Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, and warning this is a Lemon chapter!

A few weeks have passed since Dawn and Paul have not spoken to each other. They both were acting like they weren't bothered by it but they were. Ever since their fight, Dawn hasn't had any more ideas of how to get herself in trouble.

It was lunch time, and Dawn was sitting at the table with Misty, complaining like usual.

She hits her forehead on the table and lets out a groan, she lifts up her head and glances at Misty, "Ugh! I can't take this anymore Mist, you have to help me get out of this hell hole of a school!" She said whining.

Misty lets out a laugh, and raises one of her brows at her roommate. "You do realize this is kind of offensive to me, since I do share a room with you." She responded.

"Misty, I'm serious. Please. Paul's not going to help me anymore, hell he won't even talk to me. I need to fix things with my father, even though I'm pissed at him—I can't—I can't lose another parent…" She spoke in a serious tone, whispering the last part weakly.

She stays silent for a moment, staring at Dawn realizing how much she has grown, even if it hasn't been a long time. She can honestly see the kind, genuine person she is. She sighs before speaking, "Fine. But I'll tell you right now, I don't have the same twisted mine as Paul. So my plan might not work out." She says in a warning tone.

Dawn gives Misty an apologetic look, "Mist, I'm desperate at this moment. I'm honestly considering asking Giselle." Misty gave her a look of surprise, and Dawn nodded her head and continued, "Yeah, that's how desperate I am."

Misty lets out a laugh, "Alright, alright. Here." She says, while handing Dawn her burger.

Dawn looks at with disgust, and then glances back at Misty and narrows her eyes at her; "I said, I wanted to get out of here, not get fat." She said in a dry tone.

Misty rolls her eyes at her, "Don't eat it. Throw it at anyone. Start a food fight, and then I'll tell someone to tell on you. Believe me, Principal Cynthia hates when we play with food. Last year, when something like this happened she made us go to class on a Sunday." She explains to Dawn.

Dawn raises an eyebrow at her, "Get real Misty, she's not going suspend me over a stupid food fight. You know what? I'm just going to go beg Paul to help me. That should please him, since he's stupid sadist, enjoying other people's misery." She mumbled, the last part to herself, but seeing how Misty started laughing and shaking her head at her; you can assume that she heard her clearly.

Misty hands her the burger again, "Come on, you don't need him. This will be fun, just take it and throw it at anyone, it'll release your anger." She pauses and sees Paul walk into the cafeteria, she smirks and points to him; "Look there's Paul now, throw it at him!" She adds on with excitement, wanting to see what Dawn will do.

Dawn bites her lip, and glances at the burger and then at Paul, and then back at the burger again; "It is kind of tempting…." she said, in a mischievous tone.

Misty urges her once more, "Do it!"

Dawn laughs and grabs the burger from Misty's hand and throws it quickly at him, and then turns around immediately pretending that nothing happened at all. But she had that pure amusement gleam in her eyes.

The burger smacked right into Paul's chest making him growl in anger. "Who the fuck did that?" He shouted, seething with rage.

Dawn stands up from her table, and smiles innocently at him; "Oops, sorry! I thought you were the garbage can." She said, trying to hold back her giggles; but some ended up slipping out anyway.

Paul snarls at her, glaring at her harshly. He spots a random kid walking by with spaghetti on his plate, he grabs the kid by the shirt glaring at him, and grabs the plate of spaghetti and drops the kid, while the kid ran away in fear from him.

Her eyes widen in disbelief, "You wouldn't dare, Shinji!" She scolded.

He stomps right up to her, and bends down to her level; "Oh, I definitely would." He dumps the spaghetti right on her head and he smirks at her and turns to start walking away.

She screeches in disgust and grabs the ketchup bottle from her table; and runs over to him squeezing the ketchup bottle all over his hair and body. "Now let's see what you got, jerk!"

Before Paul could fight back, a random kid stands up on one of the tables, yelling; "FOOD FIGHT!" And suddenly a war started, with everyone throwing food at each other.

