Hey! Here is another chapter! The years are going to start to slow now that Rachel is older so be excited! Rachel is in 8th grade now and she is 14 and it is January, right after winter break. Their birthday is September 14.

I woke up to the lovely sound of my phone alarm. By lovely, I mean awful. I grabbed my hot pink razr, and chucked it off the top bunk. Luckily, my phone is indestructible, so it just bounced of the orange wall and landed on the carpet next to where Becca was standing.

"You know," She said when she finished a curl with her curling iron, "Throwing it doesn't help. Mom said that if we break it, then we don't get another one." I rolled my eyes and went back to sleep. About a minute after I dozed off, Becca yelled and smacked me with a pillow. "Rachel, get up! It is six fifteen!" I sat straight up, smacking my head on the ceiling.

"Ow!" I put a hand on where I smacked my head. I jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, where Jake was hogging it. "Jake get out! I need to take a shower!" Little eight year old Jacob looked at me and smirked.

"Say please," He said giving me an evil smile.

I rolled my eyes, "Please."

He smiled and said, "Nope, I'm in third grade now, I need to use the bathroom in the morning too."

"Too bad, I'm older." I said and dragged him out of the bathroom.

"Age is just a number!" He argued, "You use that on Mom and Dad all the time!"

"I don't care, I'm bigger, stronger, and smarter, now get out you twerp!" I pushed him completely out of the bathroom and locked the door. I stepped into the shower and heard Jake screaming and pounding on the door. I smiled and let the warm water rush around me. When I finished my shower, I stepped out and heard Mom and Dad lecturing Jacob about his little tantrum. I wrapped a towel around me and stepped out of the bathroom and looked at Mom and Dad. I smiled and continued towards my room.

"See," Mom said sweetly, "Now that she's done, you can use the bathroom." I heard Jake run to the bathroom and slam the door shut. I walked in my room casually and went inside my walk-in closet to change (The only good thing about having to share a room). I threw on a white t-shirt that said peace all over it along with my favorite pair of jeans that have holes on the knees, against the dress code.

I walked out of my closet, drying my hair, and went to my vanity. Becca came up behind me when I started brushing my medium longish hair. When my flatiron was hot I started straightening my super layered hair and bangs. I have an emo hair cut, but trust me, I'm not. Becca and I try not to match anymore, but people still get us mixed up.

"I think you broke a record with your showers, is that six minutes?" She asked, putting a hand on her hip.

"I don't know, I don't time myself," I said while putting on black eyeliner. I turned to look at Becca's outfit, and of course it's Hollister, or one of those fancy designer stores, they all look the same to me. I honestly do not care what I wear. But, oh well, Becca's been wearing clothes like that since she started hanging out with Autumn and Bailey. I don't want to get into their little drama, "I think I'm popular, but secretly everyone hates me," group. She knows that none of them in the group are actually friends, it's just an image. I think it's stupid and ridiculous. I rolled my eyes and started putting on mascara, and then I was finished. I don't wear piles of foundation like they do either. I'm already tan, and I don't get acne so I'm good.

I turned back to Becca and grabbed my hot pink and black plaid shoulder bag and started heading out the door. "Don't forget your phone," Becca said and tossed it to me.

"Thanks," I said when I caught it. Becca and I are still basically best friends, but we don't have the same friends. I got to the kitchen, grabbed a package of chocolate poptarts, and headed out the door. Jake was already outside with his SpongeBob Squarepants backpack. He looked extra clean today with his slicked back hair. It'll be messed up by the end of the day, I started to tell him, but I won't crush his little third grade heart.

"Why are you so dressed up?" I asked when I reached him. The wind blew, and I caught a whiff of Dad's aftershave, "And what's with the aftershave?"

He looked at me and shook his head slowly, "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. You just wouldn't understand. I'm a grown man now, and grown men have responsibilities, making money, fishing, and taking care of their woman."

I smiled, "Oh, so you have a girlfriend, is she in your class?"

Jake blushed and then puffed out his chest, "I'm dating an older woman, but we have to have a long distance relationship."

"And who is that?" I asked. Jake blushed again and then mumbled something. "What is that? I can't hear you."

