A/N~ OH MY LORD! MY COMPUTER BROKE LONGER THEN EXPECTED! I JUST WROTE THIS IN FIVE MINUTES BECAUSE I'VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THIS STORY! DON'T HATE ME! IM SOOOO SOORRRYY! !PLUS THIS IS REALLY SHORT!EAHVMVB LHA!

"Sorry, he can be such an animal sometimes." I rolled my eyes at Foster who simple smiled lightly back at me. I fought the erge to say, 'no pun intended.' But I knew he wouldn't get it.

Kim would get it.

…..

I starred at the little dimple at the right of his mouth. Hehad such a nice smile. Paul barely ever smiles and-

I stopped myself, snapping my eyes back down to my plate as Foster tapped his fingers gently on the table.

"You can go sit with your friends if I'm making you, erm, uncomfortable." Foster bit his lower lip softly. I blushed, looking up to his eyes and shaking my head vigorously.

Smiling sort of…secretly, he nodded his head, holding my gaze a little.

This is how it should be. Me, sitting, talking to a guy, alone. Not being forced to talk to him, or pushed into a strangers car for a 'date.'

What was I thinking? I loved Paul.

Glancing up at Foster again, he caught me starring and the corners of his outh twitched up before he took a swig of his water.

I love Paul. I love Paul. I love Paul.

How come I had to TELL myself that?

….This wasn't right.

"I like your hair." Foster grinned, "Is it real?"

"Of course." I defended, my hand flying to the untiy strands. If my mom would let me, I would dye it black in an instant. Until the day pigs fly, it will have to stay it's unnatural white-blond.

"I figured." He shrugged, scooting his chair in closer to the table.

It was one of those awkward silences, that you just…didn't find awkward.

Does that make sense?

….No.

"I like your sweater." I blurted, eyeing up the loose fabric.

"Thanks." He enthused, rutting through his school bag in search of…something. "My….friend Jason got it for me."

"Oh…..Whatcha looking for?" I leaned forward, trying to sneak a peek into his bag.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just…my phone." He answered, pulling out the small, silver razor.

Nodding my head along, I sat back waiting for the bell to ring.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

BBBRRRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!

(A/N~ That was my amazing interpretation of a bell….don't be too jelious…)

I jumped at the sound, pulling my school bag onto my back and standing in one swift movement.

Foster's head snapped towards me as I stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot.

"Oh. I'll see you seventh period?" He smiled, blushing slightly and biting his lip.

I nodded enthusiastically, practically whipping around and walking from the room.

I loved Paul.

I loved Paul.

I loved-

"Paul?" I asked as I saw him leaning casually againt a pilar outside the lunchroom.

"Gabby." His lip twitched up on one side, but fell just as quickly. "Sorry?" He quirked a brow, as if asking if Ii would accept his lame attempt for forgiveness. But what else was I to do?

With one look at Paul, I forgot all about Foster.

How could I of even questioned out love a few moments ago?

Now that I was here, with Paul bringing his face to mine for a kiss, it was as if the strain in my heart was gone. This is where I wanted to be. Where I belonged.

I loved Paul.