my AP Pokemon Breeding class. Unlike you, I have it first period. I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he left. Once the door completely closed, Troublesome screamed.

"FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK! I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THAT STUPID PAPER!"

I released myself from my hiding spot. "Would you stop screaming, Jesus," I spat at her.

Turning around, she shot me a look of disgust and anger. "Well hello to you too, asshole," she sneered.

"Hello, slut. Why did you decide to come back? I had such a fun time without your boisterous voice here. I thought you would have gone crying back to Sinnoh, but no, you resorted to sex with that guy, I should have known," I retorted.

"For your information, Pierre and I did not engage in any sexual arrangements. He and I just hanged out and he helped me placate my emotions while showing me the city. He's quite the gentleman, unlike you," she angrily replied.

"Ha, that's a joke. Besides, I thought you said that you didn't want to formulate any kind of relationship with anyone," I snapped.

"I didn't. I just took advantage of him; I used him as a source to ease my emotions, nothing more. Did you not understand anything I told you the other day? I'm not some mindless soul; I have a reason behind everything I do. Like I said, flirting is the only thing I can do without major repercussions."

"Whatever, I'm going to bed," I said as I made my way over to my room.

"WAIT!" She nervously yelled.

Refusing to respond or stop, I kept walking. However, she stopped my stride as she latched onto my arm.

"Get the hell off me," I snorted. She didn't, I sighed.

"What in the hell do you want?" I asked without emotion.

Troublesome apprehensively looked at the ground, but then fixated her focus back onto me.

"D-do you think that you could possibly write my essay for me?" she pleaded while giving me puppy eyes.

I snatched my arm from her and replied. "No way in fucking hell."

I walked into my room and was about to close the door, but Troublesome slipped in. I mentally sighed and sat on the chair to my desk. This is going to be hard.

Dawn's POV

Shit, I absolutely don't want to be anywhere nearPaul right now. I still am holding my grudge against him for being a straight up jackass. I may feel completely invigorated and invincible right now, but that doesn't mean I want to face him; I don't want anything to do with him! He's a cold, inconsiderate, lifeless, and a shrewd ass face. I told him a few tremors of my life and he gave me no condolences, but rather an apathetic scowl! He is just such a bastard, although, I certainly do not want to write this damn essay. I could spend all night trying to finish it, but I know I would probably only get like five pages done. So what merits discussion, is how am I going to make him write it? I mentally screamed. The only way I could possibly persuade him to write a fifteen page paper at this time of the night is to flirtwith him. I can't, I can't, I JUST CAN'T! I HATE HIM SOOOO MUCH!

I mentally screamed, again. This is my only option, an option I would never want to happen, ever. Well it's either that or I can just get an F on this essay, but I can't fail this class, I just can't. My flirting may be at a high level of caliber, but that still doesn't mean I'll be able to seducehim. The idea is scandalous in of itself. Flirting with Paul! This is Paul-a man that feels no emotions except hatred, annoyance, and irritation. How do I even know that he isn't gay or something? Well that would be really embarrassing, but it's my only option. So here I go … I know I will forever regret this.

"Paul you know how I told in AP Pokémon breeding that you couldn't tell if a girl was trying to flirt with you if it hit you right in the face?" I asked.

He arched an eyebrow and replied with his usual smirk in place. "Yeah, why?"

"…..And you know how you're always telling me how ugly I am?" I asked. I'm pretty sure that this one is a lie. I know it may sound conceited, but there is no way in hell that anyone could think I'm ugly. You would have to be blind to ever ponder the fact that I could possibly be ugly.

"Yeah, your point?" he said with irritation.

"Well I'm about to test how knowledgeable you are of the requirement of flirtatious actions. And I know for a fact that you don't think I'm ugly. I will makeyou say that I'm attractive. So let's make a bet, if I can make you say that I'm attractive and if you enjoy my flirtatious manners, you will have to write my paper for me. "

I gulped. I really do not want to do this. This is going to be exceedingly agonizing to do! Well, at least Paul is really attractive. I mean it's not like I going to have to make out or have sex with him, I just have to flirt with him…..but, still.

He smirked, ran his hand through his hair, and devilishly replied. "You're on."

I mentally started to panic. Crap, I didn't think he would actually agree!It's so out of character for him, but then he could see it as more torture for me, so I guess it's not really out of character, but just kind of weird? Whatever, it's okay, just breath. You're doing this for your class, so everything will pay off!

