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Gary's POV

Weeks passed by within a blink of an eye. So evanescent and short. Weeks of constant scribbling on the desk and my infatuation growing for this mystery girl. Of course we had to keep it on the down low, erasing our scribbles when it became too noticeable. Which made me sad, but the new ones were well worth it. As much as I hated to admit it in those few weeks the thought of Leaf washed away like the faint footprints etched into the damp sand, no trace left behind after the clean sweep of the ocean waves. Wow I'm a poet and didn't even know it. I should use that to my advantage.

I was excited for another day and a new scribble inscribed onto the wooden desk. As lame as it sounded, because it is very lame and you can tell that my popular image is a scam. But this little scribble on the desk is what I go to school for. Not knowing who this girl is was such an excitement. It was like the guess who game, a game that could go on forever which I wouldn't mind playing. Was she blonde? Was she a brunette, hell maybe she has blue hair and its Dawn, but I hope it's not her because Paul would bury me alive, yes bury me alive and not kill me so he could get away with murder and leave me there to die a miserable death. Wow I wonder how bored I would feel in that hole—wait I'm getting totally off track right now. What was I thinking about before? Oh yeah! The mystery desk scribbler.

I wonder what kind of eyes she had. Does she have icy, oceanic eyes that seemed to have infinite depth? Or does she emerald gem-like eyes that resembled two floating lily pads? Wow that metaphor was weird… Huh, maybe she has two dark chocolate eyes that I could eat up—okay I need to stop now, that was even weirder. Arceus, this was such a tease! I wanted to know so badly who it was, but I'm afraid if I do find out it will kill the mystery to it all. Wow, what if we do meet and get married and have a billion babies, this would be a funny story to tell our kids—okay I officially lost it. Gary Oak you sly dog, you are officially whipped. I need to get my life together.

I twirled the keys to my beautiful convertible around my forefinger and I hummed. Yes, you heard right I am humming. I'm walking down the halls with Paul right by my side. My back pack was hoisted up around my left shoulder while my free hand was resting in the front pocket of my leather jacket.

Paul was glancing at me strangely. I felt it ever since I picked him up from his house and I feel it now as we are walking down the halls. He narrows his eyes at me and finally asked the question that he was probably wondering for the past 30 minutes, "Are you—humming?" he grunted in disbelief.

I paused and rolled my eyes at him and then turned to look at him with dumbfound expression on my face. "Yes, are you going to arrest me, officer?" I snickered. Chuckling at my witty reply and turned away to continue walking.

I could tell he rolled his eyes at me as I kept on walking and he stopped in his tracks. He called out to me, "What happened to Leaf? Weren't you crazy about her?"

I sighed softly and stopped walking, cementing my feet onto the ground. Leaf, the name played over and over again in my head. I was flooded back with memories of how her light-green eyes would scowl every time I came even a few feet close to her. The curves of her small framed figure that made her body seem like a wonderland, making every guy eager to explore, especially me. And the way her nimble fingers would tuck a strand of her long light brown hair behind her ear after it spilled over her face, hiding her perfect complexion. If I still remember all of this, maybe I'm not as whipped as I thought was for the mystery girl.

I cleared my throat still not facing Paul and I answered trying to hide my hesitation. "Oh, her, um…" My voice trailed off, as I scratched the back of my neck nervously not really wanting to answer his question.

He chuckled as I turned around to glare daggers at him, while he still was laughing, remaining unfazed my harsh glare. I forgot I was talking to sadist. I whined and stomped my foot like a child. My voice was dry, "What's so funny?" I asked with bitterness.

He shook his head and sighed at me in annoyance. He walked up to me patting a hand on my shoulder. "I knew you couldn't stick to one girl, Oak. Especially one who doesn't notice—"

I growled interrupting his rant, "Cut it out, Paul." I could feel the blood inside me raging. Now I'm getting annoyed. This was starting off to be a good day, until Paul opened up his damn mouth. Man I wonder if this is what it feels like for him. Sheesh, no wonder he's always quiet.

Paul smirked at me, "Gary, Gary, Gary. We both know you gave up on Leaf, because she didn't want you," he deeply chuckled with his stupid eyes gleaming in pure amusement. Sick bastard was enjoying my pain.

I growled at him while he continued smirking at me, intimidating me to do something. Let's face it, if Paul and I were to ever get into a fist fight, I would get creamed. Not even creamed I would have a death sentence because he was just that scary. He also was trained in in mixed martial arts ever since he was a kid. So that doesn't help my chances at all. I smirked looking behind him, and glanced back at him knowing what will help my chances though. I pushed him and he lost his footing colliding with the person behind him and sadly he was the only one who hit the cold hard ground and I was excited to see how this will all play out knowing she is his weakness.

"Shit, are you okay?" Her big blue eyes blinked rapidly as she glanced down at Paul. I chuckled as his face flushed red. "Here take my hand," Dawn extended her hand, revealing her slender fingers.

He stared at her for a bit, I know he wanted to accept her hand in helping him up. But knowing him, he'll probably—yup. He swatted her hand away and got up on his own with a light blush on his cheeks, as he shoved his hands into his pockets. I held in a laugh, but couldn't help but let it out. He glanced at me with a harsh glare and I gulped, stopping my laughter completely.

I heard her apologize profusely and scold him for not letting her help him up. I chuckled a bit to myself and walked passed him hitting him on the shoulder as my good luck to him.

I continued to walk down the bustling hallways, witnessing the same things over and over again. It was always the same. There were the typical hormonal teens in the corners sucking the life out of each other, their lips never parting. Geez, were they vampires or something? They had to breathe sometime. Then, there was the group of girls who were either superficial or insecure, going into the bathrooms to check on their hair and makeup and their whole appearance. And every now and then, you'd run into other stereo-types that I don't really feel like listing. Welcome to High School everyone.

But enough of that rant, I quickly made my way into Ms. A's class pretty eager to see the new scribble she had written, but there was nothing. I frowned and I grazed my rough, calloused fingers over the surface of the desk as an empty feeling suddenly engulfed me. In the background, I heard Ms. Anderson's voice muffled about Shakespeare.

Where art thou, my maiden in disguise? Wow, imagine if everyone talked Shakespearean. What a life we would live in… how did people talk like that? Maybe I should pay attention more in class…

A/N: Here is another chapter. Sorry if there are any mistakes. And I apologize again for taking so long with updates and such. Life has just been very hectic. I'll try to upload another chapter of this tmrw, maybe if you're lucky I'll upload another chapter of BBGG because it's New Years. Idk. Maybe. We'll see. Anyways leave a review. Thanks guys for being patient.

Jess