So, I've decided to re-do Chapter nine... It's slightly lemony. Slightly.

Actually, I'm contemplating whether I should just leave Kim and Paul together, and throw in some other girl for Jared. What do you think?

So, enjoy! And...

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I wasn't completely sure what Paul was.

My friend? No, he was much more than that.

My boyfriend? No, he was much more than that too.

The love of my life? Now that just sounds soppy. Even if it is true. Damn you, Paul! Damn you and your hot body, and your nice eyes, and your humorous personality, and hot-temper, and... and... and... Ugh!

"Kim, are you okay?" Paul asked from beside me. We were siting outside, basking in the warm sun. Can you actually believe it wasn't raining for once? I couldn't. Too bad Jaycee was sick with the flu, and Kristal had gotten detention for telling Ms. Petrelli to shove it. Now it was just me and Paul... and the prying eyes of the student body.

Jeez, take a fucking picture; it lasts longer!

"Yes, I'm fine. Peachy." Oh my fucking god, Kim! You did not just say peachy! What the eff is wrong with you?

Paul, however, found me amusing. He smirked and kissed my forehead. What was that sound? Oh, just half of the girls in school gasping. Yes, god dammit! Paul and I are freakin' dating! As we have been for the past week! Get over it!

I tried to imagine it through their perceptive. Kim Connweller, the shy nerd, hanging out with Paul de Sigo, one of the school hotties. Even to me it seemed unbelievable. I mean, I have dated some pretty nice looking guys... but Paul was the best. He was a one in a million. No, one in a billion. Sigh, I need help. Desperately.

I pulled out my notebook and began to doodle randomly while leaning on Paul. He looked over at what I was drawing.

"Is that a kitten with a knife?" he asked in bewilderment. I chuckled nervously.

"Um, yeah."

"Do you know who that reminds me of?"

"Who?" I replied, writing my name over and over again in different styles.

"You." He said, grinning.

"Me? Why me?"

"Because, you're cute on the outside, but really, on the inside you're plotting up some evil scheme."

Wow, he really does know me. Amazing.

We laughed. He held out his hand for the pencil and I gave it to him. He drew a big heart on a free page and put in it "Paul loves Kim", then he signed it. I was shocked. He actually said he loved me. Well, wrote it, but still! My heart thumped in my chest, wanting to escape it's captivity and jump into Paul's pocket so he could take me wherever he went. I was hyperventilating like a freaking maniac.

Gosh, Kim. Could you be any more of a nerd? A voice in my head scoffed.

"Kimberly? Kim baby, are you okay? I'm sorry; I didn't mean to surprise you. Fuck, I'm so stupid!" Paul cursed. I took a deep breath and grabbed the pen from Paul. I signed the paper too, and put under Paul's "Paul loves Kim", "forever and always."

Paul's breathing stopped for a moment. Now it was my turn to be worried.

"Paul?" I said.

It took my mind two whole seconds to register what was going on. Two whole seconds! Paul's lips were crushing mine fervently. Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I kissed him back. Our lips moved simultaneously, as if separation was unlikely. His hand became tangled in my hair (which today, I thought would look nice out). I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

"Wooh! You go girl!" Quil called out in a falsetto voice. Damn him for ruining my perfect moment! Suddenly, other people started to cat-call and cheer us on. I felt my face go bright red. Paul just smiled through the kiss. We stopped kissing, catching each others breath. The cheers slowly died down.

"Kim, I love you." Paul whispered in my ear, grinning like an idiot.

"I love you too, Paul." I smiled back.

Quil walked pass and winked at me. I glared. I would get him back. And when I do, it will be slowly and painfully. Mwahahaa, you just wait, Quil Ateara. You just wait...

"You have a free period next, right?" Paul asked as we sat silently.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" Paul looked embarrassed.

"Um, I just guessed." He was getting red underneath his quiluete skin.

"Really? Are you sure you haven't... oh, I don't know... memorized my whole schedule?" I teased. He tried to look offended. Failed. Epically.

"I-I-I did nothing of the sort!"

"Right. Whatever Paul. Whatever." I smirked. "Anyway, yes, I do have a free period, I have two. Why?"

"Let's go to the beach."

"Okay. Let me just text Kristal, though." I said, pulling my phone out of my bag and sending her a quick message.

"Yup. Here," Paul handed me my notebook. I glanced at the page again. Paul loves Kim, forever and always. I will cherish this paper for as long as I live. I put my notebook back into my bag.

