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Dawn was laying on Paul's shirtless well-toned chest, tracing small circles on it. Still trying to catch her breath at what had just happened. It was quiet, but not the uncomfortable type of quiet where it's awkward. But the kind of silence where you can just sit comfortably with each other and relax.

Dawn bites her lip and reluctantly breaks the silence, "I lied."

He looks down at her in confusion, "Huh?" He asked.

Dawn glances up at him, still biting her lip; "You're the best sex I ever had." She admitted shyly, and smiles at him softly.

Paul raises his eyebrows in pure amusement that she is admitting this, and he lets out a laugh. "I already knew that troublesome." He says, with a smirk forming its way onto his face.

She rolls her eyes at him, and slaps his chest playfully while giggling a bit at how funny their entire situation was.

Paul smiles to himself seeing her giggle once again; he pulls her tighter against him, loving the way she fits against him. He sighs softly, playing with one of her hands. He doesn't want this moment of bliss to end at all. But there's one question that hopefully will be answered right now.

"…Where does this leave us?" He mumbles softly, like he was afraid that this all will end right here right now. He doesn't know how to do this, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't try for her. But who says she even really knows what she's doing anyway?

Dawn frowns and blushes at the sincerity in his voice. But she doesn't know how to answer that question. She never let anyone get this close, and even if he seems different she just couldn't let go of that fear. She let's go of his hand and reluctantly gets up, to put the rest of her clothes on avoiding his question completely.

"Let's go, it's getting pretty late…" She mumbles.

Paul narrows his eyes at her, and growls angrily; feeling exhausted and hurt by this stupid girl. He sits up abruptly, now glaring at her he spat viciously; "Why are you avoiding the question?"

She sighs in aggravation and glances at him before turning away with a blush on her cheeks, "I'm not—can you please put your pants on? Its kind hard to take you seriously when your only in your boxers."

He rolls his eyes at her, and grabs his jeans and pulls them up and he stands in front of her; "Tell me." He said, growling down at her furiously.

She glances at him still with a light blush dusted on her cheeks and she points at his chest, "And shirt."

Paul snarls at her and pulls over his tank top, throwing his other shirt on his shoulder. He narrows his eyes at her and rudely states, "What? You want me to cover my face as well?"

Dawn raises an eyebrow at his feisty attitude, but smirks nonetheless; "Nope, that I can handle." She replies mockingly.

He steps forward closer to her, looking down at her in frustration and all of these other pent up emotions, that he doesn't know of. "Where do we stand troublesome? Stop beating around the bush." He snaps at her harshly.

She takes a step backwards, and glances at him with a blank expression, "Nowhere." She responded, weakly.

Paul closes his eyes for a brief second, and then opens them back up, trying not to show how upset and confused she was making him feel. He stared at her, waiting for some kind of explanation from her.

Dawn closes her eyes and opens them back up, and gives him an apologetic look. She sighs softly before speaking, "I'm trying to get out of this place—we can't be together… because I'm still going to be leaving." She said quietly.

Paul sighs in aggravation, wanting to punch something at the moment. He runs his fingers through his hair, slightly tugging at it. He frowns at her, "You still have time… we can be together until you leave—I mean, it's not like we're going to get married or something." He replied stiffly.

Dawn started to pace, not wanting to have this conversation at all. She felt conflicted, relationships just are too messy, and they never work out and in all honesty she would probably just hurt him in the end, 'that's what I do best.' She thought bitterly. "No… Paul—I just—I can't. I don't want that—let's just keep things how they are—bed buddies and partners." She stated with a tight voice, finally stopping her pace avoiding eye contact with him.

Paul stares at her in disbelief. He scoffs to himself, and grabs the stuff off the ground, and glares at her; "Fine, I don't want to do this anymore. We're just biology partners, nothing more. Just like you want. Let's go. You're right, it's getting pretty late." He grunts dryly, walking off without her.