A few minutes later

Principal Cynthia comes running out to see food being thrown everywhere. Her eyes widened and she gasps in disbelief. She screams out, "What is going on here?!"

As expected, no one even noticed her.

She puts her middle and index finger up to her mouth and whistles loudly, everybody immediately stops and drops everything. "Would someone tell me what the hell is going on here?!" She screams out again.

Everyone was quiet, no one wanted to talk or even blame someone, fearing what may happen.

She glared at everyone, asking; "Who started this?"

She still received no response from anyone.

She screamed out again, "I said, who started this?!"

All the kids were glancing at each other and at her, not wanting to respond still.

"Fine. You left me with no choice, unless the person comes clean, the homecoming dance is canceled." She stated firmly.

Some students groan, and shout out, "Nooo!" "This is ridiculous!" "You can't do this!"

Principal Cynthia cleared her throat, "You have 24 hours to confess. My office is open at any time, until then the dance is canceled." She stated, walking out of the cafeteria.

Dawn looks at Misty with amusement, "Wow! She looks really pissed. Maybe she will suspend me this time."

Misty shrugs her shoulders, "Maybe she will. But don't go right away. Go in a few hours."

She nodded her head in agreement, and jumped up excitedly latching on to Misty with a hug, "I'll go after school ends, but Ah! I'm finally going to get out of here!" She says happily.

Misty scrunches her nose in disgust, because they were both covered in food; she gently pushes her off of her. "You're welcome, but now is not the time for hugging." She said, cringing a bit.

Dawn let out a laugh, and happy danced; while Misty rolled her eyes, laughing too.

Later

Dawn walks into the class and sits at her usual place, and glances over at Paul who was still covered with stains from the food, just like she was.

Paul cringes in disgust of the smell from the students in the classroom, he glares at Dawn and grunts out rudely, "You smell troublesome."

She rolls her eyes at him, "Like you smell any better." She argues back.

Paul rolls his eyes at her, "You smell worse than I do."

Dawn scoffs at him, "You are such an ass, you know that right? No boy is supposed to tell a girl she smells bad, even if she does." She points out to him.

He dryly laughs, "Obviously I don't really care enough to follow rules that don't even exist, especially if the girl is an immature brat." He said, maliciously.

She was getting so fed up with him, she screams in frustration; "UGH, stop calling me names! You are only doing all this because I refused to be with you! GET OVER YOURSELF, AND GROW A PAIR BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY YOU CAN'T HANDLE REJECTION VERY WELL." She snaps at him.

Paul was shocked at the fact that she screamed at him so loud, especially in front of everyone who was staring at them like deer's caught in headlights; no one dare question them though. He was about to reply, but the teacher walked in so he grunts, folding his arm over his chest and leans back in his seat.

Mr. Johnson walks in and claps his hands together excitedly, "Before we begin, I want to announce the winners of the challenge. Paul Shinji and Dawn Berlitz, congratulations you both receive an A for the semester, even though you guys probably don't need it. You two make one heck of a team." He said, in excitement; complimenting them.

Paul rolls his eyes and mumbles lowly, "Yeah right…"

Dawn being close to Paul heard his comment and frowns, sinking in her seat.

Mr. Johnson continues, not hearing Paul's comment at all. "So, I talked to the principal and she agreed to let you two have a free day. You can go wherever you want tomorrow." He tells them, smiling at the both of them.

Dawn groans, "Greattttt" She mumbles out.

Later that day

Dawn makes her way into the principal's office; ready to be expelled from this damn school. She knocks on the door, waiting patiently until she is allowed in.

Principal Cynthia was filing through some paperwork on her desk when she heard the knock on her door, she shouted out; "Come in!"

Dawn slowly walks inside, "Hey Ms. Cynthia, can I um—talk to you?" She asked hesitantly.

Principal Cynthia places down the papers in one of her folders and glances at Dawn, gesturing with her hand for her to take a seat. "Sure Dawn, take a seat."

Dawn sits down, and takes a deep breath in and lets it out.

Cynthia folds her hands on her desk, all eyes on Dawn; "So, what did you need to talk to me about?"