He remained in his swivel chair of his desk and smirked at me. Damn it, for once can he not have that smirk plastered on his face?

Taking a deep breath, I slowly strutted over to him. Tenderly, I placed myself into his lap. His waist was between my legs, his eyes were glued on my every move, and his cheeks were turning a very faint pink. My hands sneaked their way up his shirt and started massaging his perfectly sculpted abs.

Inching my face towards his, placing his hands on my hips, and allowing my hands to wander into the depths of his silky purple hair, I gave him a sex-oozing smile.

Pressing my lips up against his ear, I started talking, "Paul, you're soooo delectably attractive. My body is on firefor yours, but you don't think I'm attractive so nothing could ever happen between us, right?" I said while slipping my hands out of his hair and letting them travel down his shirt. My hands stopped when they came in contact with his belt buckle. I gave him a suggestive facial expression and spoke once more, "Too bad, because I just know that you would be fun to play with… but all of that can be possible if you just admit that I'm attractive."

Even though this is just all an act to convince Paul to write my paper, I can help, but feel immensely attracted to him. I just want to explore his mouth and body, but this is PAUL! Damn it, why does he have to be so effing gorgeous?

"You know you want to," I whispered. Shit, why is this making me so excited?

Closing the gap between us, I pressed my body up against his, connected my forehead with his, and sexily whispered into his ear once more.

"All you need is three little words," I paused. He did nothing, I really wish I could see what his face looks like right now, but with my face up against the side of his head, that's nearly impossible.

"I guess you need a little motivation, don't you?" I was hesitant on what his reaction would be if I executed the plan in my head, but regardless I did it. My lips boldly pressed onto his neck and sweetly planted a French kiss onto his skin. At contact, he moaned and I was surprised. I never thought I would get Paul to moan.

Releasing my lips from his neck, he re-composed himself and started speaking. It was a little awkward for Paul to talk to me in this position. We were still pressed up against one another on the swivel chair, which was threateningly trying to throw us off with its every spin, and our lips were inches apart.

"Okay, you're a-attractive, b-but I still hate you," he stuttered. I didn't even know it was possible for Paul to stutter. This day is just full of surprises. To make matters even better, Paul's face is completely red; it's like his blush is consuming his face.

I jumped off him and happily cheered. "YESSS! I can't believe you fell for that! And you say I'm gullible. Well, a bet is a bet, you have to write my essay now! Good luck!"

The look on Paul's face was priceless. He was flabbergasted. I mean what did he expect? That wasn't actually going to go anywhere, and besides he would never want it go anywhere because he hates me with a passion, he may be attracted to be, but that means nothing.

I happily walked to my room, pleased with the outcome. As I slid underneath the covers of my bed, I easily slipped into a deep sleep.

As I awoke the next morning, I was delighted that I didn't over sleep. Putting on my uniform with my usual accessories, my tights, heels, belt, scarf, and jewelry, I washed my face and then applied make-up. I walked into Paul's room to demand for the finished product of my essay. Once I entered, I saw Paul passed out on his bed. For the first time ever in the history that I have known Paul, he actually looked peaceful. His hair was dispersed into various positions and his face wasn't strained into any scowl or smirk. As much I wanted to let him continue sleeping, I needed my essay and my first period was about to start.

"PAUL!" I yelled.

My yell startled him, causing him to fall off the bed.

"Really, Troublesome? This early in the morning?" he said while rubbing his head. His hair was a mess and the sight of it made me giggle.

"What?" he groggily sneered.

"Nothing. Where's my essay?"

"It's on my desk. Now get out of my room so I can go back asleep," he said as he was about to crawl back into his bed.

"You know, class is going to start in fifteen minutes, so I don't think going back to sleep would be the smartest thing to do," I said as I snatched my essay from his desk and left his room. Before leaving, I heard him mumble a "fuck". I silently laughed at the idea that Paul's going to be late to class.

During my first class, History of Unova, nothing really happened. Our teacher was lecturing, which meant to take notes and prepare for the quiz the next day. However, I wasn't able to retain any amount of focus and my thoughts began taking over my mind. I was pondering about various new appeals for my Pokémon and how to make them unique.

