A/N: So I took the time to go through my reviews and I even got to speak to a real police officer, so I decided to rewrite the fight scene from last chapter. Before anyone goes on with reading this chapter, please re-read the last part where Ash and Paul fight because I did some important changes!

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For this chapter, I'm including some law stuff that Ash and Paul have to follow and that's why I talked to a police officer in the first place because I don't know how jail, etc works out with street fights and stuff.

Lilac symbolizes new awakenings.

Paul hissed quietly when he felt the nurse dab his wound with a soft cloth. He stared hard at the wound and took another look at the nurse before him. She had just stitched his wound up since it seemed really deep, but Paul appreciated the fact that this woman took the time to stitch his bad stab wound.

"Thanks," he mumbled, tearing his eyes off of her.

The nurse dabbed his stitched wound once more with a soft cloth and then slowly leaned back. "You're welcome," she said softly, placing his cloth inside of a tray.

Paul slowly narrowed his eyes at one of the officers that was leaning at the doorway watching them. Since he got to the jail, he was being watched by the police. He groaned silently and slowly turned his head to the nurse again.

The nurse continued to dab his wound and when she was done, she smiled at him and said, "All done." She narrowed her eyes at the officer who was standing at the doorway. "You can take him now," she said.

Paul kept a plain face and hopped off the seat he was sitting on while the nurse took care of his wound. When he stopped in front of the officer, the officer grabbed him and forced him around roughly so he could put handcuffs back over his wrists again.

Paul couldn't believe the events that happened that night. Getting in jail because of Ash, really? And getting stabbed by him? Paul was furious, but he kept a straight face as the police officer now began to guide him to his jail cell.

He planned to call Reggie, so he could bail him out, but he was also worried about that one guy's car he had damaged during the fight with Ash. Usually when damaging someone else's property, that person who got their property damaged could press charges and Paul was worried if that person might press charges against him.

As Paul watched the bars open, he walked into his cell after getting his handcuffs off and turned around briefly to face the officer in front of him. The officer gave him a smirk and Paul wanted to rip that smirk right off that man's face, but he kept himself in control and just gave him a glare while the man slowly closed his cell bars.

Shaking his head, Paul turned around and walked toward the phone that was hanging on the wall. He needed to call Reggie, he wasn't planning on spending the night there at all.

As he placed the phone up to his ear, he waited for his brother to answer the phone and he was hoping he would.

A few moments passed by and Paul was beginning to think that Reggie just wasn't going to answer, but he was soon proven wrong when he heard him pick up his phone.

"Hello?" He asked, sounding confused.

Paul wasn't surprised to hear that Reggie sounded confused, especially since he was calling him from a prison.

"Hey, I'm in jail. Fucking Ash picked a fight with me on the street and I need you to bail me out."

"Really Paul? Jail?" Reggie asked.

Paul stared hard at the grey wall in front of him, not in the mood to hear Reggie getting mad at him for ending up in jail. He just wanted to get home and get the night over with already. "Look, I'm already pissed off as it is, so can you please come over here and bail me out? I'm really not trying to stay here over night."

He listened as Reggie sighed from the other end. "Fine, but where's the jail at?"

"Riker's Island," Paul mumbled.

Reggie took a moment to think and Paul stared hard at the wall in front of him, waiting for Reggie to answer.

"Alright, I'll be there in the bit."

"Alright," Paul placed the phone back onto its holder and turned his head towards the bars again.

He still couldn't believe he was in jail, all because of a freaking street fight. If it wasn't for Ash, then maybe he wouldn't be here tonight and he would be home in his bed, sleeping. He was already stressed out about Dawn and now Ash wanted to add more stress on top of it, so Paul was pretty ticked off.

"Yeah, can you please pick me up mom?"

Paul raised his eyebrow, instantly recognizing that voice as Ash's.

"I know… I know… I just… I was mad and—mom I know."

Paul felt his fists ball up as he walked towards the bars, waiting for Ash to hang up on the phone with his mother. It was that asshole's fault he's in jail in the first place.