She really wants to cry, but she refuses to let him get to her. She clenches her fist and runs to catch up with him. "Wait—why are you mad at me?"

Paul doesn't even look at her, "I'm not." He countered, still walking forward.

Dawn frowns, "Yeah you are." She pointed out.

He growls in annoyance, "No, I'm not. End of conversation troublesome girl." He speeds up his pace, not really in the mood to deal with her and hoping she gets the hint.

Dawn falls back a bit behind and runs her fingers through her hair in agony and defeat. "Great… just fucking fantastic." She mumbles incoherently.

Later at night

Dawn and Paul were in their tent, still not talking to each other at all. Now this silence, was awkward, and you could just feel the pent up frustration and tension all around. They both were caught up in their own thoughts, Paul was thinking about how to get rid of the stupid aching pain in chest that he never felt before in his life.

While, Dawn was thinking about how to fix things with Paul, I mean it's not that she doesn't like him; she finally admits that she does, but they can't be together, because everything would just fall apart. If he really saw the real her, he wouldn't like her anymore, no one usually does; so she puts on this act to get people to fear her. She could deal with people using her for her money, or being afraid of her. She just couldn't deal with people not liking who she really was.

She was facing Paul's back as they lied down in there sleeping bags. "Paul?" She called out to him in a whisper.

Paul wasn't sleeping, in fact he could feel her intense stare on his back. "What?" He responds grumpily.

She bites her lip, trying to think of something to get him to talk to her or anything. So, she states the first thing that pops into her brain, "I'm cold." She said, shivering slightly to add a bit affect. But she honestly was cold, so no wonder that was the first thing that popped into her mind.

He rolled his eyes, "So? What do you want me to do about it? Change the weather? I'm not Arceus you know." He replies sarcastically.

Dawn frowns, trying not to let it get to her but it is; she doesn't want to appear as weak, but in reality she is. She's weak for not telling him how she really feels and she's weak because of her fear. Her voice slightly wavers, "I was kind of hoping you would warm me up…"

Paul scoffs, "Sorry, there's not enough warmth in my body for the both of us." He sneers.

Dawn closes her eyes, feeling her heart break; "Told you, you were mad." She whimpered.

"Do you mind? I want to sleep." He hissed at her harshly, still making her receive the cold-shoulder, but it's not like he's not used to doing that in the first place.

"Sorry…" She whispers again, silent tears started to cascade down her face as she flips over, not facing him, so they are back to back.

He sighs softly to himself, no matter how many hurtful words at her he still can't help but care. He takes off his blanket and places it on her before returning to her side.

More tears stream down her face at that gesture. Not wanting to be pitied she rips off the blanket and throws it at him violently before laying down again, so he doesn't see her tears.

Paul frowns, and stares at her with a blank look on his face. He shakes his head, and flips over and falls asleep.

On the other hand, Dawn didn't; she tried and maybe got an hour or two in, but she kept waking up with a bad dream, and just feeling guilty and heartbroken. But this was the mess she made for herself.

The next morning

Paul woke up startled from the sound of the tent zipper being opened, and to see Dawn walking out dressed in his clothes that he gave her. "Where are you going?" He mumbled out tiredly.

"To turn in the jar you forgot to bring in yesterday." She answered quietly.

Paul stretches and sits up glaring at her back, "The one I forgot to bring? Sorry, but who was the last person standing there? You, so don't go telling me I forgot to bring it." He snapped at her crankily.

She clenched her fist in anger; and turned around to face him. "I didn't forget anything, but how much of an asshole you are!" She screamed out, vivid with rage.

Paul scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, "I'm an asshole? Really? All I ever do is do nice things for you! But you—you are just an ungrateful spoiled brat." He snarled at her.

Dawns hands thrashed around, while she screeched; "I cannot believe you—you jerkface. You are holding that against me? Wow, that's very gentleman-like you." She said, glaring right back at him.

