"Silly, silly girl." He chuckled into my hair.
"Err…Paul, were in class…" I said biting my lip hard. Did he like teasing me? No. He loved it.
"Yeah, well, we could have been in my bedroom right now, but," he paused. "Somebody wasn't too happy about that." My eyes widened and he burst out laughing.
"Mr Lahote. Is there a problem?" the teacher called.
He laughed uncontrollably, not caring who heard and no one dared to stop him. "N-N-no." he stuttered interrupted by his own laughs. I received a few raised eyebrows. "Absolutely hilarious." He chuckled when he managed to tame his own laughter.
"Laughing at your own cockiness, it's neither funny nor laughable." I rolled my eyes.
"Awwh' Kimmy. Don't go nerdy on me." He raised his eyebrows.
"Absolutely Hilarious." I copied his tone.
"Too cute." He smiled.
"I am not cute, for god sake Paul Lahote!"
"You, for god sake, are adorable Kimberly Connweller!"
"Don't get smart with me!" I frowned.
"Adorable." He repeated.
"Gosh, you're a pain in my butt."
"Ha. You're the lucky one. I want you on my butt." He smirked at my shocked face.
"You're not even funny. You're just dirty minded."
"About you, yes."
"Charming you're…" I paused "Charming."
"Now you're just making my head big, Kimmy."
"Nah, your head is already big enough."
"Whatever-your head would be this big too, if you had these drop dead good looks." He winked. I blushed.
"Your beautiful, you know that Kim?" he paused. "So fucking beautiful." Even with the curse word, I couldn't help but feel happy on the inside. Did I know his was lying? Hell yeah. He was so lying. I was far from 'beautiful'.
"No. It's not true." I breathed. He suddenly got up from his laid back position on his chair, to fully turned towards me.
"You're the most beautiful, stunning, sexy, girl I've ever seen! And don't let ANYONE" he snarled "tell you different. "He looked me straight in the eye.
"Liar." I muttered.
"I am not lying Kim!"
Changing subject… "What did you get for question 5?" I asked simply.
"I don't do work Kim." he flicked my hair in my face, so it whipped me.
"Right. I'm probably going to end up doing it at the end of the lesson."
He smirked. "Probably." He finished. I had a feeling that wasn't why he was smirking.
Paul's point of view
She was so cute, yeah, we probably would end up 'doing it' (wink, wink) at the end of the lesson. My arm brushed against her shoulder, her heart beat hammering out loud. I smirked-I loved the effect I had on her.
Kim's point of view
My arm tingled as to where he touched me. "Frigging hell you're hot!" I burst out.
"Awwh' Kim. Anyone would be thinking you had a crush on me." He was so very cocky.
"Err…I meant your temperature" I finished lamely.
"Yeah, I always get told that. Runs in the family type thing." He shrugged.
The next day…
I walked into school, my skinny jeans top on. "Kim!" Tara hurriedly walked to me.
"What's wrong, Tara?" I frowned slightly.
"Nothing…it's just, I haven't really talked to you properly, you know, since Jared and Paul got back. Don't frown, you'll get frown lines." Trust Tara to worry about 'frown lines' in the middle of the hallways.
I laughed once, "I have absolutely no idea what's going on." I admitted. "But whatever it is, I don't plan to stop it."
"You know Paul has a rep. A big rep…with Forks girls- the cheap sluts." She finished. Why did it hurt thinking about Paul with other girls? "Are you over Jared?" she raised an eyebrow.
Ahh…the ultimate question-was I over Jared. I had been asking myself this from the minute I was with and away from Paul.
"Yeah…I think, I think so." I hesitated.
"I hope so," she sounded uncertain. "We should do a 'just the girls' famous sleepovers." She smiled.
"We should do it this Friday. Hey! I was meant to text you, but, my parents were going out this weekend-so my mum and dad said you guys could come round!" we both smiled. Tara's eyes widened with excitement.
"Jeepers Creepers 2!" I squealed.
"Oh no! Please Kim? Why?"
"Because last time, you made us watch romantic stuff and then fell asleep through half of it. Not fun." I signed.
"Urgh! Fine." She groaned.
The bell rang. "Talk later-if you see Shelby and Casey, tell them too!" she yelled.
I walked to my locker to see Paul leaning against the one beside my own.
"Hey." He smiled.
"Hey." I smiled back.
"What's your favourite colour?" he asked.
"Blue. What's your favourite colour?"
He smiled, "Blue too."
"Favourite animal?"
"Err…tiger." I said. "And maybe a wolf. But tiger I think. What about you?"
"Wolf. Favourite food? Favourite singer, favourite subject?"
"Pizza. Chris brown, Nicki Minaj and Lil Wayne…Usher, Kelly." I added. He chuckled "Umm…English?" Maths was my favourite subject because of Jared-but I had English with Paul. Oh gosh..!
"What are your hobbies? What do you like doing?"
"Err..." no, I wasn't telling him. I blushed.
"Why are you blushing?" he traced my blush with his knuckle.
"No reason. Um…cliff diving. I like riding my motor bike."
"You ride motor bikes." His body trembled slightly "Do you KNOW how dangerous that is Kim? You could…" he started shaking.
"Kim!" Embry yelled running fast…very fast.
"Paul, relax. I don't ride fast, and I rarely ride. Seriously, please relax." I said in a soothing calm voice. His shaking had stopped slightly.
"Yeah Paul, relax." Embry said, he mumbled something else which I didn't quite hear. Whatever Embry had said seemed to stop the shaking. Paul shot a sympathetic look in my direction. "I'm sorry Kim." He bit his lip in the most adorable way.
"It's cool." I shrugged.
"I better get to my next class." Embry winked at me.
"See ya." I smiled back.
"Asshole." Paul growled.
"What?" I asked.
"The little shit was flirting with you." Paul grumbled.
"Awwh' is little Paulie jealous?" I cooed.
"Hell yeah I am!" He snapped, tugging my waist closer to him. "Your my girl." He said before whispering in my ear. "Don't forget it either." His warm breath hitting my throat. The one place-the second place that made me crazy for Paul. Oh good god. I moaned softly, his smirk lightened up his face. "…but I'm starting to doubt you ever could." He said. He was right. How the hell could I forget I was 'Paul's girl.' I hated the idea of me being a possession-but if I was a possession to Paul-that was slightly different. He chuckled.
"I have maths." I said.
"Science. See you at lunch?"
"Yeah," I said softly, we had stopped outside the door to my next class.
I stepped in towards the door-there he was. Jared Cameron.
DUN-DUN-DUU-UUN. Can you please write 'chick' in your review if you actually read my A/N's! Please review-then you'll get an update tomorrow did you guys like this chapter? I tried extra hard to make it a bit longer. Thanks for all the reviews-they really mean a lot. WHAT'S KIM'S HOBBY? Trying to find models that look remotely similar to Kim's friends in my head. Mhh…LUV U AWL! REVIEW! XOXO