"Let me just stop and put my books into my locker." Paul said, grabbing his books from the bench. He held out his hand for me and I took it.

As soon as Paul had stuffed his books into his locker (not letting me take a peep in it, of course. But I'm sure I caught sight of what looked like a picture of me and him amongst other stuff), we drove in Paul's car to First Beach.

The waves were tumbling softly against the sand. The sun gleamed down on the water. It looked so... picturesque. Paul parked the car right by the beach, and hopped out. He rushed over to my side of the car and opened the door for me. Always the gentleman.

"Oh, wait." I snatched my bag up from the seat. Rummaging through the mess I finally found my camera.

Paul and I walked hand-in-hand on the beach until we found a washed up piece of driftwood. I snapped a few pictures of the ocean and the beach and, of course, Paul. Even in photos he looked like a freakin' god.

"Here," he said, taking the camera from me after I had taken at least a hundred photos of him. He snapped a few pictures of me smiling at him, then pulling funny faces, and then some pretty stupid ones.

Paul kissed me and then held out the camera at arms length and took at least twenty photos. Then we had to stop because my memory was full.

We went through the pictures, laughing at the stupid ones and smiling at the kissing ones. I think it's about time I updated my facebook photos...

"What's this one?" Paul asked curiously as he looked through my pictures.

"Huh?" I replied absentmindedly. I saw that he was going through some photos of me, Kristal and Jaycee at some party, drunk. It was a picture of me bending over, and Jaycee was behind me, sort of thrusting. She had a bottle of vodka in her hand and her eyes were drooping. I blushed.

"Um, a party." Paul pushed the next button and it showed pictures of me and Kristal grinding. Then the other was of us with Embry, but he looked all drunk and was pulling the rock and roll sign and poking his tongue out. He was holding my leg around his waist as I leaned against him seductively, hitching my dress up, Kristal was infront of Embry, leaning forward and you could see right down her top, and Jaycee was on the other side of Embry, one arm around Embry's shoulder and poking her tongue out by his cheek. I almost died of shame. Fuck, I remember that night. Barely, though. Quil was pretending to be the photographer and told us to get in these positions. That one was where Quil told Embry to act like he was Hugh Hefner, or Bret Michaels, minus the whole baldness.

Paul began to tremble as the photos got dirtier and dirtier. Another one was of all three of us (me, Jaycee and Kris) grinding up against Jacob. And then a photo of me and Jacob, poking our tongues out so that they were practically touching.

He looked furious. And something else. I couldn't quite place it...

I quickly whisked the camera away from him when it came to a photo of me and Kristal kissing with Quil standing in the back, giving the camera a thumbs up. Fuckin' idiot, Quil is.

Okay, so I know I said that I haven't had a boyfriend for just about a year, but well, I mingled.

"What was that?" Paul demanded angrily, in a strained voice.

"Erm... that was the result of too much alcohol?" I responded, but it came out like a question.

"When was it?" Paul enquired. He sounded almost curious.

"Oh, maybe a month ago? It was Keidan Rawlers party, I think"

"Really? I didn't see you, though how I couldn't, I'll never know." Paul mumbled the last part.

"Maybe you just weren't looking?" I suggested.

"Oh no, I was looking alright. I'm kind of shamed to admit that every party I went to, I looked for you. And do you remember that one time?"

"Um... what time?"

"Don't you remember? New Years? I threw a party and invited you and your friends..." he trailed off. A party? At Paul's? I never went to a p- Oh wait! Yes, that's right. The party at Paul's. I don't remember much from that night. Except getting totally wasted and having a very heated few hours with a guy who was good with his hands. Apparently, it was the best party ever. And I'm not just saying that.

"Yeah, I remember going to your house. That's about it. I mean, Kristal told me that I got completely hammered and started to er, get down with this guy..." Something clicked. OMG.

"I didn't." I said, horrified.

No, I wouldn't have. I didn't! There is now way that-

"Yeah, you did." Paul smirked.

I did. Oh my fucking god, I did.

"Me... You... We...?" I said. Oh, the shame!

"Yes. And Kim, if it makes you feel any better, you were amazing. The best I've ever had." Paul grinned, then began to run kisses down my neck, which did not help the situation at all.

I couldn't believe it. Well, actually I could believe it. So that's why Paul was being nice to me after that. I mean, he was always nice to me, now that I think about it. I wasn't the one who hated Paul; Kristal and Jaycee did and if your best friends hate someone you hate that person too. Naturally.