I take that back, saying nothing really happened was an understatement. Throughout the duration of the class period, Paul periodically fell asleep, causing the teacher to yell and scold him. Thank god I don't sit next to Paul in this class, or else he would probably be swearing at me the whole time for making him stay up all night and write that essay. It's not like its my fault anyway, he was the one who caved in.

Also, throughout the duration of the class period, the guy next to me wouldn't stop flirting with me. It was becoming progressively more irritating every time he did it. Once she dismissed the class, I bolted out of there and ran to my next class. I did not want that guy to follow me.

During AP Pokémon Breeding and Care, the teacher told everyone to put their essays on her desk. After I did so, I went to go sit down in my seat. Soon Paul showed up and did the same thing I did, then crashed into his chair.

"You have no idea how much I hate you right now," he whispered as he laid his head on the desk.

"It's not my fault you can't control your hormones," I whispered back. I'm still mad at Paul, but it's just so much fun to mess with him. And besides I have been in situations ten times worse than our little argument, so it shouldn't bother me that much, I'm tougher than that. Regardless, it still doesn't excuse the fact that he's a cold, selfish bastard. And I still hate him.

"Alright class, looks like everyone turned in their first essay. I'm pleased. Today you will be working with your lab partner and will be dissecting and analyzing an assortment of Pokémon semen. The instructions are on the board. You will be given a group grade and will be given two days to complete the assignment."

POKEMON SPERM! Oh GOD! How in world am I going to be able to work with PAUL! THIS IS GOING TO BE SOOO AWKWARD!

"Would you stop staring at the damn wall and help me get the lab equipment? Jesus, you are so useless," he snarled at me.

"Uh…..I hate this assignment!" I whined.

I walked over to where all the lab equipment was. The instructions said to pick sperm from four different species of Pokémon. Okay, this is downright nasty. Gazing upon the various different bottles of sperm I was deciding on which one to choose.

"Ummmm…which one looks good? Which one should I choose?" I quietly whispered to myself. How am I even supposed to know how sperm looks if it's healthy or not?

Suddenly, the blonde guy that threw me that note last week approached me and started up a conversation. As his emerald eyes burned into my sapphire ones, he leaned up against me.

"A girl like you needs sperm of the highest quality so why not take some of mine?" he purred into my ear. WHAT! I knew guys can be really perverted if they want to be, but this is just WRONG! How in hell do I respond to that! Recomposing myself, I thought of something to say.

"Sorry to burst your balls, but the mere contemplation of you giving me your sperm is enough to make me want to vomit through my ass," I said while pouting.

Those precious emerald eyes widened. He's probably the kind of guy who can get any girl he wants, but I'm not any kind of girl; he can go screw himself. I don't care how hot he may be, I would never degrade myself to flirt with such a womanizer. Before leaving, I thought it would be fun to mess with him a little.

Linking my forehead with his and pushing my body against him, I made my finger warmly travel down his chest while I whispered something in his ear.

"You can go fuck yourself because I'm not," I said roughly as I punched him in the stomach and disjointed my body from his.

"TROUBLESOME! Would you stop fucking flirting and get your ass over here," Paul snarled. Luckily the class was full of noise from everyone working on the project, so no one paid any attention to Paul's yelling.

Grabbing four random sperm bottles, I walked over to him.

"I was notflirting with him. Did you even hear what he said to me?"

"I don't really give a shit. Let's just start this project," he said with a scowl.

"Jesus, what's your problem." I asked while putting my hands on my hips.

"I don't know, maybe I have a throbbing migraine since I stayed up all nightwriting your damn essay," he said sarcastically.

"I hate you," I spat.

"Right back at you Troublesome," He scowled.

"You're always so tense and mad, I think you need to get laid. Wait, no one would ever want to have sex with you, so why don't you eat some of this sperm. I'm sure it will be a suitable substitute," I said with a smirk. That was sure to get him mad.

"WHAT!That doesn't even make any sense. Damn it, why do I have to have a partner that's so stupid," he said while looking me directly in the eyes. Despite the intensity of our little argument, my own eyes gazed at the splendor of his onyx ones. Near his pupil, there was a mass of dark purple swirling around. The purple perfectly collided with the vast onyx that was enraging in his eyes. However, there was something different about him making eye contact with me than usual. It's like he's uneasy about something and can't completely focus. Maybe that kiss on his neck left a greater impact than I originally thought? That's impossible; Paul hates me.