"Okay… alright… See you mom."

When he heard the basketball player get silent again, Paul immediately assumed Ash placed the phone back onto the holder, so he opened his mouth to speak. "If it wasn't for your bitch ass, I wouldn't be in here." Paul growled.

Paul could tell Ash was taken aback and it got quiet for a few seconds, but then he heard Ash respond. "Okay, first off, I didn't think it would come down to this and second, you were being a dick, especially to Dawn, so I felt like you needed to be taught a lesson."

"Well that's fucking pathetic because look where you got us at? You got us in fucking prison, plus you fucking stabbed me." Paul spat.

"For the last time, it was an accident!"

"Stabbing someone isn't no fucking accident!" Paul growled. "I fucking hate your guts for putting me in this shit."

"Well you were treating Dawn like complete shit and plus you slept with Giselle—"

"Okay, for one, what happens between me and Dawn is none of your fucking business, and two, who really gives a fuck if I slept with Giselle? The hoe doesn't even give a shit about anybody but herself."

"She's not a hoe." Ash growled.

Paul rolled his eyes. "You are so fucking stupid if you really think she isn't. But if that's the main reason why you decided to try and fight me, then you're really fucking pathetic." Paul shook his head, "Fighting me for a chick who doesn't give a shit about you."

Paul gripped onto the bars in front of him, becoming even more upset.

"She isn't just any chick. She's just misunderstood." Ash argued back.

Paul honestly could care less about Ash and his romance drama. "Whatever. That still doesn't change the fact that your dumbass decided to fight me in a public area."

It got quiet for a moment and Paul was beginning to wonder if Ash finally had nothing to say, but then he heard Ash speak again, but this time in more calm tone. "Fine. I was wrong for fighting you in a public area, but I'm not going to say sorry for fighting you. You broke Dawn's heart completely and I wasn't having that, plus it does bother me that you had sex with Giselle more than once without knowing who she really is. I don't expect you to understand, but you deserved that fight tonight and if you think otherwise, then there's something wrong with you."

"For the last time, what happens between me and Dawn is none of your fucking busine—"

"You know what your problem is Paul? The only reason why you and her have problems all the time is because you don't trust her at all. You keep thinking I'm going to take her away from you and I'm not. She's my best friend, so I'm always going to be in her life whether you like it or not Paul, we've been best friends for years, way before you came into the picture. So you got one hell of a lot of nerve breaking Dawn's heart because she's always been loyal to you. If you can't even trust her, then you don't deserve to be with her. She deserves to be with someone who trusts her."

Paul was becoming slowly upset at that last comment and he was about to speak, but Ash cut him off again.

"I know you well enough to know that you're gonna curse me out, so save it. Just think about what I just said and think it out in your head. You really need to see what you're doing with your relationship because if you keep being like that, you're going to lose her for good. It's not going to be her fault or my fault, it's going to be your fault. You're insecure because you think you're not good enough for her, you're insecure because you think that she isn't loyal to you, and you're insecure because you think that she doesn't love you. That's the problem here, your insecurities."

Paul blinked as he listened to those words, not sure of what to say now.

"You need to do something quick with those insecurities, because if not you're going to lose her."

Paul stared hard at the bars in deep thought, actually listening to Ash's words this time. He was beginning to realize that everything Ash was saying was true. Usually, he doesn't bother listening to whatever Ash had to say, but for some reason Paul was beginning to think that maybe Ash is right, that maybe it really is his insecurities.

Paul frowned slightly to himself and let his eyes wander off toward the floor. That anger that was in him a moment ago slowly faded into a calm one, but now he was beginning to feel really shitty, especially with the way he had been treating Dawn.

"Why don't you trust me?" She argued.

"Because you don't trust me." He answered, now getting up on his feet. "All your attention always fucking goes to Ash."

Dawn made a face. "What!?" She started to become more furious. "Are you serious!? You think I have feelings for Ash?"

Paul chuckled lightly, "Well there's no need to make up some kind of pathetic excuse as to why you don't."

