AN: Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while. I haven't really had any inspiration and I've been busy. Just a warning but I may become progressively busier as the year goes on so I may not be able to update as frequently as I'd like to. So sorry, but bear with me.

Disclaimer: Do I really have to keep writing these things? Coz I think you've all got the idea... so I'll say it once more. I do not (never have, never will) own the Twilight Saga or any of its characters. They all belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter 6

Time had passed yet again, with amazing speed. But I felt like something was missing. I couldn't figure out what it was though, my mother was fine (well as fine as she ever was), as was my brother. School was easy, if not slightly boring, but my friends made up for that. They were hilarious. I had a lot of fun with them and when I needed them they were always there for me. Sasha was the only one who knew about my mother. I was wary to introduce them to her. She wasn't exactly your average mother and I didn't want them to think I was a freak and spread shit about me and my family. Yeah I know, what a trusting person I was. Well, I don't do trust. Ever. I let them think I do so there are no awkward questions or bitter feelings but essentially I never told people what really troubled me. But Sash was great; she thought my mother was hilarious.

After yet another repetitive and emotionally confusing dream I was roused awake by the insistent beeping of my alarm. Through one eye I glanced at the time. What I saw made me jump out of bed. I had exactly ten minutes to get ready if I wanted to have any chance of getting to school on time. I raced around my room throwing on a black singlet with a deep blue blouse over the top, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of black converse. Sprinting/tripping to the bathroom I tugged a hairbrush through my hair, leaving it out. I had no time to fiddle with my bangs so I just left them as is, applied some mascara and eyeliner hurriedly and rushed down the stairs and through the door, without breakfast. I suddenly realised something: Nate. He either had already left or was still in bed sleeping. Well, either way he wasn't getting a lift with me unless he appeared within the next 3 seconds. Shoving the keys into the ignition I turned the car on and backed out. Within three minutes I was in the school parking lot. Yes, I am amazing. Or, I've just had a lot of practice.

Pushing through what seemed the entire student body I made it to class on time, which frankly amazed me. Collapsing in my seat I took a deep, calming breath and relaxed for the first time this morning. Five minutes later the teacher walked in.

"All right class today you will be splitting into pairs to re enact scenes from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet which, if you hadn't figured out we have been studying for the last three weeks." She announced with a dry smile.

"All right, split up, you have a week to do this in. Oh, and no, you cannot do the balcony scene." This was followed by groans from particular perverted members of the class.

I instantly turned to Nikki who was sitting next to me but I saw she was already with a chatty girl sitting on her other side. I turned around to look for Sam, who was also in my class but he too was with someone else. In fact, it looked as if the while class had paired off, leaving me either alone or with someone I most probably didn't want to be with.

"Looks like we're the only two left." I stiffened. I knew that voice. So deep and smooth. I'd recognise it anywhere. Paul.

Once more I frantically scanned the room searching for an escape before replying through tight lips "I suppose so."

He grinned happily and I was momentarily stunned by its beauty. It was blindingly happy, showing off his exceptionally white teeth. But only for a moment.

"Okay, look. How about to avoid fighting and drama I just do all the work and give it to you to rehearse? We turn up on the day and perform, get our mark and go back to not talking to each other. Deal?"

Pain shot across his face so quickly I couldn't be sure I'd really seen it. "Alex, look I'm so incredibly sorry about that day. I was being a complete asshole. I was having a bad day and that gives me no right to take it out on you or anyone. But I'm so sorry." His face was so freaking sincere, like my answer to his apology would either make or break his world.

"Yeah, well I've heard you being an asshole isn't uncommon." I muttered angrily.

He grimaced, "Alex, why don't you judge me from what you see" he saw the look on my face "starting from now instead of what other people tell you. Because sometimes people don't have all the facts."

Grrr.. he had a point. Maybe I should just give him a chance; he could have been having a bad day..... pffft yeah right. I'm not an idiot, I knew he was an asshole but I suppose to a certain degree I did have to work with him so I may as well try and keep him happy.

"Well, okay. You're forgiven, for now." I said with a small smile.

"Thanks." He grinned "So what scene do you want to do?"

"I'm not really fussed. Anything you particularly want to do?" I returned with a genuine smile. He was easier to get along with than I had thought.

"Well, I'm not much of an actor. That's an understatement, I really suck. Shakespeare is the bane of my existence. Actually the whole subject is. So preferably something with not much dialogue." He admitted sheepishly.

I grinned "Yeah, I'm not much of an actress either so we can probably stick to something wit next to no dialogue. But how can you hate English?" I asked, the concept was inexplicable to me.

"Easily. Math is so much easier, it never changes, there's a set of rules you have to follow, if you know them, your never wrong. English is so, I dunno, the opposite of math." He shuddered.

"So you like rules? And predictability?" I inquired, now extremely curious.

"No, not really. Just in school. I hate it, and math just comes easier to me." The more I talked to him, the larger my curiosity grew.

"Right... well that makes some sense I guess. But I can't get the math thing. "I wrinkled my nose in disgust, I hated math with a passion.

He laughed at my expression.

After that he started to quiz me on all the basic stuff- favourite colour, flower etc. We continued this till the bell rang. I gathered up all my stuff and walked towards the door and off to my next class.

"Hey, want to sit with me and my friends today?" he asked eagerly.

I bit my lip, I wanted to, I really did, but I also knew how my friends would react and I still didn't trust Paul to not become an asshole again.

"Um, sorry Paul but I don't think I'll be able to." I mumbled awkwardly.

"Why?" he seemed hurt now.

"Well, you know who my friends are right?" You could see it click in his mind and the scowl on his face seem to appear simultaneously with comprehension.

"Right, well bye." He growled, almost animal like and with that he charged through the crowd and out the door, shaking angrily the whole way.

What was with him?

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