Throughout the remainder of the class period, Paul and I continued arguing about various things, but we surprisingly were able to finish a great deal of the project. Nonetheless, that doesn't mean that anything was any less awkward and I still hate Paul. Once class was over, I scurried out and went to my next class.

During AP Pokémon Artistry, the teacher taught us the most essential techniques a painter can own. But, before actually painting our Pokémon, she told us that we would have to know what it feels like to be in their places. So she gave us an assignment.

"I'm so happy all of you are in my class, we all will have bundles of fun! Okay, now I want everyone to apply what I just taught them to their paintings. However, your subjects will be the opposite sex of yourself from within the class. You all mustfeelhow it is to be painted so when you're painting your Pokémon you can know what they're going through. With that being said, everyone pair up with someone the opposite sex of themselves. But first, I need to know who is going to be paired with this beauty," she said as she pulled me up out of my easel and stood me in front of the class. I am quite aware that this teacher has a mild obsession with me, and it's quite flattering, but sometimes it creeps me out.

My cheeks are on fire; why couldn't I just pick my own partner, I really don't want to paired with some weird guy. As soon as the question of who would be my partner escaped her mouth, all the guys in the class immediately raised their hands with the exception of Paul, who was in the back scowling.

Placing her hand on her chin, she started talking, "Uhhhhh, who should I pair you with?"

"ummm, Miss Flair?" I hesitantly asked. Miss Flair, yes that's her name and, honestly, it totally fits her.

"May I just choose my own partner?" I said while flashing a wholesome smile.

"Nonsense, I will choose. Well, everyone seems to be eager to paint you, primarily the guys, except for Paul in the back."

My heart dropped. Please don't let her choose Paul.

"We're going to have to change that! And no matter if you want to admit it or not, you will capture the magnitude of Dawn's beauty, Paul. Today the girls will paint the boys. So now that's settled, the rest of you choose your partners and get to work!" she happily chirped.

Unfortunately, the happiness radiating off her order didn't manage to uplift my spirits like her comments usually do. I love how blissful this teacher can be, but right now saying that her outlandish behavior is tenable is acceptable.

Reluctantly, I grabbed my paints and walked over to Paul. He appeared to be just as mad as I was about our current partner situation in yet another class.

I saw down at the easel and sighed, "Okay, Paul pose or something."

He gave me the middle finger. OMFG! REALLY? IS THAT HOW HE WANTS TO PLAY?

"You know what? You don't need to pose because I know exactly what you look like." Quickly, I sketched an ass and showed it to him.

"Like it? I think it captures your soul," I said while smirking. He instantly grimaced. Accompanying his grimace, a "fuck you" escaped his mouth, but that wasn't all that came out of his mouth.

"I knew that you were mentally challenged, but I didn't think that you were artistically stupid too. I mean what good qualities do you have?"

"UH, I HATE YOU!" I lividly yelled. With wasting a second, I grabbed my can of yellow paint and dumped it all over his head.

Wiping a blotch of paint from his face with the back of his hand, he replied. "Oh I almost forgot, you're irrationally childish when you lose your temper. Really you're throwing paint? What are you? A four-year-old?" he sarcastically spat. I can't stand Paul. I know he's enjoying this, I can see that mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes-eyes that are laughing at me.

With thinking, I frenetically lunged at Paul in sheer anger. Using my paint brush as my weapon, I savagely attacked him with a multitude of colors.

"MISS HIKARI! That is enough! I thought a beautiful young girl like yourself would have some matters, but the validity of your personality has become an enigma to me. To counselor's office right now!" Miss Flair yelled. I didn't know she was even capable of yelling, let alone scolding.

Covered in paint, I rigidly walked out and over to the counselor's office. Apparently, Miss Flair had sent my counselor an email of what really happened… so I couldn't lie my way out of this. Damn it. Apologizing, pleading, crying, mumbling, and yelling….just nothing worked on mollifying the tense air in my counselor's office. Actually, I think yelling just made matters worse. Luckily the repercussions weren't that bad; all I had to do was be in detention all Friday morning, but still. Since we only have four day weeks, that means one day of my weekend is gone! Whatever, things could be worse. Accepting my punishment, I left her office. Although, just because I accepted my punishment doesn't mean that I will accept Paul's previous actions. He's the one who got me in this mess, granted I wasn't the one who could control my temper, but he was just egging me on.