"I don't!" She argued, but Paul still believed otherwise. "I love you Paul, why don't you get that?"

"Because you said you don't trust me!" He shouted, his fist clenching at his side. "If you love me like you say you do, you would trust me, but you don't. Sorry if it seemed like I used your precious little game for answers, but now I know exactly where we stand. We're through," Paul brushed past her and stormed his way toward where he had entered the tent in the first place.

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"Seriously? You still think I have feelings for him? Come on now, I'm dating you! Not him! I've been with you for a long time! I'm crazy in love with you! I've fucking slept with you!"

"That doesn't prove shit." He snapped. "You wish it were him, instead of me. It's always been Ash and you know it. He's always been the good guy, always did and says all the right things. He's the one that you wish you were with, not me."

"I don't care if you're not like him! I don't want you to be like him!" She argued back. "I love you just the way you are, Paul. Stop worrying about Ash because honestly this is really ridiculous! Your jealousy on him really needs to stop now—"

"I am not jealous." Paul pointed out.

"Yes, you are."

"Whatever," he groaned.

"I'm calling him back,"

"What, so he can calm you down and make you happy?"

"You know what. If you're not going to trust me, that's okay."

"Where are you going?" Paul demanded.

"Home," she said angrily as she continued to gather her things together.

He knew she was going to leave and there was nothing he can do to stop her, especially after upsetting her with this. But he couldn't help himself, Ash just keeps getting in the way.

She began to head for the door, but she turned to look at him first. Paul looked at her and froze when he saw tears falling from her eyes. "When are you ever going to trust me?" She whispered. Paul was going to answer that, but she soon walked out of his room.

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"I think… we need to take a break," she whispered. "Just for a little while…"

Paul furrowed his eyebrows together at that comment, not understanding what she was trying to do. "You're breaking up with me?"

Dawn looked down at her feet and then looked up at him, frowning. "I love you, Paul. But I feel like you need to trust me and I think that if we have some time apart from each other, it will give us enough time to fall back together."

Paul shook his head, not liking this at all. "No," he said lowly. "After everything we've been through? I can't handle that. I am not letting Ash ruin this for us—"

"Stop it," Dawn hissed, becoming irritated now. "This has nothing to do with him," she argued. "This is between us, so stop making it about him."

Paul got quiet now, listening to her.

"I know you're afraid of losing me, Paul." She whispered, causing him to look into her eyes now. "But I need space."

Paul kept his eyes on her and saw her walking up to him as she placed a kiss upon his cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispered, now walking away.

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"How dare you accuse me of having feelings for Ash when you're over here having sex with Giselle!?" She screamed, her voice nearly echoing throughout the hall.

"And that's a problem, because…?"

"It's a problem because I'm your girlfriend!" She shrieked.

Paul laughed at that statement. "Girlfriend?" he laughed again. "We're on a break, remember?"

"That doesn't mean you can go around doing whatever you want." She said lowly, her lips now trembling.

"Actually, it does. You broke up with me, so don't act like you own me."

"How could you do this to me?" she whispered.

"I'm not hurting you," Paul laughed, a bit confused about her behavior. "I'm just having fun. Giselle seems like the kind of girl that I need anyway. She likes to fuck a lot, just like I do." He paused for a moment and then spoke again. "I like fucking her." Paul smiled. "She's way better in bed than you are."

"Fuck you," she said bitterly as tears now began to form in her eyes.

Paul wasn't fazed by her tears. "You already did." He smirked slightly. "More than once."

"Got nothing to say huh?" Paul laughed darkly.

He watched as tears slowly fell from her cheeks, her heart shattering right in front of him.

"And you lost your virginity to me?" He moved his face down to her level. "You're pathetic,"

"You are such a bastard!"

"At least I'm not a whore like you." Paul stared at her with dark eyes. "Did you like it when I hit it from the back?" He waited for her to answer, but she stared at him in shock. "How about when you sucked my dick, did you like that?"

