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AN: Hope you all read my Author's Note, and I stayed up extra late to get this out to you all, it's like 2 in the morning lol, and I'm slightly over tired, but I really really wanted to get the next chapter up because the reviews rocked! Hopefully I'll get a lot more and get another chapter up soon! Read and REview!

What happened in last chapter-

My palms were starting to sweat. This was my class with Paul, where I had to sit in front of him. I could feel my heart picking up its pace, as did my foot steps.

When I got to the entrance of the door, I noticed that he was already there, but he wasn't looking at me. He was looking at my desk, and as I neared I noticed that there was something on it.

A note.

My breathing hitched, when slid into my seat, I picked up the note, and unfolding it with shaking hands.

My eyes frantically scanned over the words. There were only five, and they made no sense, at all- You need to be careful.

Chapter Eight

Notes and Warnings

The first thought that came to my mind was, is he for real?

And with out hesitation I pulled my note book out from under my books, turned to a clean page and scrawled out- Is this suppose to be some sort of threat? Because honestly, it sure sounded like one to me.

I didn't bother folded it neatly like Paul had. I just balled it up messily and threw it back over my shoulder, hoping that it would land on his desk, or if not that he would have enough common sense to be waiting for it and catch it before it hit the floor.

Tapping my fingernails nervously on the desk's surface, I waited somewhat impatiently and excitedly for his response. A few seconds later, I got it.

Of course not. It's more of a suggestion. One that should be taken seriously.

Sighing I wrote a quick retort back- And what might I ask, should I be on the alert for exactly?

I threw the note back, and not a few seconds later did I hear a strangled noise from behind me. Turning in my seat I looked at Paul's face. He was looking at the note though, with a look of sheer concentration on his face and . . .mild frustration. He must have sensed me looking because he glanced up.

It was the first time I think that I had actually looked at him at such a close proximity, in quite a long time. All of his boyish features were completely gone, his eyes had no trace of the mischief, arrogance, and spark of confidence that they once held. He looked like a broken man who had been through some horrible trauma. It disturbed me, more than it probably should have and I had to turn away.

Facing the chalkboard, and taking a few deep breaths I started to calm down. The teacher finally walked in, taking his place at his desk, before instructing a student at the front to hand out our worksheets.

I could hear the distinct sound of scribbling from behind me, and I knew that Paul was trying to still come up with a reply to my question. And after a few more seconds I finally got my answer.

Brady.

I literally had to put my hand to my mouth to muffled the laughs that tried to escape. Was he insane? Why in the world would I need to be afraid of Brady, my loving, caring, baby brother who wouldn't hurt a fly? It took extra long to get my next question out- What did Brady ever do to make you think I needed to be afraid of him? I threw the note back carelessly, not even bothering to aim for his desk this time.

The note came sailing back to me.

He didn't do anything- yet. It's what he's gonna do, or what's gonna happen actually. I can't really get into details. Just be cautious around him, be careful what you say or do while you're in front of him. Try not to make him angry, Hannah. I'm just trying to protect you, okay.

I critically scanned the note word from word.

It didn't make sense, and I should have paid more attention to that, to the meaning and importance of what he was trying to say- any sensible person would have. But I couldn't help but chew over the way he worded his words. 'I'm just trying to protect you' That's what I was trying to dissect. What did it mean? Was this his strange way of saying he still cared about me. . .or was starting to care about me, because before it wasn't for real. It was all so confusing, and for the rest of the period I couldn't stop thinking about his considerate words because Paul, the Paul Walker I knew, didn't say things like- 'I'm jut trying to protect you' it wasn't in his philosophy of things to say to girls, or to anyone actually. I've never heard him say something so sweet or confusing in all the time that I'd known him.

When the bell rang, I took a deep breath and gingerly let it out before I stood up, and gathered my things off my desk. I knew before I even took a step to leave that Paul was right behind me, shadowing my every move. By the time I had taken four steps he spoke.

"Hannah?"

And without my permission my body froze.

"What, Paul?" I asked, cursing myself for my lack of strength to ignore him. I waited a few seconds, but he still didn't speak up. "What is it? I need to get to my next class."

"Can you turn around? Or does it disgust you that much to have to look at me?" He asked, his usual anger and arrogance creeping into his words, but this time it held traces bitterness too.

Reluctantly I faced him, holding my books tightly to my chest, and taking note that there weren't many people still left in the classroom. "What?" I asked again, a little less harshly.

Paul ran a hand through his short cropped raven color hair before actually meeting my eyes. "I just wanted to um, know if you're gonna take my advice, or warning actually about Brady, because he can be really dangerous right now and-"

I cut him off. "Dangerous? You do not know my brother, don't talk about him like you do. Brady would never ever do anything to hurt anyone, and I don't know who you've been hanging out with, or what you've been doing to get these ideas planted into your crazy head, but just back off, okay. You've already hurt me enough to last me a life time, and I'm dealing with it, but don't go around hurting and saying insane things about my brother," I said, breathing heavily, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I felt high from the anger and excitement of telling Paul off.

He and some other remaining students, and my Math teacher just sort of stared at me with shocked expressions. Not that I blamed them, I was usually so quiet, and calm, barely speaking to anyone at all, and I had never yelled at anyone like that before. The staring continued, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Without a second thought, I made a quick exit through the door and into the hallway.

And of course Paul had to be dramatic and follow me.

"Wait! Hannah, don't go," he said loudly enough for people's heads to turn and stare at me walking swiftly down the hall with the one and only Paul Walker chasing after her.

Before I could turn the corner a warm, large and caught my elbow. "Han-"

"Don't touch me," I said with so much venom in my voice that I actually couldn't believe that it was me talking.

He dropped my arm like I had burned him. His eyes held hurt, and he actually looked like he was about to cry. . . The thought, that went through my mind at that moment made me sick, because when I thought of seeing Paul cry right there in front of a hallway full of students that thought he was so bad and cool amused me. I wanted to humiliate him then, I wanted him to feel the pain and disgrace I felt when he made a joke out of me merely months before.

"Plea-"

"Why won't you leave me alone? Do you not get that I don't want to see or talk to you, Paul? Are you that dense?"

Paul took a step back, his face still twisted in a mask of pain. "I care about you, Hannah. You have no idea how much I care, and I'm just trying to protect you, can't you see that?" He explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I actually blanched at his words. "Really? That's rich, coming from you, Mr. I Don't Care About Anyone or Anything. You're completely full of it, and I don't know if this is another one of your pranks or what, but I'm through with you, Paul, I'm done with you and your mindless actions and deceitful words. . ." I had to break my sentence off, because I was starting to feel sick, like I would have to run to the bathroom and puke.

Thank God that my brother showed up at the time that he did. When I glanced to my right and saw him marching down the hallway towards us with a determined expression on his face, I almost wanted to cry out in relief.

Bray came to my side, putting a protective hand on my shoulder, and glared at Paul. "What's your issue? Didn't you get enough sick kicks out of harassing my sister already? Can't you see how broken she is, that she's had enough torture from you?"

Paul stared at him with a look of anger and regret. "I-I-I didn't. . . I didn't know that it would effect her so much. . . I never meant to hurt-"

"You're such a liar. You actually going to stand here and lie to my face, and Hannah's? Because you knew exactly what was going to happen, and you know what? You didn't care, and now we don't care. Stay away from my sister," Brady said with such hatred that I cowered a bit. And before I could even register what was going on, he pulled me along with him in the opposite direction.

We walked a few feet, but it wasn't far enough that I wasn't able to hear Paul's faint murmur of- "I'm sorry, Hannah."

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