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"Can you tell me why you were crying?" He asked, not pushing it out of me, but just asking.
"I- I don't think I am ready to tell anyo-" I stopped, shutting my eye's.. Maybe I am ready, maybe I should tell him, and get it off my chest.
I sighed, nodding.
"Hey." He said, in a calm voice. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I don't want to push it out of you."
Than again, maybe I am not ready. "Thank you Paul" I said looking down
He smiled, tilting my chin up. "You don't have to thank me"
I smiled faintly, opening my door, hesitantly getting out as he let my chin go gently.
"Bye Paul" I said, looking down, not knowing what else to say. "And I know you said not to thank you, but... Thank you"
He smiled, nodding. Still a look of concern in his eye's.

My mind kept going over the night from just before, the excessive crying, Paul holding me in comfort. The comforting sound of Paul's voice, it seemed to be enough for me.
His arm's around me felt thoroughly right, the heat made me seem safe, like nothing could happen to me within his safe and secure arm's.
There was a short tap on my door, silent.
"Come in" I mumbled, sleep deep within my rough morning voice.
"Hey" Jacob said softly, my door opening to see him standing in my doorway.
"Morning Jacob" I yawned.
He smiled faintly. "How are you feeling?"
"Better" I said, my cheeks going pink in embarrassment.
I've never entirely showed my emotions like that, not before. I've always kept it in, sealed away in like a vault to never be opened.
I always kept a diary, made sure it was always locked and would always hide it in the bottom of my wardrobe. It holds most of my deepest secrets. One I almost told Paul last night.
"'Y'know, you don't have to be embarrassed"
"Well I am"
"Why?"
"Well, I've never, ever showed my emotions like that. The longest I cried before that was two minutes. And that was when-" I cut off, shaking my head. "Never mind"
I watched as he raised an eyebrow in question. "Okay, well could you get ready? Paul is picking us up." I realised that when he said Paul's name, his jaw was no longer clenched, nor was he shooting daggers at anyone or anything.
I nodded "Sure thing, once you get out of the damn room then I certainly will"
He rolled his eye's, nodding at me.
"And close the door on your way out!" I said, well yelled.

What should I wear to school? After yesterday I feel like shit, and honestly I couldn't be bothered dressing nicely. Not that I did on the first day of school. Bu,t pfft come on. Who actually dresses nicely on.. Never mind. I guess I honestly don't give a shit what people think of me. It's not like they have to be me, right?
If I had it my way I honestly, honestly would just waltz up into the school grounds in my pyjama's. But since I will more than likely get kicked out I will just settle for something different and comfortable.
I hauled myself off of the bed, my feet hitting the ground in a small 'thump' noise, as I started to walk lazily over to my closet that was located one the very other side, of my room.
Yeah, that's right. I finally got off my ass and put my clothes away like the good little girl that I am.
When I got home yesterday, I had a shower to get rid of the tears that had dried up on my face, making it red and stained.
I opened the draw, reaching into it to grab my dark blue skinny jeans.
"Hmm" I said out loud, musing. What on earth could I wear with my dark skinny jeans?
I'm sick of long sleaved shirts. What about a sweater dress? A grey one will complement the jeans. At least I think it will.

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So it was settled on my dark blue skinny jeans and my grey sweater dress. For my shoes I wore my black boots that went just below my knee.
"Are you ready yet?" Jacob asked knocking repetively on my door.
"I will be if you stop knocking on my frickin door you persistent ass!"
"Fine, I will be waiting in Paul's car. You might want to hurry up"
"Mhmm" I muttered, walking lazily in front of my mirror.
I let my hair fall fall naturally down my back, not bothering to straighten it. The curls bounced just past my shoulders, sleek and silky.
"What the hell" I shrugged, bending down to retrieve my glasses. Yes that's right I wear glasses. Mostly just for reading an watching t.v. I hardly use them, but now and then I wear them occasionally to deny the headaches that like to grace me with it's presence.
I walked out my bedroom door, and walked in a fast past down the hall.
"Bye Uncle Billy!" I yelled as I entered the Lounge room.
"Bye Liz, have fun." His voice was sincere.

"What do you think for 10 minutes. Hmm?" I asked as I was out the door, putting two hands dramatically, motioning to myself.
Jacob rolled his eye's, while Paul smiled at me, showing me a beautiful and breath taking smile.
"Nice truck" I said sincerely at the black, sleek car. A ford f-150. I love these.
"Thanks" He smiled.
Oh my, how in God's name am I suppose to get up here?
"You need some help?" Paul asked, getting out of the truck.
"Kinda. I am wearing these jeans, and they do not really help"
He chuckled, coming toward me.
His hands slid around my waist, as he lifted me off of the ground in a swift, careful movement.
I just still couldn't believe how right it felt that his arms were around me. I just couldn't help but feel complete. More complete then I have ever been in whole entire life. And that is sad.
"Thank you" I said, blushing bright red at him.
He smiled back "No problem" He smiled at me, closing my door, but checking that none of my body parts were there first. One word seemed to go through my head. He is so sweet! Okay so thats 4 not 1