Without thinking, she did the first thing that came across her mind. She smacked him across the face, hearing that burning sensation lingering in the air. Tears fell from her eyes like a waterfall and she felt like her heart was being ripped right out of her chest.

"Go to hell!" She screamed, making it sound like more of a demand.

Paul slowly turned his face to look at her. She could see that huge red mark forming on the side of his face, but she didn't care.

"I never want to see your face again." She whispered. "I hope you die,"

Paul stared at the floor for a long moment and then finally decided to speak after thinking for a long time and remembering everything that had happened with him and Dawn. "… What if I already lost her?" he asked lowly, not expecting for Ash to respond anyway. "I fucked up badly. I called her things I shouldn't have… I think she's never gonna forgive me." It was weird to him to finally open up to Ash, of all people, in a way, but Ash somehow got through to him in a surprising way.

"Well, one thing I do know is that Dawn really does love you, but you really broke her heart Paul. I honestly have no idea if she would forgive you. But knowing her, she most likely would because she loves you."

"Then what should I do?" Paul wondered, his mind focused on just Dawn and his actions.

"I can't exactly tell you what to do, but what I'm going to tell you is that you have to work really hard to win her back. She isn't going to forgive you from one day to the next."

"I don't expect her to," Paul frowned and then took a seat on his little bed that was made inside of the jail cell.

"If you do end up winning her back, you really need to let go of your insecurities because if you don't, you're going to drive her away for good."

Paul nodded his head simply, not expecting Ash to see him, but he still nodded his head anyway, though Ash was in the cell beside his.

"Alright," Paul sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Hey Paul, I'm sorry for stabbing you. I really didn't mean to, I'm not even lying about that."

Paul licked his lips and looked at his stitched up wound. "It's whatever, I got it stitched anyway."

"Boys, you have a visitor." One of the officers said.

Paul narrowed his eyes and looked past the bars that was blocking him from leaving his cell. He slowly got up from his bed and walked over to the bars, curious about who was the visitor.

The officer and a man beside him with a beard and dark brown hair stood before his cell. The officer looked at Paul and then narrowed his eyes at Ash who was in the cell beside Paul's.

"Hey boys." The man said.

Paul raised his eyebrow at the man, wondering who the hell he was because he didn't recognize the guy at all.

"I'm David Harrison. You guys are probably wondering who I am, so I'll just tell you. You know that car you guys damaged? Yeah, that was my car."

Paul's face fell flat at that comment and he was pretty sure Ash's face fell flat as well. "Shit," Paul said from under his breath. He grabbed onto the bars that was blocking him and looked at the man again. "Are you gonna press charges against us? Look, I'm sorry man, but—"

"No sweat," David said, catching Paul off guard. Paul raised his eyebrow. "I can tell that you guys are just teenagers in high school. Seniors maybe, I don't know." The guy shrugged. "I was pretty pissed off when I saw how my car looked, but then I realized that the transportation around this place is pretty hard anyway. Most people who live out here walk, use trains and buses to get places, so a car isn't really needed, especially while living in the city." David looked at Ash and then looked at Paul. "So I'll tell you what. I'll let you guys off the hook since I can tell you guys obviously don't got the kind of money that I need for my car."

"What are you trying to say, that we're broke?" Paul spoke up, becoming offended with that last comment.

"No, but if you're saying that you got the money then I guess I should make you guys press charges—"

"No," Ash spoke up. David slowly turned his head to Ash who was standing inside the cell beside Paul. David raised his eyebrow. "Paul, can you shut up please?" Ash sighed and ran a hand through his black hair. "Look, we're sorry for damaging your car, but we really don't have the money for it right now. I need to get out of jail and so does he. And to confirm your thoughts right, we are seniors and we're close to graduating, so I rather be let off the hook."

The man nodded his head. "Okay, then we have a deal. But can I ask why were you guys fighting in a public area in the first place? I'm pretty sure you guys knew it was a high chance of ending up here."

Paul rolled his eyes and turned around, now beginning to pace around in his cell.

"High school drama, nothing serious." Ash commented.