"Um…" Dawn looks down at her hands, pretending to be guilty. "That food fight earlier… I started it…" She glances up at her, batting her eyelashes. "I don't think everybody should suffer from my own stupidity—so, if you want to suspend me, or expel me I completely understand." She said, in a fake sad tone.

The Principal frowns at her, "Suspend you? Don't be silly—but if I may ask, why would you do that?" She asked her curiously.

Dawn shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. I just thought it would be fun."

Cynthia sighed before responding, "Fun? Playing with food is not fun. Playing with food is not appreciating what we have. People all around the world are starving and looking for something to eat and you're over here just wasting it." She scolded her.

Dawn sighed, and frowned at her, remembering her father said something similar to her. "I know. I know, and I'm sorry for that. I'll take any punishment you give me. Whether you suspend me or ban me from going out tomorrow." She said in a guilty tone.

Cynthia shakes her head knowingly. "Miss Bertliz, stop being silly. I'm not going to suspend you, nor am I going to ban you from your free day tomorrow. You will just have to serve in the cafeteria for a week, as your punishment." She said in a firm voice.

Dawn's eyes widen, "But—but I deserve a lot more than that, I mean I destroyed the cafeteria, and wasted food. Do I not deserve a suspension?" She asked, trying not to break her cover.

The Principal shook her head at her, "No, I told you your punishment. Now off you go, I have work to do."

Dawn nodded her head and stands up and walks out of the office. She lets out a scream of frustration, "I can't believe this!" She said in disbelief, dragging her hands down her face.

Later at night

Dawn was back in her room, lying in her bed, letting her thoughts consume her.

"Misty?" She whispered, calling out to her.

Misty mumbled out a 'yeah'.

She rolled on her side, facing Misty's bed, "Can I ask you a question?"

Misty turns around and faces Dawn, "Sure." She said, glancing at Dawn tiredly.

"Who's rich at this school?" She asked in a curious tone.

Misty raises an eyebrow at her, and doesn't understand why she would ask a question like that at all. She sighed softly, before answering. "Um—I guess you can consider me under that category…" She replied, hesitantly.

Dawn's eyes widened, and looks at her with a surprised look on her face, "You?"

Misty bit her lip, "Yeah I know, it's hard to believe. But I don't like to show people honestly. I mean Ash's family is well-off, but the richest kid in school is definitely Paul. He basically gets money for talking." She replied with an unbelievable scoff.

"Really?" She asked, even more surprised. 'He didn't tell me that…' She thought to herself.

"Yeah. But he never tells anyone, because something with his family—I'm really not sure, Ash knows more about it than I do. All I know is, that the way Paul is now, is a hundred times worse than he used to be." She paused briefly debating to continue or not, "I mean he was always reserved, and quiet; but he didn't hate the world as much as he does now." She added on quietly.

Dawn was shocked, she knew that there had to be something traumatic that happened to him, but she didn't think it went this deep. She suddenly was consumed by guilt, for treating him so badly. She cleared her throat before replying; "Okay, well thanks—goodnight then." She whispered, turning over to clutch her chest, trying to get rid of this ache that she felt in her heart. 'See all you do is just hurt him more than he already was…' Her thoughts ridiculed her. She shut her eyes tight, trying not to let her thoughts eat her alive.

Misty frowned at her back, "Night…" She whispered back.

The next morning

Dawn reluctantly knocks on the door, biting her lip nervously for some reason. She couldn't get the conversation she had with Misty out of her head. She doesn't want to pity him, but she feels the same empathic feeling.

Paul opens the door, and glares at her figure, clearly not in a good mood. "What do you want troublesome?" He asked with an angry grunt.

She looked up at him, and her heart couldn't help but skip a beat, she sighed softly; "Did you forget? We're spending the day together."

Paul raises an eyebrow at her, "That still doesn't explain why you're here."

She grins up at him, "I thought we'd start our day earlier, that way we'd be able to spend even more time together." She said with a tight smile. The truth is, she couldn't sleep a wink; and she needed to see him.