Since there was five minutes left of class and lunch was next, I decided not to go return to my class. Instead, I went back to my room. With an hour and twenty minutes to spare until my AP coordinating class, I cleaned myself and my clothes up.

Twenty minutes was all it took to get myself all cleaned up and I wasn't hungry, so what would I spend the rest of the hour doing? I am going to blow Paul's mind.

He loves screwing with me, but I'll have to raise his awareness of who he's really dealing with. When he gets me mad, I will not hold back any mercy.

Snatching all the silver utensils, porcelain dishes, and wine glasses from the kitchen, I ran over to his room and stuffed them into his closet. Now when Paul wants to change into different attire, he will get an avalanche of dishware as a surprise.

Happy with my accomplishment, I decided to go to class early. During class, I was on fire. Adrenaline running through my veins, a smirk of satisfaction plastered on my face, and an unremitting flow of confidence. My appeals were executed with ease and perfection, my Pokémon were in top condition, and my high was everlasting. Coordinating just makes me forget everything in the world; it's the one place I can go to seek refuge from anything and everything, my safety net. Coordinating gives my Pokémon and my life meaning, and most importantly, it gives me the ability to always be in control. One place where no one can take advantage of me, one place where the possibilities are limitless, the one place where I am truly happy. Flirting with men may supplement me with authority and power, but it is a blotch of fabricated actions that only gives me a momentary feeling of worthiness.

Since I was pleased with my Pokémon, I deiced to stay on the coordinating field and continue training with other coordinators.

Paul's POV

After my last class, I went back to my room. While watching my Pokémon eat the food I gave them, I realized the multitude of my hunger; maybe I should stop skipping lunch.

"What the hell? Where in hell did all the dishware go?" I mumbled as I gazed upon the empty cabinets.

Would someone really come in here and steal all the silverware and dishware? Is that some sort of new trend? You'd have to be pretty damn stupid to steal a bunch of dishes and shit. Well, there is no way in hell that I'm going to eat with my hands. Screw this; I'm just not going to eat.

I took a shower and, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I went back to my room. Where's Troublesome? She should be back by now, whatever; it doesn't make a difference to me. As I opened my closet, a mass of dishes, forks, spoons, and glasses tumbled out.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL!"

Thank God for my reflexes. If I didn't jump out of the way of the falling dishware, I would of probably of been knocked out senseless. But first of all, why in hell was all this shit in here? Wait, only one person could possibly do something so stupid. Troublesome.

"THAT BITCH!"

Because of her, my room is now scattered with an assortment of broken glass pieces.

Jumping over glass shards, I snatched some sweatpants from my closet and exchanged them with my towel. Before leaving my room, I called out Weavile to clean up the place.

Without hesitation, I charged into Troublesome's room. It's locked, well I'm going to have to change that.

With force, I sent her door flying into the opposing wall. She is notgoing to get away from this. The only reason I could fathom as to why she stupidly put all that stuff in my closet, is because she's mad for getting in trouble from earlier today, but that isn't even my damn fault.

I'm not sure how long I stood in Troublesome's room, but in due time I thought of a way to make her regret her actions.

Dashing to her closet, I grabbed all her bras and threw on the floor. Rummaging across her desk, I grabbed her scissors. The combination of her bras with a pair of scissors proved to be devastatingly deadly. Scraps of fluff, straps, and bra cups were speckled across her floor. As I was demolishing her bras with her scissors, I couldn't help but think of what she looked like in the bras. SHIT! How many times do I have to tell myself, I can't be attracted to Troublesome.

Despite the enjoyable mental images I was getting, I started to get bored. Damn it, how many bras does Troublesome have? Eventually, I finished the destruction of her bras, bras that are now shredded into little bits scrawling out across her floor. Take that bitch.

Satisfied and accomplished. As stupid as that task was, I feel sublime, my smirk evident of such emotions. Locking the door to my room, I slipped under my covers and went to sleep.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLL!""

I jolted up from my bed and focused on the screaming coming from outside my room. Troublesome, I smirked. Payback is a bitch, bitch.

Pounding on my door, she started talking, "PAUL! OPEN UP RIGHT NOW!"

Not letting up, she continued, "THOSE WERE MY FAVORITE BRAS! PAUL, GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW! WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING SO STUPID AND PERVERTED?"