David raised his eyebrow at Ash and then looked at Paul again.

Paul continued to pace around, deciding to say nothing more.

"Alright," David turned his head to the officer. "I'm done here, officer. I don't need to press charges."

Paul let out a soft sigh of relief as he listened to the man and the officer walk away.

It got quiet again for a few moments and Paul took another seat on the bed again. He ran a hand through his hair this time and began to think again.

"Hey, Paul?" He heard Ash speak from the other cell.

"What?" Paul mumbled, staring hard at the floor.

"Are we cool now?"

Paul sat there quietly, not sure if he actually wanted to be on good terms with Ash. He always got annoyed just being around him and even listening to him. He just never liked Ash to begin with.

But Paul was beginning to realize what Ash was saying. Maybe Dawn really doesn't look at Ash as anything more than a friend, maybe she just looks at him like a brother she never had. Maybe it was true, maybe Paul is insecure about himself. Maybe he's scared that he isn't perfect for her.

"Yeah," he said finally. "We're cool."

Just a week ago he was dealing with jail and stuff, but luckily Reggie got to bail him out. Ash got bailed out by his mother and Paul was sure that his mother went off on him. Reggie sure went off on Paul when he got bailed out, but Paul was happy to finally put the fight behind him. He had more things to worry about, like fixing things with Dawn.

It was only one week till Prom, and Paul only had one week left to mend things with Dawn.

He was standing across the street from their high school, staring at it and waiting for her to come. When he saw her approach the school, he immediately took a moment to smoke his cigarette one last time before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it, putting out the fire.

He shoved his hands in his leather jacket pockets and began walking across the street after waiting for the don't walk sign to change to the walk sign. Paul quickly made it across the street and watched as she was heading for the stairs that led to the entrance of the school.

Paul quickly got behind her and brought a blue rose over her head, stopping her in her tracks.

Earlier, he had asked Drew for advice and usually Drew liked to woo girls over with roses, so he gave Paul a blue rose just for her.

Dawn furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion when she saw the rose and turned around briefly when she saw Paul. Her mood completely changed as soon as she saw him.

"Hey," he breathed, not sure of what else to say, especially after ruining things with her.

She let out an angry breath and continued to walk, trying to avoid him. Paul rushed to her side and put his arm around her. By doing that, she flinched and quickly got out of his grip. "Don't touch me." She snapped in a very angry tone.

Paul stared at her, seeing how angry she looked. He frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, I just—"

"What, you think that you can just give me a freaking rose and everything goes back to normal?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

"No, but—"

"Fuck you, Paul." She spat through clenched teeth.

Paul opened his mouth at that comment, watching as she turned around again.

He licked his lips, listening as someone behind him ran past him and tapped Dawn on the shoulder, saying "Hey," before running up to the steps.

"May!" Dawn called out. Paul instantly realized it was May and May whipped her head around, taking a step down as Dawn walked towards her.

"When are we going to look for Prom dresses?" She wondered.

Paul raised his eyebrow at that comment. He smiled lightly as he heard that she mentioned Prom dresses. So she is going to Prom, he thought.

"I was thinking Wednesday 'cause I'm not busy that day. Is that good for you?" May had books in her hands, holding them against her chest.

"That sounds great." Dawn smiled.

Paul cleared his throat and Dawn kept her eyes on May, now slowly looking down at the floor.

May looked over at Paul, though his eyes was on Dawn. "Are you still going to Prom with me?" he asked.

Dawn laughed at that comment. Is he seriously asking me this? She shook her head and turned around slightly, eyeing him with a serious look. "Are you kidding me?"

May raised her eyebrow, wondering what was going on between them.

"I'm not your girlfriend anymore." She said in all seriousness. "So no, I'm not going with you."

Paul stared at her, feeling those words hitting him as he tried to remain calm.

"How about Giselle?" Dawn forced a smile. "She could be your date. Why don't you ask her?" That smile she had on her face soon dropped into a firm line and she turned around briefly, now walking up the steps. "Come on, May."