Jake looked up at me and whispered, "Bella Swan."

I laughed, "You mean Charlie's daughter? You've met her once and you were five."

"So!" He said, "She's coming today, and I'm going to impress her."

"What? With your mud pies?" I asked and he blushed. I pushed his shoulder with my fist as my bus drove up.

"Good luck!" I yelled and Becca came running out the door. She may get up first, but she is always the last one out the door. I sat in a seat next to Leah and pulled out my cd player. I handed her the left ear head phones. The bus ride was quiet as usual because Becca and I are the last ones on and the ride is about ten minutes.

I looked behind the seat and saw Paul and Sam in the very back, flirting with any girl that was around them. Sam was flirting a storm with Becca as usual. They're going out now, and that's why Becca and Leah aren't friends anymore. Paul and I are on and off. At this very moment in time, we are on. People are making bets about whether or not we'll survive the summer. It's nowhere near summer. Paul looked up and winked at me. I blew him a kiss and sat back down.

"I still can't believe she stole him from me, can you?" Leah asked.

"Technically you guys weren't going out." I said, "But it was mean."

Leah started babbling about how fake she thought Becca was, and I couldn't help but be relieved when we pulled up to school. I let Leah through and then waited for everyone before Paul to get off the bus. Thankfully, Mr. Taylor, our school principal, wasn't here. None of the teachers really care about the rules, but she does. Paul stopped at my seat and let me go in front of him. We started going out on the first day of the school year.

"Aren't you cold?" He asked while putting an arm around.

"Nope," I said, but my chattering teeth told me different. "I forgot my jacket at my house."

"You are lucky I brought another jacket for you. I can't believe you forgot your jacket in the middle of winter." Paul handed me a maroon basketball hoodie, so I handed him my bag so I could put it on. The sleeves were super long, but I like it. I took my bag and Paul slung one arm over my shoulders and I snuggled into him. We walk past one of the sixth grade teachers, not even worrying about getting in trouble for P.D.A.- Public Display of Affection. If a teacher does speak up, we just walk on like we don't hear them.

"So, what do you think about this new thing with Sam and Rebecca?" He asked as we headed towards my locker upstairs.

"Um," I said choosing my words carefully, "I love Becca and all, but I don't think they'll last. Sam likes the tomboy type, and Becca is definitely not a tomboy. Her bedspread is hot pink with flowers, come on.

Paul laughed at my statement, "I completely agree."

I nudged him, "You always agree with me, loser." This got a laugh along with him picking me up from behind, and spinning me around. I squealed and then Paul put me down and kissed me on the nose.

I smiled and started putting my combination in my lock for my locker. Some sixth grader walked up and smacked my butt. "What the hell?" I said turning around to see who it was, but he was gone.

"Stay here," Paul said putting his hands on my shoulders and then he ran off to get the stupid kid.

"Why does Paul always have to get pissed off?" I asked to myself. I put my bag in my locker and ran after him. I found Paul at the end of the hallway holding up the sixth grader against the wall.

"Do you know who I am?" Paul asked angrily. The shaking sixth grader nodded. "Then why did you smack my girlfriends butt?"

The kid looked at Paul straight in the eyes and said the worst thing ever, "She's fucking sexy." That made Paul even madder, of course.

"No one smacks my girlfriend's ass, got it?" Paul said.

"Paul!" I interrupted. Paul's eyes flicked over to me for a second before returning to the kid's. "Oh no, you do not ignore me like that!" I said, "Let go of him now." Paul's eyes narrowed before he dropped the kid, who scurried off. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows at him.

"I was doing fine without your help. That kids probably going to do it again now." He said. Paul was still pissed off, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him. He put his chin on my head and sighed.

"Sorry I got mad," He mumbled.

"I know you are," I smiled and grabbed his hand. We walked back to my locker, again, so I could get my books. I set my books in my homeroom before heading out in the hall again.

"Miss Black, where are you going?" Mr. Birdface asked. No his name is not actually Birdface; I just nicknamed him that because I honestly have no idea what his name is.