"I didn't know you wear glasses" Jacob said looking back at me.
I shrugged "I do, only sometimes though."
The glasses are thin, usually to relax my eye's while reading. They help quiet a bit.
"I think they look great on you" Paul said, smiling in the rear-view mirror.
I blushed in return, him complimenting me on something I absolutely dispise. Maybe I might wear them more.. Nah. I will probably forget about it anyway.
"Is that the pharmacy?" I asked pointing to a little store that I had just noticed.
"Err, yeah why?" Jacob asked, and causing Paul to look at me worried.
Because I have to buy tablets there if you want me not to go off at you. I thought but instead "Just wondering"
Your probably wondering why I have tablets?
Well, when I have 'that time of the month' time, I have to take tablets. Usually. It depends if I actually want to. But it does help.. Sometimes. Sometimes I honestly couldn't be fucked to take them, its like a frickin horse tablet.
"How 'bout some music?" I suggested, leaning forward in between Paul and Jacob.
"Sure" Paul said, his voice seeming to have a smile in it.
He leaned his left hand forward, reaching to turn it on.
The phone in my pocket started beeping.
I pulled the back off of it, taking out the sim card.
What am I doing, you ask?
"What the hell are you doing?" Jacob asked, watching me.
"Keep watching and you'll see" I muttered, flipping the switch to wind my window down.
Then, I chucked it out the window, listening intently as it crack onto the pavement with a great 'thud'
I smiled in triumph "That's what I was doing"
Jacob turned around, staring at me like I was crazy "What the hell Liz?"

"What?" I asked dubiously.
"Are you mentally cha-" He stopped as a hand slapped him at the back of the head, Paul glaring at him.
"Ha-ha" I smiled, actually saying the ha ha.
Jacob glared at me. "Why the hell did you chuck your phone out the window?"
Because it was just going to be my mother, and I don't want a repeat from last night.
"It was annoying me?" I questioned, lying.
"Then why-"
"What's with all the questions? Fuck!" I said, going through my bag, trying to find my Ipod to drown his droning voice.
When I finally found my Ipod, at the very bottom of my bag. Joy.
When it was turned on the first song that come on was Your Body Is A Wonderland by John Mayer. That would be the one song I love by him.
As the John Mayer dude song, the only person who was in my head was Paul.

I listened along with the song intently, imagining me and Paul together in my head.

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me, discoverin' you, oh

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue, uh uh uh

And if you want love
Swim in a deep sea
(Of blankets)
Take all your big plans
(And break 'em)
This is bound to be a while

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder, I'll use my hands
Your body is a wonderland
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

I felt someone shaking me lightly.
"We're here." Was Paul's husky voice.
I yanked the headphones from ears, and placed it in my bag, not bothering to turn it off.
Isn't it weird that when your so... enveloped in something you don't seem to remember what sourrounds you.
His hands were out for me.
I smiled as his arms went around my waist, bringing me down to the firm ground below me.
As I looked up, his arm's still around me, holding me in a secure grip, I saw something spark in his eye's. Like he was glowing some how. The barely showing sun made it seem as if his eye's were sparkling.
Something went across his eye's, something. But his arm's were no longer around mine, but he was walking away, giving me last look as he descended toward the entrance. A hint of anger in his eye's.
Was he angry at me? I hope not.
I sighed, sliding down the side of the car, my but hitting the cold and luckily dry cement.

The bell went, the shrill piercing ring erupted throughout the whole of the school.
I sighed, heaving myself off of the ground.
As I got up, I dusted my butt, making sure there was no dust or bits of gravel on my backside.
What exactly do I even have first? I huffed, going lazily through my bag.
And once again, at the very fucking end of my fucking bag! Gosh.
"Need some help?" Said a voice that sounded like Dracula's.
I turned around, seeing someone quiet short, well short compared to me. Did I mention I was tall? No, well I am. Not overly tall, that guy was just shorter than most. -No pun intended-
"Err no thank you" I said to the boy, he looked to be trouble. And he was staring at me chest, another idiot staring. Perfect.
I rolled my eye's, turning back around so I could at least get to class on time. Which I highly doubt I will now.

History. Read my schedule. Oh god, but start running it's at the other end of the damn school!
I turned back around, running past the boy in great haste. Hopefully so I wouldn't recieve a afternoon detention or in school detention. How fun.
My desitanation came closer and closer with every stride I took. My bag thumping against my stomach as I ran.
As the door was in view I slowed, catching my breath. Damn.
I knocked on the door, just as I started breathing better.
"Ah, Mrs Black, nice for you to grace us with you presence. Sit next to Walker over there" He said in his nasally voice, gesturing to Paul he seemed to be relieved as he looked at me.
"Yes sir" I said nodding at him.
As I sat down next to Paul, he turned to me looking at me questioningly. "Where were you?"
"In the school grounds, w-"
"Mrs Black, if you want to talk, how about teaching the class than?"

"Okay" I said shrugging "Sure I can do quiet a better job then you" I muttered under my breath.
"Well come on. Describe these bodies to the class" He said gesturing to dead bodies on the overhead projecter that was on the plain whiteboard.
"Okay" I said, getting up, leaving my bag on the desk.
I got up, standing at the board.
My hand went forward, gesturing to him that I wanted the whiteboard marker, which went into my hand in a swift movement.

"Okay" I said awkwardly at the class who was staring at me, and Paul who was looking at me intently.
I cleared my throat. "Um picture one signifies that this.. Body was hung-"
"And why do you say that Mrs Black?" He asked, interested.
"Well, the snapping of his neck seems to me that his neck was snapped. And by the date above it was the date when they used to hand people"
He nodded, muttering a good work to me.
"Now picture two shows abrasions right above the neck were his forehead is. I would say since this is not deep abrasion that it was only a cut or two, and not a bullet wound for those who are wondering. But the specific object would seem unknown to others since the object is round and bullet like."
"Okay, mr's Black. Sit down please" He said, seeming angry.
"Okay than" I said slowly nodding. Muttering a 'ha ha' under my breath. Why? You ask. Easy, I just showed him off. He probably doesn't even think I know how to do this crap.