May looked at Dawn and then looked at Paul again. She wondered what was going on between the two, but she shook her head and walked with Dawn.

Paul watched as the two girls entered the school and he frowned.

Angrily, he dropped the rose to the floor and walked off.

Giselle chewed on her bottom lip nervously, watching Ash playing basketball with his friends.

She spent her whole weekend thinking about everything he had said to her. He was most definitely right about everything—she wanted to change into a good person, she didn't want to continue living her life like this. Every day she was always treated like a thing and not a person and she was getting sick and tired of it. Even her own mother has problems with her just because she let Silas ruin her life.

She frowned again, realizing that Ash was right. It wasn't Silas fault that she continued to let herself go. It was all her. She let this happen to her, not Silas.

Giselle continued to watch Ash playing with his friends.

They played basketball for a little while longer before heading into the boy's locker room. Giselle walked out of the gym and toward the boy's locker room. She knew she wasn't allowed in there, but she really needed to talk to Ash.

Regaining her composure, she pushed the boy's locker room door open and walked inside. She gained shocked looks from guys who were shirtless and changing, but she avoided the team members, specifically looking for a raven haired basketball player.

Ash pulled his shirt off and placed it on the bench, now getting his clothes that he was going to change into.

The locker room began to quiet down a bit and Ash began to wonder why it all of a sudden got quiet. He looked up and saw Brock pointing behind him.

Ash turned around briefly only to see Giselle standing before him.

She stared at him for a while with a serious look on her face, ignoring the other eyes that was on her. She didn't care that the other team members were in her business, but she really needed to talk to him.

"You were right about everything." She started. "It's not Silas. It's me…"

Ash stared at her and Giselle let her eyes wonder off to his chest, not really focusing on his shirtless figure, though she did notice that he had bruises around his chest and a scar at the top of his head along with his lip. "You do deserve someone a lot better than I am." Giselle slowly looked back at his eyes. "I just… I apologize for leading you on and doing all these shitty things to you… to be honest, I'm just a fucked up person and I really can't blame no one else except for me." She forced a smile and folded her arms beneath her chest. "Um, you don't have to forgive me if you don't want to… I just… I really appreciate all that you've done for me and I'm sorry that I wasn't grateful."

Ash listened carefully, raising his eyebrow slightly at her.

Giselle let out a shaky breath and dropped her arms to her side. "I guess I'll go now…" She pursed her lips and slowly turned around.

"Wait," Ash called and Giselle smiled lightly, turning back around to face him.

Gary watched the two at his locker and he felt his fist clench. "Let her leave, Ash." He demanded.

"Shut up, Gary." Ash mumbled, his eyes on Giselle still.

Giselle stared at him as she waited for him to speak.

"Are you going to stop fooling around with guys?"

She nodded her head, frowning slightly. "I'll try…"

Ash raised his eyebrow again and she frowned again. "Okay, yes, I am…"

"I forgive you, but I don't think I can trust you."

"I don't blame you…" she trailed off.

"You did a lot of selfish things that I can't really let go of," he continued.

"I see…" She bit down on her bottom lip and frowned again. "I just… I still want you in my life as a friend. I mean… you're the only person that cares about me…"

He stared at her for a bit as silence now formed between them.

She looked up at his eyes again.

"I'll think about it." He decided, now seeing a hopeful look in her eyes. He let out a soft sigh. "You should get out of here before you get caught,"

"Yeah," She nodded, smiling at him.

Ash watched as she now turned around and headed out of the boy's locker room.

When she left, Gary looked over at Ash again, still upset. "I thought you was through with her?"

"I am," Ash shot back, locking his eyes on Gary. "Just because I forgave her, doesn't mean I want to date her."

"Yeah, but you still have feelings for her." Gary shot back.

"Yeah, but she's not Misty." Ash pointed out. "And anyway. I want to be single. I'm tired of letting girls stop me from doing what I need to do." Ash turned to the bench again and pulled his shirt on.