He fisted the ground, and growled angrily; "At least, I tried to be a gentleman for you. Like I said before, all you ever were was an ungrateful, emotionless bitch."

She saw the way he was looking at her, he was dead serious; with no emotion or expression on his face visible, besides anger. She swallowed slowly, but a tear escaped and made its way down her face. She turned to walk out of their tent they shared, not saying anything to him.

Paul watches her stalk off and he groans, face-palming himself for making her cry, but he couldn't it help it. She's the one who didn't want to be with him. She's the one who wanted this, so how can she be hurt by all of this? He was the one who was frustrated, and angry, hurt. He just wanted to rip his heart out of chest so he didn't have to feel this unbelievable pain anymore. No wonder he can't stand people, they make you have all of these ridiculous feelings.

He gathers up the rest of his things, and sees that she already has her stuff and he sighed to himself. He changed into new fresh clothes, throwing on a dark-black long sleeve and opted to leave his sweats on, since he wasn't in the mood to change them. He collected there tent and headed back to the buses putting his bag on the bus, seeing his other bag on there already, he assumes she is on the best and ready to leave as well.

He stepped onto the bus, and he saw her sitting in the back looking out the window with an unreadable expression. He sighed again, and made his way to the back; but sitting on the opposite side of her, not wanting to be next to her at all.

Dawn's heart broke even more at the fact that he didn't even bother to sit next to her, that's how she knew things will be different from now on, and she doesn't like change; so this is going to be hell.

They finally reach the school, after a long tense ride.

They both stepped off the bus, bumping into each other; trying to reach for their stuff at the same time.

"Move." He grunted rudely, and pushed her to the side grabbing both of the bags and throwing the other bag at her.

She rolled her eyes at him, "Asshole." She mumbled under her breath.

Paul growled, "Troublesome, did I ask you to open up your mouth and talk to me? No I didn't." He said rudely.

She bit the inside of her cheek, really wanting to punch him; "Well, you didn't mind my mouth yesterday, that's for damn sure." She argued back.

Paul scowled at her, "It's not like you weren't enjoying it. After all, I was the best you ever had, right?" He said scornfully.

Dawn scoffs and was just about to reply to his comment when their least favorite person came running over screaming "PAULIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Dawn rolled her eyes, "Oh great, here comes the psycho." She mumbled incoherently.

Giselle latches herself onto Paul, almost knocking him over in the process. "I missed you so much!" She said looking up at him, batting her eyelashes at him innocently.

Paul grunts, uncomfortably and pushes her off of him. While she tries to lean up and kiss him he just pushes her away again. She giggles at him trying to fight it, and then glances over at Dawn and gives her a disgusted look before saying, "How in the world did you survive living with that thing."

She snorted in pure amusement, "Oh I was able to keep him alive." She snapped, walking over to Paul and slapped his face, playfully but also angrily but Giselle doesn't have to know that, now does she? She smirks and walks away from them.

Giselle puts her hands on her hips and pouts, "I cannot believe you cheated on me again!" She screeches and raises her chin up and walks away.

Paul growled under his breath, "All girls are fucking psycho." And he stormed off.

A few minutes later

Dawn walks into her room to see Misty and Ash making out. She frowns at them, showing a disgusted look, "Okay, not the best welcoming back party, but what the hell" she throws her bag on her bed, and plops down on it, "I like porn. Carry on, but come on add more passion to it!" She continued, in a joking matter.

Misty pulls away, and flushes red; glaring at her roommate. "You're back already?" She mumbles, looking miserable.

Dawn laughs at her miserable look, and raises an eyebrow; "Yeah, sorry to ruin your fun."

Ash sits up on his elbows, and glances at Dawn wearing Paul's clothing; "Soo, notice anything different about Paul?" He asked her curiously, slightly interested in wanting to know what happened, or if something happened at all.

Paul storms in without knocking.

"Speak of the devil himself…" She said in annoyed tone.

