A/N: Hey guys, I know it has taken me ages to update. I've been a little busy. Here's the next instalment I hope you like it. As always your reviews are welcome (any kinds) please don't feel shy if you have any suggestions. : ) sierraangel xx

LPOV:

I followed the path he told me, and after a while came to a bright orange building with a massive sign painted on it reading 'front office'. He was right you couldn't miss it. As I walked into the administration building, I noticed a little middle aged lady with bright red hair and a cheery smile sitting behind the counter. I walked up to her and told her my name, and she handed me my class schedule and my locker key. I thanked her and then when to find my locker.

When I finally found my locker (which you wouldn't think we be all that hard, seeing as the schools not that big- but let me tell you, I either have a really bad sense of direction or this school is built like a maze). I put in the combination the woman told me, but the door wouldn't budge.

"Are you kidding me!" I exclaimed, of course I would get stuck with the dodgy locker. I stood there just banging on the door, pushing it and pulling it, but it still wouldn't open. I contemplated going and finding Paul to come and rip the door off the locker – surely he was big enough to open it- but then a voice behind me scared the living daylights out of me

"Need some help?" he asked. I jumped and spun around

"Sorry I didn't know anyone was standing there," I said a little embarrassed "um… yeah that would be great. But I honestly don't think this door is going to budge anytime soon,"

"Yeah, I know. I got stuck with this locker all last year," he said coming forward and doing this weird pushing pulling thing on the door to make it open.

" Oh my god! Thankyou so much" I said I was extremely grateful, he just saved me a very long walk around the school trying to find Paul and beg him to open my locker for me.

" Nah, its nothing. Oh and by the way in Levi Blake" he said extending his hand

"Lori Pearson," I said taking his hand and shaking it. I said taking it and shaking it. He seemed really nice, plus he wasn't bad to look at, he had blond hair that kinda made him look like one of those surfer boys, and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. But even though he was very attractive, Pauls face still came to mind.

"What homeroom are you in?" he asked bringing me out of my daydream.

"Umm… Mrs Walkers," I said

"Hey, that's right near my homeroom, I can take you if you would like" He offered. This guy was really nice I was extremely grateful for his help.

"Thanks that would be great," I said, and then I quickly grabbed the books I would need for first period and let him lead the way. We made idle chat on the way there, he asked me why I moved to La Push and what it was like compared to others I'd been to. I found out that he wasn't Native American although he had lived in La Push most of his life. When we reached my homeroom he turned to me and said,

"Well here we are, I hope to see you around Lori,"

"Yeah same here, and thankyou very much, I really am very grateful," I told him, and then with an impish smile he turned around and walked away.

I took a few deep breaths before I started towards the door of my homeroom, you could say I was a little nervous. It wasn't the fact that this was a new school, because I had done that plenty of time before. The thing that scared me the most was that at this school, I had to make friends if I didn't want to spent the year like a loner, and potentially make my life more miserable than it already was. I don't know weather I was in shock or something but the prospect didn't really seemed to set in that I wouldn't have to move again at least not for a long while. My parents had finally given up on the ridiculous idea of me studying at the most prestige schools, where I would evidently be alone, other than the alternative of me moving in with my aunt and uncle who loved me and made me feel at home. You see my mother has always been jealous of the connection I have with my aunty. She never directly said anything to me about it, but every time we had a family Christmas together you could see the tension in the air that would crack between them, and on more that one occasion I would hear mumbled argument between the two if I just happened to me walking past a room at the right time but they never spoke loud enough for me to hear. I don't know what she had to be jealous about; I would have given her the same affection I had for my auntie if she would have just given me the time of day. You see my mother has never been anything but cold to me, it's not like she was particularly nasty or anything but she always treated me like I was some kind of burden in her life, like it was somehow my fault that she ended up with me. I took me a long time to get over the fact that my mother wasn't particularly fond of me, when I was a little kid I felt so alone and couldn't understand why I felt so alone and unwelcome, I eventually got over the fact and made a promise to myself that no matter what another person would never hurt me and make me feel the way I used to.