"I thought you was over Misty,"

"Yeah, I thought so too." Ash looked over at Gary again. "But it's whatever," he placed his stuff inside his duffle bag and put the strap over his shoulder.

He turned away and started heading out of the locker room.

It had been at least 30 minutes in class and Paul kept looking over at Dawn and May. They were talking to each other and he couldn't help but notice May continuing to look at him every few seconds. He wondered if they were talking about him because she kept looking at him. Paul wouldn't be surprised if they were because May does happen to be Dawn's best friend as well as Ash.

May took a moment to look at Paul again and Paul this time kept his eyes on May and then slowly looked over Dawn.

May licked her lips and looked over at Dawn again. "Hey, what's going on with you and Paul?" she wondered, a bit curious after witnessing the obvious tension that was going on between the two earlier that day.

The Blue Diamond turned her head to look over at Paul, seeing that he was looking at her. She stared at him for a little while longer before turning her head back to May, sighing lightly. "I'll tell you later, okay?"

"Okay," May whispered, looking over at Paul.

She saw as he made eye contact with her and then he looked down at his notebook.

Night time quickly settled over the city, the moon shinning bright and the stars noticeable in the sky.

Ash looked over at Giselle again. He was in position and ready to play basketball with her.

Ever since she came into the locker room, he hit her up later that day asking if she can meet him at his place and play basketball in the backyard. Knowing her, he knew she didn't like basketball much, but he didn't care.

He spent at least a good few hours debating what he wanted. She wanted a second chance, so he felt that this was a good time to see if she wasn't playing games.

"You know I suck at basketball…" She wined, getting into position as well.

Ash smirked, looking up at her. "I'm sure you're not that bad."

Giselle sighed as she pulled strands of hair behind her ears. In a second, Ash began running past her in a quick pace and she whipped around, trying to steal the ball from him.

Ash kept his arm out, blocking her from getting the ball and dribbling it with one hand as he headed for the basket. He kept getting closer and closer to the basket and threw it into the net, causing her to sigh in exhaustion.

Before he can even catch the ball, she caught it after it fell inside the net and she began running the opposite direction from him, dribbling the ball with one hand like he did.

Ash hardened his eyes on her as he quickly stole the ball from her, catching her off guard.

"Hey!"

Ash smirked, now bouncing the ball back and forth in between his legs. "Come on, Giselle. Show me what you got,"

She let out a huff and watched him. She didn't know much about basketball, let alone knew how to play it. "You're a very experienced basketball player. Obviously you're going to win."

"I'll go easy on you," he smirked, still bouncing the ball back and forth between his legs, doing a killer crossover.

Giselle sighed as she kneeled to his level, her eyes on the ball. Ash smirked again and he spun around her, now throwing the ball high above his head and throwing it into the net.

Giselle gasped in shock again. "You call that easy!?"

Ash laughed, catching the ball. "Yup," he smiled.

"Ash, I can't do this." She wined and Ash laughed again, now walking up to her, he handed her the ball.

"Shoot the ball then," he suggested. "I can tell if you're a good player or not if you make it into the net."

Giselle scoffed, holding the ball in her hands. "I suck at that,"

"Yeah right," Ash scoffed, believing otherwise, now walking close to the basket. He was close enough for her to be able to reach the net. "Shoot it at this spot," he suggested.

She slowly walked over to his side and looked at the net. It shouldn't be so hard to shoot it. It was close enough for her. "Fine," she sighed, lifting the ball over her head.

Ash was about to say that she'll make it until he saw her shoot.

"Wow," he stated in a monotone voice as he watched the ball sail over the rim.

Giselle frowned in embarrassment. She sucked terribly.

Ash began laughing uncontrollably. "Yeah, basketball is definitely not for you."

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes, walking to go get the ball.

Ash laughed as he walked up to her. The ball landed by the pole. She turned around briefly and Ash instantly took the ball from her hands as her back landed against the pole.