He looks at her suspiciously, and narrows his eyes at her. "Why would you want to spend time with me? You hate me, remember?" He said, followed by a scoff.

Dawn frowns at him, "I could never hate you…" She replied softly, but suddenly her demeanor changed and she grabbed his hand excitedly, "Now come on already, let's go!"

He rolls his eyes, and grabs his leather jacket and reluctantly lets her drag him away. "Okay, weirdo…" He replies dryly.

They go to the bus station

Dawn felt nostalgic, and remembers the first time she told him about her mother and how she actually took the bus. She was interrupted from her thoughts when Paul spoke.

"Am I dreaming or what? Are you actually taking the bus?" He grunts, in disbelief.

She rolls her eyes at him, and laughs; "I took the bus home with you before." She said, smiling at him.

Paul glances down at her, and again looks at her suspiciously; "Smiling? No insults for more than 15 minutes now. And agreed to take the bus, who are you and what the hell have you done with Dawn?" He said with sarcasm dripping from his voice.

She hits him lightly, "I can be nice you know!" She said with a frown on her face.

He scoffs, with a dry laugh; "Seriously? Yeah, right." He responds rudely.

Dawn rolls her eyes again, "Look here's the bus, come on already!" She grabs his wrist and drags him onto the bus.

Paul was confused, wondering why she was acting this way. He was even wondering why he let her drag him around, but he didn't have the will of heart to pull away from her, even if she was acting weird. The bus was full, so there weren't any seats so he grabs on to the pole, with Dawn still holding his wrist.

Dawn was holding the same pole, and reluctantly let's go of his wrist. She looks around, and frowns at how crowded it is. The bus starts moving, and someone accidently pushes Dawn trying to move past her, and she trips forward and Paul grabs her wrist so she doesn't fall on top of him. She was pressed against his chest, and she looked up at him with a blush on her cheeks. "Sorry…" She whispered, smiling shyly at him.

He looks down at her at her flushed face, and felt his cheeks burn as well. He furrows his eyebrows at her, his heart pounding against his chest. He wants to let go of her, but he can't. It's like she was his drug, and he was addicted.

They finally reached their destination, and he reluctantly lets go of her and follows her off of the bus.

She stops and glances at him, "So I heard there was this carnival thing going on downtown, wanna go there?" She asked him.

Paul shrugs his shoulders and lets out a grunt for his answer as he shoved his hands in his pockets.

Dawn sighs softly, and folds her hands behind her back and they start walking to the bright sign that leads to the carnival.

It was quiet the whole five minutes they were walking, they both didn't know what to say to each other. They arrived at the carnival and Dawn lit up like a little kid. She hadn't felt this excited in a long time. She used to go to these kinds of things with her mom as child, but hasn't been back ever since.

She jumped up and down like a little kid squealing, "OMG, PAUL! Let's go on the Ferris wheel! Please please please!" She pleaded with him, her eyes and mouth expressing a puppy dog.

Paul raised an eyebrow at her, and laughed. "Jeez, alright. Just calm down woman." He said, in his usual mono-tone voice.

She laughs, and grabs his hand "Come on already!" She drags him toward the Ferris wheel and they wait their turn to get on, they eventually get on she lets out a squeal as looks around.

Paul coughs uncomfortably, not used to seeing her act this way. Even though, he can't help but think it's adorable.

The ride started to move, and the higher they got her eyes widened and she grabbed onto Paul's arm.

He narrowed his eyes at her, giving her look. "If you're scared of heights, then why did you drag me on this thing?" He growled at her in annoyance.

She bit her lip, and let's go of his arm. "I'm not scared—I—I just wanted an excuse to touch you." She says softly with a blush on her cheeks as she glanced away from him.

Paul stares at her in disbelief, but couldn't help but grin crookedly, "What?"

Dawn still looking away, finally looks back at him and sighs softly, "I used to love carnivals… but ever since my mom died, I haven't been back to one ever since. I—I just wanted to spend time with you…" she admitted shyly her face getting redder from the embarrassment.