He throws something at Dawn, "Here are your tampons. Yo guys." He grunts to them, and starts to make his way to leave.

She throws it back at him, and he catches it reluctantly and narrows his eyes at her.

She shrugs innocently, "I don't want them now, that you contaminated them."

Paul rolls his eyes, and throws it back at her; "In case you haven't noticed, I don't need them." He states sarcastically.

Dawn raises an eyebrow at him, "I mean, I always thought you were a girl with the way you act. I mean you do have the hair for it." She sneers at him, smirking at her comeback.

He scoffed looking at her in annoyance, "Says the girl who couldn't keep her hands off of it yesterday." He pointed out to her.

She glares at him, "Like a girl, that turns you on."

He glares at her right back, crossing his arms over chest, his veins popping out of his arms and neck, "You talk weirdly when we have sex."

Dawn gasps at him, and sneers at him; "You have the sex tolerance of seven year old."

Paul raises his eyebrow at her, "You have a flat chest."

She growls, "You have the ass of a woman!"

He lets out sarcastic laugh, "At least I have one." He said, smirking down at her; slightly getting amused, even if he was pissed at her. She was still fun to aggravate.

She stands up, about to lunge at him; "You—"

But before she could, Misty stood up from her bed, shouting "Stop it!" and she turns to glance at Ash who was laughing his ass off, and she glares at him; "That includes you too." He shuts up immediately, not wanting to be at the wrath of her anger. She turns back to Dawn and Paul; "What the hell is going on with you two?" She said, while grinding her teeth.

They both answer at the same time, "Nothing." While still glaring at each other.

Misty scoffed, "Well, it certainly doesn't look like nothing."

Paul rolls his eyes; "You already know how big of bitch she is." He states in dismissive tone.

Dawn stomped her foot, and yelled out in frustration; "You're the one who's being immature about this!"

He scoffed looking down at her, "I'm immature? I'm sorry, who is the one who can't handle a relationship at all?" He sneers down at her, seething with anger and betrayal.

She flushes red, and avoids eye contact and hugs herself for comfort. "Whatever…"

"Whatever…" Paul mocks her voice.

Misty interrupts them again, "Ash, take Paul back to your room before they kill each other."

Ash whines, "Aw man," He stands up and kisses Misty's cheek, and walks over to Paul and grabs him by the arm dragging him out of the room.

Paul walks out with Ash, and yanks his arm away from him.

Ash turns to look at him, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion; "What the hell happened dude? Didn't you do what I told you?"

He growled and mumbled bitterly; "Yeah, I did. And we ended up having the most amazing sex in the woods."

Ash cringes in disgust; "Um—okay, a little too much information. But wait, if you did what I told you, then what went wrong?"

Paul folds his arms over his chest again, and looks away with a far-off look on his face, "She didn't want to be with me. Just her bullshit excuses." He said with a grunt.

Ash was genuinely surprised at how hurt Paul was by this; He never was like this, ever. "Well, she does have a point. What's the point of being together, if she's just going to leave? That'll just leave you more broken hearted then you are right now."

He snapped at Ash, "It's not like were in love!" He growled in anger, and pent up frustration.

Ash looked at him with a thoughtful expression, "Well, what if you did fall in love with her?"

For once Paul was taken aback by this question, "I—I don't fall in love." He grumbles.

Ash raises an eyebrow at him, "How can you be so sure? I mean you want an actual relationship with her. You never had one of those in your life. "

"Because I don't fall in love. Who could ever love a stone, cold-hearted guy like me? My parent's sure as hell didn't."

Ash sighs in frustration, "Don't assume shit you can't control. You don't know how she feels, like you said before; isn't she different?"

Paul didn't answer that question, he let it ponder his thoughts and they continued on their merry way to their dorm.

A/N: THE END! jk, but ew I start school back up so less updates T.T anyways, review please and let me know your thoughts as always and what you think will happen next :)