His hand was a bit too close to hers at the moment and she found a nervous chill running down her spine. Ash held the basketball at his side. Giselle took a moment to look at his lips and then at his eyes. When she began leaning in, Ash looked down, avoiding this moment to happen.

She had her mouth open and she closed it awkwardly, pulling another strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned her back against the pole.

Ash took a step back, careful not to be so close to her.

A moment of silence formed between them. "So why'd you quit cheerleading?" he wondered, now looking at her.

She kept her eyes on him for a little while longer, noticing that he was shaking off what she had just did. "I was… I wasn't focused at the time since all the stuff went down…" she trailed off.

Ash nodded his head, "Oh," his eyes started looking at the floor.

Another silence formed between them and Giselle frowned, wondering if he even liked her the way he used to.

She must have really screwed things up since he didn't even acknowledge the fact that she tried to kiss him.

"So how come you have a scar across your head, your lip and bruises on your chest?" She wondered.

He shrugged. "Got into a fight with Paul."

"Oh…" She looked down, wondering if he knew about her actions with him. "How come?"

"I didn't like the fact that he was sleeping with you like you were some toy for his own pleasure, and I was pissed that he broke Dawn's heart."

She blinked, not sure how to react to that. She frowned. "I'm sorry… I was… I don't know…"

"It's fine," He mumbled.

She stared at him for a short moment. "You really care about me that much?"

Ash nodded his head and looked at her again, letting out a sigh. "You really get on my nerves, Giselle."

Giselle smiled softly at that comment and he stared at her for a brief moment before leaning in and pressing his lips onto hers. She gasped against his lips and then slowly returned the kiss, her back pressed onto the pole behind her. They kissed passionately for a few more seconds and then he pulled away, still holding his basketball at his side.

Ash brought his head up to look at her again, his mind on something. "Are you going to Prom?"

She raised her eyebrow, a bit surprised with that question. "Um… No, I don't really do Prom…"

Ash chuckled lightly at that comment. "Yes you do. Every girl loves Prom."

"Yeah, well… not me." Giselle admitted, now avoiding eye contact with him.

"Why?" he asked, curious.

She shrugged. "It's just… really not my thing."

Ash scoffed, believing otherwise. "There must be some reason why you don't like Prom."

She sighed again, looking at him. "I don't have any friends, Ash." Ash could hear the pain in her voice as she said this. "And also, nobody wants to go with me…" She felt tears beginning to form in her eyes, but she instantly blinked them back. Giselle didn't want him to see her that way again. "So, how am I supposed to have a good time at Prom if I don't have none of those things?"

Ash kept his eyes on her, listening to those words.

It was silent for a brief moment and Giselle looked down again.

"Then I'll take you," he suggested.

Giselle slowly looked up at him, a bit surprised with that comment. "What?"

"I'll take you," he decided.

"But I… I broke your heart. I was a bitch to you." She frowned.

He shrugged. "Yeah, but… every girl deserves to go to their Senior Prom."

Giselle was flattered. "I… I'm sure you would like to go with someone else, especially with all I've done—"

"I'm fine, Giselle. There's no other girl out here that I want to go with." A thought of Misty soon passed through his head again, but he wasn't going to bring her up. "Besides, we can just go as friends since I know you don't want a relationship."

A small smile formed on her face as he said that. "Just as friends?"

Ash nodded. "Just as friends." He confirmed.

"Not even with benefits?" She raised her eyebrow.

He gave her a blank look and she laughed. "Fine, we can go just as friends."

Paul slammed the money down onto the counter, his eyes hard on the blonde in front of him.

The blonde was named Trip and he had been Paul and Reggie's drug dealer for a long time now.

"Your brother paid me the other day," Trip told him, wondering what the money was for.

"It's not for drugs." He pointed out.

"Then what's it for?" He raised his eyebrow at him.

Paul hardened his eyes on the blonde for a moment longer before speaking, "I need a gun."

A/N: So I bet all of you are confused about why Paul suddenly wants a gun. Hmm. You guys will find out next chapter!

But anyway, I want to know everyone's thoughts on this chapter, so review por favor! :D