He lets out a deep chuckle, still grinning at her; "Troublesome girl." He mumbles softly.

She laughs and smiles at him softly.

He grabs her hand and gently intertwines their fingers together.

A few hours later

They were walking down the street, eating ice cream laughing at ridiculous things. Having the best time together, but Dawn still couldn't help but feel guilty for everything she has said to him, and what she has to do later…

Her thoughts were interrupted when Paul shoved his ice cream on the side of her mouth, she screeched dropping hers while laughing, "Paullllllll!" She whines, still giggling slightly.

He smirks down at her, "Oops, my bad." He said, whiling leaning closer and licks the side of her face.

She laughs at the ticklish feeling and pushes him away, rubbing the side of her face. "Gross! You didn't even get where the ice cream was!" She complained.

Paul's smirk formed into a crooked grin and he laughed, "I know, let me get that for you now." And with that he pulls her too him with the hand he was holding and grasps her chin gently with his other hand and kisses her tenderly, removing any left over ice cream.

She pulled away, and leaned her forehead onto his, completely breathless from the kiss and the affect he gives her. She doesn't understand why he makes her feel this way.

They start walking again, and he throws out the rest of his ice cream. He suddenly states his thoughts, "I don't get it. Why the sudden change of mind?" He asked, quietly.

She bit her lip, and answered truthfully; "I thought about it a lot… And I think we can be together until I get out of here." She says softly, meaning every word.

Paul grins down at her, "So, you're saying—"

She interrupted him, by standing in front of him, grabbing his other hand and intertwining their fingers together. "I'm saying, I want you and me to be together."

His grin turned into a gentle smile and he leans down and kisses softly. "You have no idea how happy that makes me." He mumbled quietly. He reluctantly pulls away and glances at his watch. "It's getting pretty late, we should head back to school."

She frowns and looks at his watch, "Late? It's just—oh shit! It's ten? We've spent all day together!"

"Yeah, we did and Ms. Cynthia is going to kill us! We're past curfew!" He lets go of one of her hands and runs his fingers through his hair.

Dawn bit her lip, 'time to put this plan into action, I'm so sorry Paul…' She thought, "Not unless we sneak into my room. I told Misty to be in yours and Ash's room."

He laughs, and raises an eyebrow at her; "Oh really?" His grin turns into a smirk, and he kisses her chastely. "Let's go then."

They head back to school and sneak into her dorm room without getting noticed.

Once her door shuts, she launches herself onto him kissing him passionately, as he catches her wrapping her legs around his waist.

He walks trying to find her bed without breaking their kiss. He throws her on it, and she squeals out, releasing a couple of giggles. He smirks down at her, and tugs his shirt over his head tossing it somewhere and unbuttons his jeans. He was about to take those off too, when she grabbed him and pulled him on top of her, kissing him again.

She flips them so she's on top, and pulls her shirt over her head, leaving her in a bra and her skirt. Paul tried to cup on her breast, but she slapped his hand away and she leaned down, swirling her tongue against his skin before sucking the juncture of his neck.

He grunted while she sucked harder, pressing her flush against him. When she pulled away, he could feel the area throbbing as she moved down to place butterfly kisses down his chest.

She pulled off his jeans and boxers, and was rubbing his member oh-so lightly, teasing him endlessly. He groaned and that's when he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled her back up to him crashing his lips onto hers, pulling her flush against him again. She quickly moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding a hand in his hair while he slipped his tongue between her parted lips. The hunger in his kiss, made her toes curl instantly. Heat surging through her body as he slanted his mouth and kissed her harder.

Her lips were swollen when he pulled back, and he stared at her, watching her catch her breath and whisper his name before her lips pressed against his once more. His hands quickly reached and pulled her to him, settling her in his lap with her legs on his hips and his hand on her thigh. He gave a hearty squeeze, feeling her mewl against his mouth as she wiggled her hips, eager for more.