Coming back to reality I decided there was no point in putting the inevitable off any longer and walked through the door to my homeroom. When I entered the room it was really noisy and there was a teacher sitting at her desk. She didn't look very old maybe in her early twenties, and kinda looked like she had no control over the class. I walked over to her and handed her the pink form – I had one to give to every teacher – and introduced myself. She told me that I could take a seat anywhere I wanted. When I turned around to finally look at the faces of my peers, one face stood out above the rest. There he sat looking straight back at me. He sat at the table with one of the other giants from the house the other day- I think his name was Jared- and a girl who was cuddled up in the Jared boy's arms. When Paul caught my eye he smiled that heart stopping smile and motioned me over to come and sit with him.

"Hey, I didn't know you were in this homeroom. You remember Jared don't you and this is his girlfriend Kim." Paul said when I reached the table.

"Hey," I said, I decided to play the shy card seeing as Paul's presence affected me; and I didn't want to end up saying something that made me end up looking like an idiot. Because when I get flustered I start to babble and make a complete fool out of myself. Let me tell you Paul's presence flustered me – I'd only known the guy for a day and already I started to feel this pull towards him, and I think I may have developed a little crush on him. I sat down at the table net to Paul at the table and he just kept looking at me, it made me feel exposed like for some reason he could see right into my soul. When he spoke my heart literally skipped a beat.

"Can I have a look at you class schedule," he said

"Sure." I replied digging through my pile of book and coming up with it. I handed it to him and his smile grew bigger. Then he said something that made my day.

"I have four classes with you," he said

"Oh really which ones," I said extremely happy that I would get to spend more time with him and hopefully get to know him a little better.

"History, Trig, English and Culinary Science," I burst out laughing at the last one he said and he gave me a weird look. I automatically felt stupid and embarrassed about what I just did. "Why is that funny," he asked me

"Oh my im really sorry I just can't see a guy as big as you taking Cooking, no offense," and then he did the most unsuspected thing he burst out laughing as well.

"Oh don't worry none taken you should of seen my teachers face when I told her I was doing the class, it was pretty much the same as yours was. But im not actually doing the class so I can become the next Jamie Oliver,"

"Then how come you're taking the class," I asked why take a class unless you want to learn something.

"Im taking it as a bludge lesson, basically so I just get a good grade," he explained. That made a little more sense it not like it was hard to pass cooking all you had to do was cook, and every once in a while they would make you do an essay on what you had just cooked.

The morning bell rang signifying the beginning of the first lesson and I looked at my schedule to see what lesson I would have first, and the winner is History. I waited for Paul and when he was ready he and I walked together. When we got to the class he was a gentleman and introduced me to the teacher and then he led me to a seat in the back.

You know the saying time flies when you having fun, well it's true. The bell rang signifying the end of my last class with Paul well that was until after lunch, I had to head out to music he offered to walk me to my class seeing as I had no idea where it was. I felt like hardly any time had passed at all, I only had two lessons without Paul and they were Music (which I would have died had I not been put in that class) and Gym- which we all had to take. During my lessons with Paul we learnt a lot about each other, I found out that he has a little brother name Matthew who's 14yrs old. His dad taught him everything he knows about cars, and he's hoping to become a mechanic when he leaves school run his own garage. His favourite colour's green (just like his eyes) and he love the outdoors. In turn he found out a lot about me, I told him the story of me moving here, I also told him one of my favourite things to do was to sing and play the guitar.

"I'd have to get you to sing me a song one day," he said on the way to music,

That I had to laugh at only a handful of people had ever herd me sing actually only three and they were Brady and my aunt and uncle.

"Ahh, No I don't sing in public it's just something I do to calm down," I told him.

"I'll get you to show me one day, I'll just have to find a way to make it," he spoke really low and his voice became very husky, I gulped and got caught up in his bright emerald eyes. My cheeks turned bright red and Paul chuckled. I averted my eyes and realised we had reached the class, I said a quick goodbye to Paul and he said he wait at my locker so we could walk to lunch together, I told him he didn't have to, but he was adamant so I didn't argue with him.

When he was out of my sight I let out a big whoosh of air, I think I had been holding that breathe since this morning. I had definitely developed a crush on Paul, and I didn't know what to make of the situation, and from how he was acting it seemed like he liked me too right. Please tell me I wasn't imagining things I hope he wasn't just one of the really nice guys who felt like it there was there roll as being a close friend of my cousins that he had to look after me. I hope he was a much into me as I was into him. I guess time would tell…