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ShaSha's P.O.V.

Gym class was horrible. I kept tripping over myself and I gave myself about twenty different scratches. No one knew why I was being such a klutz except maybe Mel and me. It was because that stupid Paul was on my mind! Lately, I've been finding it harder and harder to ignore him and it didn't help that he was trying to get under my skin with this whole baby thing. I was fuming the whole way to Health and I almost decided to skip the rest of the day and drive Blake's convertible home and just pick them up later. Almost. But I wasn't going to let Paul get the best of me. I'm just going to have to suck it up and deal with it, I told myself.

Paul was already in his seat and glaring out the window. I sat down next to him without a word and waited for class to start.

"Hey." He said grumpily.

"Hey." I replied in the same tone. This is good, we're making progress, I thought.

"Alright class, today you will be getting your flower-bags…I mean babies." Mr. Barney said. I rolled my eyes and put my head in my hand. There were plenty of people I would have liked to have cute little babies with but my current partner was not one of them. Mr. Barney handed a flower-bag to me like a nurse would give a real baby to a mother who had just birthed. I glared down at it and Paul glanced at it from the corner of his eye. I set it down on the table and crossed my arms over my chest. Stupid little thing, I thought.

"Now, for your first assignment I would like you and your partner to come up with a name for your baby." Mr. Barney said. The whole room started bustling with noise but my table stayed silent.

"Einstein." I told Paul, not looking at him. Paul snorted and turned fully around to look at me.

"What?"

"It's the baby's name, stupid." I said, still not looking at him.

"That's a dumb name."

"You got something better?" I growled, opening one eye to glare at Paul. He just smirked and turned away from me.

"I was thinking something along the lines of Dumbass junior. You know so you have something named after you."

"How about Asshole? It looks more like you so why not name it after you?" We both glared at each other before he chuckled and turned away.

"Alright fine. Asshole it is."

"Did you two come up with a name?" Mr. Barney said, popping up out of nowhere. How the hell does he do that? Paul smirked and I gave him a warning look. Don't even think about it you evil little…I warned him in my mind. I could almost hear his thoughts as if he'd said it out loud. Too late!

"Yep." Paul said, beaming.

"And…it is?" Mr. Barney prompted.

"Asshole."

Thanks to Paul's little stunt, we both got a week's worth of detention and we also failed the first assignment. I was sitting in the Office, trying to ignore the mocking looks Mrs. Lowell was giving me. I was glaring at the wall while Paul looked totally at ease sitting next to me. His hands were behind his head and his foot was bouncing up and down as if he was listening to a good beat. It took all of my self control not to grab his stupid leg and break it. But it was way too quiet in the office.

"How can you stand this?" I asked him icily. His mood didn't dampen and he opened one eye to look at me.

"Stand what?"

"This! The silence! Aren't you worried you're parents will find out about our detention?" He looked somewhat thrilled when I said the world 'our' but he quickly brushed it off. He closed his eyes again and snorted.

"My parents could care less about what happens to me at school. And a little silence couldn't hurt once in a while when you hang out with people who talk non-stop." I couldn't help but smile at that. At the same time a picture of Quil popped into our minds and I giggled. I giggled. Paul looked as surprised as I was and he stared at me as I fell off of my chair laughing. He was trying not to laugh but he was failing miserably and pretty soon he was on the floor as well. Mrs. Lowell was staring at us like we were crazy. Paul and I continued to roll around on the floor, lost in laughter, until Principal Mickey walked in and told us to stop. With tears in our eyes, we followed him into his office. I smiled up at Paul, still trying not to laugh, and he grinned back down at me. We sat down next to each other in the soft maroon cushion chairs and watched the principal sit down.

"Ah, Mr. Johnson, so nice to see you again. And who's this? A pretty lady you've brought with you this time?" Principal Mickey said in a honey-smooth voice. I tried my hardest not to roll my eyes and instead I looked at the wall. There were all kinds of trophies and certificates of achievement framed all over the walls. Geeze, self-confident much, I thought.

"Do you know why you two are here?"

"No." Paul said flatly, all signs of humor gone. You wouldn't have even known he was just laughing his head off. He looked so serious…it was weird. I kept staring at him until I realized they were both looking at me. I blushed and said,

"Because we named our baby Asshole?" Oops, wasn't supposed say that.

"Yes, very good." The principal said, smiling smugly at me. I blushed again and looked down at the floor. Stop making a dumbass of yourself! Maybe Paul's right, we should of named it that instead, I thought irritably at myself.

"Well, Mr. Johnson and Ms…."

"Wilson." I coughed. I'm not a fan of my last name.

"Ms. Wilson, you are already both aware of the detention sentence I'm about to give you." I nodded numbly, feeling tears in my eyes. I don't know why but whenever I got embarrassed enough, I start to cry. Probably because I make a fool of myself all of the time. My tear ducts are attatched to my lungs and my cheeks (figuratively speaking). Whenever I blush too much, I'll cry, and if I'm laughing too hard, I'll cry…and it doesn't take very much to make me laugh to hard.

Paul must have noticed my discomfort…or my tears, because he quickly said to the principal,

"She didn't do anything, really. Its only her second day here, anyways. I think she should get let off the hook." The principal must have saw something on my face because he nodded and said,

"Well, since you feel so strongly about that Paul. I'll see you here tomorrow after school. You may leave." I quickly ran out the door and past Mrs. Lowell who watched me leave in surprise. I could almost see the evil smile that formed on her face. I heard the final bell ring and students came rushing out of their classrooms. Great, I thought. Now everyone will see my tears. I don't even know why I was still crying. Maybe because I kept thinking about the smile Mrs. Lowell gave me. Or maybe it was because I was so angry at Paul. Paul! That jerk, he'll pay! He's the reason I'm crying and making a fool of myself!

I quickly began to stuff whatever homework I had into my backpack and slammed my locker shut. I stomped outside and leaned against Blake's convertible. What's taking them so long? Finally Mel, Eryn, and Blake stepped into view and they all came rushing towards me.

"What happened? Where'd you go?" Eryn asked.

"Why was Mr. Barney turning red? He looked really scary from where I was sitting." Mel said. It was even scarier from my point of view, I thought.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked, suddenly concerned. Damn perception!

"Nothing, promise." I said, wiping away a few tears from my eyes.

"Let's go home, okay? I'll tell you when we get home." They all nodded mutely and we all hopped in. Blake pulled out of the parking lot, cutting more than one person off, and I stared back at school. I spotted Paul walking out the school and staring right back at me with a worried look. I quickly turned around and started humming Little Bitty Pretty One, soon forgetting all about Paul.