"Paul broke his leg because he fell out of a tree, so I'm carrying his books to class," I smiled my biggest smile and fluttered my eyelashes at Birdface and he nodded, letting me leave.

"Did it work?" Paul asked when I turned the corner.

"Of course, as usual." I smile and gave Paul a kiss. He made the kiss grow stronger, so I pulled away. I gave him my look and he shrugged.

"Nothing wrong with trying," He said and kissed my forehead. I grabbed his hand and headed downstairs, towards the gym. We reached the gym and I peered through the doors to find any authority around. The coast was clear so we snuck into the weight room. I sat on the table and watched him try and curl two hundred pounds. I laughed at him when he failed. I grabbed my camera that I stashed in one of the file cabinets, and took a picture of Paul's butt.

"Hmm," I said showing him the picture, "I think I'll make this poster sized." Paul rolled his eyes, went behind the table, and started playing with my hair.

"Your hair is so beautiful," He said. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. I turned around and stood on my knees, almost Paul's height, but not quite. I'm a good five feet one inch and he's about five feet eight inches. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. We don't sneak around to make out, trust me, I don't allow it. We haven't even made out. Paul held me close until the door swung open.

We abruptly broke apart and I looked at Mr. Taylor. His dark face was getting dark red as he started getting angry, "To my office, now!" He pointed out the door as if we didn't know where it was. I've never been there, but Paul does because he gets into fights when I'm not at school. Paul helped me off the table and then we stood a good two feet away from each other. "Oh and holes in your jeans! There's another detention."

"Seriously!" I yelled and I stormed out of the room, Paul quickly followed. We looked at each other and started cracking up. We reached Mr. Taylors and sat by each other behind his desk. He came in and sat at his desk and looked at us sternly.

"I am very disappointed in you!" He started, "I can expect this from Paul, but you Miss Black, never! Especially since you are one of my favorite students. I will let you off with a warning and give you a day of AEA, but Paul, you have AEA for a week."

"Joe, I'm sorry," Paul said, "I am such a bad influence on Rachel, she didn't ask for this. Give me her day of AEA, she wants to go to a good college, and I don't care." Paul smiled his charming smile.

"One, stop calling me Joe, two, If you wish to take Miss Black's AEA as your own, then you have AEA for a week and a day. Miss Black return to class, Paul, go to AEA."

I nodded and walked out of the office. When I got to class, I was attacked by questions.

"Where were you?" Becca whispered.

"Found out that Mr. Taylor really is here," I said casually. Her eyes widened in shock. Sam passed me a note.

Where's Paul?

I pulled out a pen and wrote,

We got busted for P.D.A. in the weight room and when we got to the office, Paul took the blame.

When Sam read the note, he shook his head and sighed. The rest of the day went by really slowly without Paul. When the Lunch bell rang, I almost sprinted out of my science class. By the time I got to the cafeteria and had my food, Paul was at my table.

He looked up at me and smiled, "Hey baby."

"Paul I cannot believe you did that for me. I could have gotten both of us out of there without any AEA," I said and sat down next to him.

"Ok then, no hey Paul how was AEA?" He grumbled. I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Hey Paul, how was AEA? That was so sweet of you to take the blame, but I could have figured out a different way to get us no AEA." I said sweetly.

Paul smirked, "That's more like it."

"Thought so." I started eating my salad when Leah sat down.

"Hey, where were you in homeroom?" She asked and I told her what happened. "Man, I wish I had a boyfriend, but no, your sister took mine."

"Hey guys!" Becca said obliviously, "I decided to sit with my boyfriend today, if you don't mind."

"I'm fine with it," I said, so she sat down. Soon after, Sam sat next to Becca, which was also next to Leah.

He looked at both of their glaring faces and said, "Well this is awkward." His eyes screamed help.

"You're on your own," I smirked. Of course, Becca's followers, Autumn and Bailey, sat with us too.

"I just lost my appetite," I said and shoved my chair back. I took my tray, and dumped it in the trash, and left. Paul caught up with me and put an arm around me.

"Something wrong?" He asked. I leaned into him and nodded.

"I hate Becca's friends. I don't know how she ended up hanging around them, but she did."