He trailed kisses along my jaw. Oh my god, now I remember...

Paul and I were sitting on his couch, in the middle of a full-blown make-out session. His kissing abilities were amazing. Everybody around us were dancing to the loud, energetic music coming from a huge stereo system. I was too drunk to really care about anything except Paul's lips. A person bumped me, and I almost bit my tongue.

"Fucking hell!" I exclaimed sluggishly. Paul stopped kissing me immediately. Awww, come back.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's just all of the people; it's getting crowded." I yelled over the speakers.

"Oh, do you want to go upstairs?" Paul said in my ear, slightly nibbling on it. God, if that wasn't enough to turn me on, I didn't know what would. Hey, I'm a hormonal seventeen year old, sue me.

"Okay." We went upstairs, to his room, where two sophomores were making out on his bed.

"Get out" he barked at them. They scrambled out of the room. Paul closed the door and locked it. I lay on the bed, biting my lip. Paul crawled over and kissed me passionately. I leaned back on the pillows, as Paul trailed soft kisses down my throat, he stopped and sucked on my collarbone. I surpressed a moan. I tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to take it off in my drunken stupour. He took off his shirt, revealing some pretty nice abs. Some really nice abs. I'm pretty sure I drooled. I ran my hands over his body, raking my nails down chest. He moaned. So someone likes it rough, huh?

I flipped him on to his back, straddling him. I pulled my top off and tossed it to the floor. Paul reached up to grab one of the twins but I smacked his hand away. I was going to torture him.

Tonight was going to be fun.

I pushed the rest of the memory out of my mind. It was nothing but a reminder of my shame. I didn't know why I felt like this; it certainly wasn't the first time I had gotten with someone at a party. Maybe it was because it wasn't just someone; it was Paul. I wanted my first time with him to be special, not at a party while I was drunk.

"Oh, god. How could I do that?" I exclaimed, turning a beetroot red. Paul halted and gazed down at me questioningly.

"I-I think I recall what happened that night." I grimaced. Paul looked hurt.

"No! I didn't mean it like that, Paul. I mean, yeah, I loved it. It was great. Awesome. But I can't believe our first time together was at a party."

"Oh. You know, I really liked that night." He smirked.

"Yes, I'm sure you did."

He was silent for a moment. I could tell he was thinking about something. "That night... that wasn't your first time, was it?"

I exhaled before answering. He sounded upset. "Was it your first time?"

"No." Definitely upset.

"So it wasn't my first time either. Or my second, okay?"

"Okay." Paul sighed.

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake to miss you
Pour me heavy does of atmosphere

I reached into my pocket and flipped open my phone.

"Hello?"

"Kim! Where the fuck are you? You missed last period, school is finished and you're not here but your car is!" Kris said frantically. Calm down, Kristal.

"Oh, is school finished already? Oops. Listen, I'm just at First Beach, I'll be there soon." I replied and closed the phone before she could ask why was I at First Beach.

"School's finished?"

"Yep. Um, would you mind driving me back to school?" I asked, picking up my camera.

"No, of course not." Paul answered. We walked back to the carpark in a hurry and drove back to school, where Kristal was pacing outside. Some of the other students were still hovering around, waiting to be picked up. I quikcly kissed Paul goodbye and snuck over to my car so that Kristal wouldn't see me, but, she did.

"Kim! You'll never guess who you missed?" she seemed pissed off.

"Oh, Zac Efron!" I guessed.

"No. Okay, prepare yourself! And I mean, prepare yourself."

"Just get it over with."

"Jared! He came back like... twenty minutes after you left! He came up to me and told me to tell you that he is sorry and all this bullshit that sounded like someone had wrote down for him to say. But then he went on to say that he's not really sorry, and that he's still angry with you, but some, and I quote "unknown forces told him that he had to say sorry" can you believe it? So, I told him that he could take his sorry and shove it up his ass, because that's obviously where his brain and manners are."

My mouth fell open. He is angry with me? The cheek! When I see him I'm going to-

"Yes, Jared is back." Jared's voice came from behind me.

Dun dun duh! What will happen next? Will Jared imprint on Kim? Or will Kim and Paul stay together? I don't know...

I loved this chapter... it was great! Did you like how Paul told Kim that he loved her? I did.

Still wondering about Paul and Kim. Maybe...? Oh, and the reason why I didn't re-tell the whole of Paul and Kim's night together was because I am waiting for the right time to unleash all of my LEMONY GOODNESS!

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