He smirked and unclasped her bra, quickly, and tossed it along with the other garments, and ripped her skirt and underwear out from under her, eliciting a soft gasp as he tossed it aside before roughly palming her breast. Dawn moaned against him, not even complaining that he probably ripped another skirt of hers.

She tilted her head back, and murmured his name as his tongue slid up her throat, his teeth scraping her neck, leaving his mark on her, to show people that she is his and only his.

But she didn't mind. Seeing the marks only made her long for him more, and remember the feeling of his mouth and hands on her body.

"Pa—Paul," she moaned breathlessly as his lips swirled around her breast, sucking and nipping with his teeth while his hand kneaded the other breast, squeezing the flesh between his fingertips. She could feel her skin bruising under his touch, but she could only moan for more. Loving the way he touched her, making her feel things that no one ever made her feel before.

He released her breast with a wet pop, "Not fighting for dominance? I'm shocked." He rasped against her mouth before capturing her lips, making her whimper while her fingers curled in his hair.

"Paul—I'm not fighting with you—just, please—" she whispered when he broke the kiss, but he spun her around, pushing her breasts against the bed angling her hips against his. She moaned as he rubbed his firm arousal against her. She grabbed the sheets tightly, and let out small whimpers as he teased her.

He bit into her shoulder and groaned, digging his fingers into her hips. "Dawn," he panted and the girl arched her back, reaching behind her clutching the base of his hair.

"Yes," she moaned, crying out when his hand slipped between her legs and rubbed circles against her sex, "Paul—Oh,"

"Fuck," he cursed, grazing his teeth along the shell of her ear.

"Stop—teasing—please—" she cried out desperately, grinding against his length. "Ohh—I need—"

"I know," he groaned, running his other hand up her stomach and groping her breast. "I'm gonna make you scream louder, and beg for more and more again—"

She glanced behind her, her eyes half-lidded and her cheeks flushed dark with her lips parted in soft breaths. All of her thoughts erased as he made her feel weak in the knees. "Paul—"

He suddenly stopped his fingers and flipped her over, eliciting a gasp from her as he laid her gently down in front of him. Paul hovered above her and immediately pressing his lips against hers. His mouth moved roughly, and desperately. His teeth scraping and his tongue sliding against hers, and she kissed him back just as fervently, yanking on his hair and moaning into his mouth.

She felt the head of his shaft at her entrance, pushing inside as he continued to kiss her. A jolt shot down her spine and she pulled away to take a sharp breath, but his mouth chased after hers, keeping their lips locked as he moved inside of her.

Dawn broke the kiss and whined, resting back against the bed while heavy pants escaped her lips. Paul kissed along her shoulder and ran his fingers through her hair, before dragging his hand down to the side of her breast and over the swell of her hip.

She gasped, tilting her head back as he began thrusting inside her. He gradually built up his pace, moving faster and harder while hitching her leg around his waist.

He groaned against her neck, slamming his hips against hers. She bit her lip and shut her eyes, reveling in the wild shiver coursing up her spine and his hot breath against her neck. His hair brushed her skin, damp from sweat and he pulled her leg higher against him, thrusting deeper and making her hips buck wildly against him.

Dawn brought her other leg to his waist, riding her heels up his back. Her hand reached for his shoulder while the other slid into his hair, curling her fingers around his purple locks. She moaned against his ear, teeth nipping his earlobe, and he grunted in return, swiveling his hips before driving back into her.

A breathy gasp escaped her lips, lashes fluttering closed before she ran her tongue along the side of his neck. He leaned his head to the side, giving her access to it. Which she greedily took, biting and sucking his skin.

"Dawn—" his voice groaned, husky with desire, but she only sucked harder before tailing kisses to his lips. His mouth immediately slanted over hers, his hand moving up to hold her cheek while his hips continued rocking against hers. She moaned into his lips, holding the hand against her face and sliding her tongue along with his.

He broke the kiss roughly, leaning his forehead against hers and panting heavily. Her lashes brushed his skin as she looked up to him, holding his face and whispering his name. He shut his eyes tight, eyebrows furrowing together before he kissed her temple, cheek and jaw and finally reaching her neck. She shuddered and moaned when she felt his lips, and his teeth sinking into her, while his hand groped her breast.