Deciding to talk, I responded, "Well, why in hell would you put all our dishware in my closet? Fortunately I didn't get hurt, but that was pretty idiotic on your part. And how are my actions stupid or perverted? Destroying your bras got you really mad, that's exactly what I wanted. But putting all the dishware in my closet so it can break? Now that's stupid, how in hell are we going to eat?"

"I don't care. Just OPEN this door so I can mangle you!"

"Like shit that's going to happen," I grumbled.

"Okay, well you know destroying my bras is a pretty stupid thing to do because now I don't have any bras to wear to school except the one I wearing now, you asshole. I HATE YOU!"

"Like I give a shit."

With one last thump, the door was sent flying. Then, Troublesome pounced on me. Lying under the sheets of my bed, wearing loosely fitting sweatpants with no shirt, and feeling horny with Troublesome on top of me, is not a good combination. Ever since she kissed my neck, I can't break concentration on her lips-lips that are perfect for kissing, among other things. Ever since she poured the hardships and insecurities of her life to me, I can't help but sympathize for her. Emotions are damn annoying, and there is no way I'm going to allow them to cloud my brain.

"Paul, I HATE you sooo much!" She nearly screamed while pounding my chest.

Suddenly her eyes widened. "OMG! Why aren't you wearing a shirt? Are you naked underneath the sheets?"

"Wanna find out?" I said with a smirk.

"No way!" While blushing, she got off of me.

"Now get out of my fucking room."

"Whatever….but you better watch your back."

Dawn's POV

Paul is such a bastard! I can't believe he destroyed all my bras! And he calls me childish, pufft… that's bullshit. I really wish I didn't stay out so late training my Pokémon, because now I have to do all my homework for tomorrow. I'm exhausted, irritated, and certainly not in the mood to do anything, except for engaging in sleep. However, I will not degrade myself and flirt with Paul again to do my homework. It's going to be a long night! I really do believe that procrastination is the main cause of exhaustion.

5:30. Tuesday morning. I finally finished all my homework and I feel like crap. After, taking a shower and getting ready, I went to class with five minutes to spare.

During History of Unova, I was barely able to pay attention. I kept zoning in and out of sleep. My head hurts; it's more than a throbbing headache, but rather, it's like my brain has completely shut off and I can barely compute anything at all. When class was over, I was walking down the halls to my next class, until I was confronted by Paul.

"Troublesome, you're going out tonight to buy more dishware and shit."

As he was talking to me, my body grew faint, my mind grew numb, I felt my legs buckle under me, and my eye lids forcibly close shut. Within seconds, I passed out due to sleep deprivation!

Paul's POV (Sorry for quick transition)

I was talking to Troublesome and she has to faint on me? She is so bothersome. Reluctantly, I caught her. Now, I can either leave her here or take her to the nurse's office. I was going to choose the former of the two, but I saw Pierre and his pose of friends walking towards me, and I altered my mind frame. There's just something about that Pierre guy that bothers me, he's a douche. I guess I'm going to have to take Troublesome to the nurse's office. I gulped. How in hell do I carry her?

Over the shoulder or bridal style? Over the shoulder it is.

"Dammmmmmnnnnnnnnn."

"Hot shit!"

"I'd tap that."

"Nice score man."

Why in fuck is like every guy in the hallway hollering at me? Is everyone experiencing a sudden burst of gayness, am I not wearing pants or something? I know I'm pretty good looking, but can't they keep that stuff to themselves? When making eye contact with various guys in the hallway, I realized that they weren't ogling at me, but rather at Troublesome's ass.

Damn it. I didn't even realize that from hauling her over my shoulder, she was flashing everyone. But, I really don't want to carry her bridal style; it's asinine. Sighing I took her off my shoulder, and carried her bridal style. This is really humiliating.

Eventually, I reached the nurse's office.

"Oh my! What do we have here?" the nurse asked.

"She passed out."

"Oh my! Well, such a nice thing to do for your girlfriend. I must say you two both make quite the stunning couple," she said while sweetly smiling at me.

"She is not my gir-."

"Listen son, I have my hands full today, its flu season. She just passed out dueto exhaustion, so take her back to her room and watch over her. I will excuse you from classes today to do so. Now go," she said as she pushed me out.

Damn it, I knew I shouldn't of gotten involved with this….