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Chapter Five

Lorelai P.O.V

The next morning I woke early, giving me a chance to think over last night and everything that had happened. No matter how far or little we had gone from the campus people had still watched us with shock and some even with jealousy, other a tiny bit of hope. The hope, I'm assuming, was seeing Paul out with a girl made others think they had a chance. The attention was definitely not welcome though I know it was unavoidable. Paul was a popular guy here, though not many people knew about his life before coming to New York.

I got up, stretching and walked into the small kitchen, my kitten Merlin walk around my feet and meowing hungrily. I fed him, thinking back to how Paul's friends had reacted the first time they saw me near Paul and I had to wonder how they would react with me sitting with them. I doubted we would be able to have a private conversation or one at all.

And I knew Lee would definitely be there with no doubt that he would have the most participation in eyeing off everything Paul and I did. I could see him telling Paul everything I did and what that meant.

Yeah, Lee seemed like the type of guy to do that.

I got ready to go to class, giving Merlin a cuddle before I left my side bag heavy and full of books. I walked easily around the campus, going through the courtyard and glancing over at the tables. Nerves fluttered in my stomach as I thought about sitting there at lunch. What would his friends think of me?

When I got to class all of Sarah's clique glared at me, turning robotically towards her and whispering comforting things to her as I sat down in the middle of the room, ignoring them and flicking over my notes from the previous lesson. The class focused on teaching within the classroom, setting out a curriculum for high school students which is what I'm interested in.

As I was reading over my notes I didn't notice an approaching figure until they had slumped down in the seat next to me. I looked up, shocked to find Lee sitting next to me and grinning wickedly.

"Fancy seeing you here." He said, putting on a fake British accent.

I raised an eyebrow, leaning back in my seat, "You want to be a teacher? Doing what – the art of really bad spying?"

He gasped with mock horror, "How could you Lorry! I thought we were going to be BFF's." He said, clutching at his heart, "How you wound me." He said exaggeratedly.

I giggled, "Who says 'BFF's' these days?" I said.

He turned his head slightly and nodded to the group of girls behind us. I burst out laughing, having a mental image of all Sarah's friends running around clucking 'you are so my BFF'. I shook my head and glanced to the front of the room, wondering vaguely where the teacher was.

"Teacher's always late for this class." Lee said with a bored tone.

"Why?"

He smirked, "She's too busy rooting the head of the math department."

I choked, "I don't want to know how you know that." I said, looking at him disgustedly.

"I haven't seen 'it'." He said sighing dramatically, stressing 'it', "She comes to this class all the time with sex hair and her top practically undone and her make-up smudged." He looked at me becoming serious, "So, what do you think of Paul?" He asked.

I blushed, feeling awkward discussing my feelings with Paul's closest friend, "He's nice." I said trying to find someway to escape this conversation.

"Just nice?" He pushed, "Look, I don't know you but Paul's my friend and he's had it rough. If you're just like…"

"Those bimbos that sit in the back and chase after every guy they see because they have no life? No I'm not like them." I told him straight out, "Do I look like the type of girl to parade myself around so I can root anyone?" I asked him bluntly.

Lee stared at me open mouth for a moment and then grinned, "Nope, but you're exactly the type of girl that this uni needs more of. You're going to be great for Paul." He said, sighing happily.

I stared at him, shaking my head in complete bafflement, "Is that some guy approval?"

"Yep, I gotta make sure Wolf's not going to have someone screw him around." Lee said, shrugging.

I looked at him curiously, "Wolf?"

"Yeah, that's Paul's nickname. If someone starts talking about Wolf you know they're referring to Paul." Lee informed me.

"Why do they call him that?" I asked him, curious at the knowing look on Lee's face.

He shrugged as the teacher came in, "Maybe you'll find out soon."

The whole class I was thinking about what Lee had said. 'Maybe you'll find out soon'. What did that mean? How much more could there be to a name? I tried to change my focus from my questions about Paul to the teacher, knowing that if things worked out between me and Paul that he would tell me in his own time. I didn't see the need to force things out of Paul; it was his business and until we knew each other better it was going to stay that way.

When the class ended I packed up my things slowly, my nerves igniting as I remembered that I now had to meet Paul in front of his friends. Lee grinned at me as though he could tell what I was thinking, walking next to me as we made our way over to the tables. I could hear Sarah sniffling and screeching behind us, and I knew she wasn't about to leave Paul and I alone.

When we got to the seats all of Paul's friends stared at me, their eyes assessing me and they finally grinned at me, glancing at each other. I blushed, looking around for Paul and giving Lee a glare as he snickered at my awkwardness. He and the guys started calling out things to me and I became frustrated. Without hesitation I whacked Lee over the head.

"If you ask me one more time about the date Paul took me on the little drawings of fairies and love hearts that you do in class will be become public." I threatened, pointing my finger at you.

The guys looked at Lee and then burst out laughing. Lee blushed, crossing his arms over his chest and pouted. "That's not fair. I get bored in class and I need to express my artistic side."

"I'd say that's more your feminine side." A deep baritone voice interrupted, sounding amused, "Someone has finally revealed your secret; how will you go on?"

I jerked around to find Paul standing behind me, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off his muscled forearms, his muscled biceps were visible in the black button up shirt. He was smiling at me and then gave Lee a pointed look.

"Your girlfriend's picking on me!" Lee exclaimed, pointing accusingly at me.

Both Paul and I blushed as his friends began whistling at us, "Alright cut it out." Paul shouted, placing a boiling hand on my mid back to lead me to a seat, "Go ahead and start giving Lee shit for drawing fairy pictures."

That brought about a new wave of snickers except this time it was directed at Lee who, instead of being embarrassed, took in the attention, "That's right people; I rock."

Paul shook his head and sat down next to me, "I'm sorry about them." He said, grinning sheepishly and nodding towards his friends. "I just hope they'll get over it soon."

"Well I'm beginning to doubt that now." I said smiling.

"So you've got a class with Lee." Paul said, glancing over at his friend who was now dancing around the other table with some of the other guys.

I stared at them, "Are they always like this?" I wondered out loud.

"They're not used to beautiful girls around them." He said, smiling charmingly at me.

I blushed, "I think they're just not used to girls in general." I thought for a moment and then responded cheekily, "No, wait, they're just not used to seeing you with girls."

Paul gaped at me and then the next thing I knew he was tickling me. I squealed, trying to jerk away from him but I was unsuccessful. Suddenly there were more people tickling me while one set of hands held firmly on to my hips, pinning me against a hard body.

"Alright, that's enough. Go find your own girl to torture." Paul shouted and the guys cleared away, slapping each other's hands.

I found myself sitting in Paul's lap, his face inches from mine and I gulped, my eyes flicking from his eyes and down to his lips. Without thinking of the crowd around us Paul closed the distance between our lips, kissing me heatedly. His hands held me against him but when we finally remembered the guys around us we jerked apart, my cheeks flaming red.

"Don't stop on account of us." Lee shouted, the guys whistling and cheering

"Way to go Paul!"

"It's about time, man!"

"Keep it in your pants, Wolf."

Paul groaned and stood, pulling me up with him, "Come on, lets go for a walk."