Her body writhed beneath his— her hips squirmed, her legs lifted higher, her nails dug into his back and raked down. She hid her face against his neck and drew his hips closer with her legs. Paul panted and cursed, gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw;

Dawn listened closely, trying to memorize the feel of him, the smell, and the weight of his body pressing against hers and the pleasure his mouth and hands brought. The way he made her feel. She tried to remember it all, to savor it as if it was the last time.

"I missed you—" she couldn't help but say, even though it had only been a few weeks, she couldn't help but dream about making love to him again, and reminiscing his touch.

His response was a kiss, a hard, bruising kiss that made her whimper into his mouth. He coaxed her head back and swerved his tongue between her parted lips, kissing her hungrily yet with something else, something desperate, urgent, almost…longing and loving.

"Arceus you feel so good," he breathed when he pulled away. "Dawn…"

She cried out when he angled his thrusts, wrapping her arms right around his neck. "Ooh—Mmm!"

His rhythm grew faster, wilder and more erratic. His body slammed against hers while he held the arch of her back, tilting her higher and angling her against him. She moaned loudly, over and over against his neck, her voice gradually rising in pitch. His groans were raw, low and growling, his hair falling over his eyes and his teeth grinding together.

Dawn suddenly bucked underneath him, crying out while clutching the side of his neck and tossing her head back. Paul's hand curled into a fist before he felt violent tremor down his spine, surging euphoric pleasure through his veins.

His hips gradually slowed before pulling out completely, their bodies slicked with sweat. He hovered over her, his breath ragged while his forehead touched her shoulder. She held him intimately, tracing her fingers up and down his back with her eyes closed, wishing this moment would last forever. She heard him murmur a curse but then he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, shifting off to the side, lying on her bed.

Dawn sighed contently, about to get up to clean herself off. But Paul pulled her back down and pressed herself to him, he mumbled out sleepily, "I love you." and then he was knocked out into a world full of dreams.

Her eyes widened, and her breathing suddenly stopped. 'Did he just say…? No, he can't he can't love me. He won't love me, not after what I'm about to do to him…'

She turned her body around to face him, and she traced his jawline with her fingers. She could not believe that this man loved her, she kissed his jaw gently and unwrapped herself from his arms and he groaned, but still stayed asleep.

She got up and covered her mouth with her hand, as tears cascaded down her face. She couldn't believe she's doing this, but what other choice does she have?

"I'm so sorry…" She whispers.

The next morning

Paul wakes up with a grin on his face, without opening his eyes he reaches for Dawn, but doesn't feel anyone next to him. He opens his eyes and a frown appears on his face, "Dawn?" He calls out, while getting up he walks to the bathroom but no one was there, he then walks back into the room and finds a note on the nightstand. He furrows his eyebrows, suddenly feeling an ache in his chest. He picks it up and reads:

"I'm so sorry, I don't deserve you"

He sees his wallet under the note, and he opens it and all of the cash he had was gone, and one of his credit cards missing. His face hardens, and his heart slowly breaks. He couldn't believe that she did this to him. Feeling a bunch of emotions rush through him, he throws his wallet angrily across the room and punches the wall, making a hole. His hand bleeding he pulls it back and clutches and yanks at his hair, leaning against the wall as angry tears streamed down his face. He slid down the wall, and released all of the pain he suffered for so long, by sobbing. Not just for her, but for his parents. How his mother left him, how his father didn't care, and how his brother forgot him and now for her, Dawn, troublesome girl; how she turned out to be exactly like everybody else.

A/N: So this chapter was long as hell, and very very dramatic! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I'm not great writing lemony chapters T.T but don't hate me, or Dawn. She did this for a reason, well hell I don't think her reason is good enough :( I feel bad for Paul and I'm the one writing the story! Ahh, anyways I updated quickly, because I already had this chapter written and I don't know when I will update again. Anyways, leave a review and let me know your thoughts and tell me what you think will happen next! LATERS~