He wrapped his other arm around me, giving me a huge hug. "I don't like them either. I like Rebecca, but not Autumn and Bailey, and I'm starting not to like Sam because he is basically in love with Leah but he goes out with Becca to make her jealous."

I snuggled into him and we walked to the gym. When we first started going out, people would spread rumors about us. Saying that he just feels sorry for me, or that we don't even talk, some people have even said we've had sex in the school. None of those are true at all. I haven't even been French kissed because I won't let him because I am way better than that. Tommy Stepp, our recess chaperone, glared at us so Paul let go of me.

"You know what I can't wait for?" Paul asked.

"What?"

"High School, because you don't get in trouble for kissing your girlfriend." He said, nudging me.

"Is that seriously what you're excited for?" I asked laughing.

He nodded, "Aren't you tired of getting in trouble for holding hands?"

I sighed, but I had to agree with him. The rest of the day went by quickly, Paul was still in AEA, but I only had two periods left.

When we got home, Becca glared at me.

"What?" I asked when we entered the kitchen.

"I can't believe you're friends with Leah!" She exclaimed.

"Whoa!" I said holding up my hands in defense. "I am not getting into your fight."

"You should, and you should take my side, I'm your sister!" She glared.

"I don't care, I am not getting into this, now please, leave me in peace." I said and headed upstairs. My phone started vibrating in my pocket, and I flipped it up to see Paul calling me.

"Hey!" I said when I answered. I shut my room door and started climbing up my ladder to the top bunk.

"Do you wanna go do something tonight? We could go to the beach or something like that."

"Uh," I hopped off my bed, "Do you mind if I bring Jacob and Charlie Swan's daughter? I promised my dad that I would watch them while he and Charlie went fishing."

"Yeah, no problem." Paul said, "See you at four?"

"Yup."

"K, love you, bye babe."

"Love you, too" I flipped my phone shut and ran out of my room and saw that Charlie and Bella already arrived.

"Ah Bella, say hello to your babysitter, Rachel." Bella smiled shyly. I gave her a huge grin.

"I'll get Jacob," I said and walked in his room.

"Hey," He shouted, "Have you ever heard of knocking?"

"Nope, come one," I said and grabbed his hand, "We're taking Bella to the beach."

"Bella?" He asked dreamily.

"Yes, Bella, come on." We walked out the door and I grabbed Bella's hand and kissed Dad bye.

We reached the beach and I saw Paul lying in the rocky sand, eyes shut, shirt off. I smiled and told Jacob and Bella to build sandcastles, but not to play in the water because it's too cold. I laid next to Paul and grabbed his hand. He squeezed my hand and sat up to look at me.

"You are so pretty in the sunlight," He complimented. I sat up and kissed him. He smiled under my lips as if he's saying mission accomplished in his head.

"Ew!" Jacob yelled. We broke apart and I glared at Jacob.

"What do you want!"

"Bella fell in the water!" Jacob yelled. My heart skipped a beat.

"Shit!" I ran towards the shore and saw Bella trying to swim up to shore. I ran and grabbed her. She was shaking violently and I grabbed a towel to warm her up. Her blue lips were chattering.

"What were you thinking?" I asked.

"I tttrripped." She stuttered. I nodded and wrapped an arm around her. I looked at Paul with an apologetic look.

"So much for going to the beach."

He shrugged, "I'll walk with you home."

We walked in silent. Paul ended up carrying Bella because she was too tired to walk. I ended up carrying Jacob on my back because he wanted a piggyback ride. When we got home Bella and Jacob ran inside, giggling. I looked at Paul sadly.

"Hey, don't worry about it," he said and grabbed the back of my neck to kiss me. I kissed him eagerly. He broke free and waved as he left. I smiled, giddy from the kiss. I walked inside and fixed Jacob and Bella mac and cheese for dinner. I then started practicing piano. I am so close to my goal, and I will not give up. I started playing a lullaby, that eventually, Bella and Jacob fell asleep on the couch. Cutest kids in the world, even if one of them is my brother.

I put a blanket on them and grabbed a book to read for the night. This was going to be a long year.

How did you like that one? I updated a lot quicker than I thought I would. Review please!