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A/N: So the second chapter. I had a bit trouble with the start, but after that I had a lot of fun. I hope you'll like it. I'd like to thank all of you guys for the support! FIFTEEN ALERTS! Holy macaroni! That's bloody amazing! Anyway, I'd love it if you guys would drop me a review. Just a few words is fine too. I love to hear from you guys!

Anyway, my other story Goodbye Alice In Wonderland is being majorly edited. The whole story is in fact changing, but I'm thinking about just deleting the story and starting overnew! But I can also just edit the chapters. But let me know what you guys prefer.

And that's that, and here is chapter two: Enjoy!

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Cause I'm A Paper Chaser

An ice cold pack of ice was held against my head and it slightly relieved my pain, as I couldn't help but feel remotely ridiculous. Look where I was. Sitting in the nurse's office with I don't know how many people here with me. I counted the familiar faces. Summer, Seth, Kim, Jared, Collin, Brady, Summer's little brother and a close friend of Seth. Those I knew. But then you also had; Jacob Black. Quil Ateara. Embry Call, and then last and in this case also least, Paul Matson. I wondered what they were doing here.

I mean I understand that Paul was there, even though I was surprised when I came to that he carried me to the nurse's office, Paul isn't really known for his chivalry. But strangely enough he didn't complain, he even seemed a bit concerned. This bothered me immensely.

"Now dear, if you feel any nausea, faint or anything come straight back to me. Now off you go." The sweet old school nurse said to me and than turned to Paul with a very dangerous glare. I swear I saw Paul cower in fear. But I suppose it's hard not to feel afraid when the school nurse is about to attack you. I held back a laugh and I saw others do the same thing.

"You," She growled pointing her finger at Paul. "We are going to have a talk. Outside. Now!" The moment Paul cringed and slouched out the door everyone started laughing. The moment the door closed behind them I could hear the school nurse yell while Paul was continuingly apologizing. His apologies muffled by a screaming school nurse.

"Anyway, are you feeling alright Jules?" Seth asked nicely. He sat down next to me and ruffled my hair in a sweet gesture but the blow was still fresh and cringed in pain.

"Right. Sorry Jules." He apologized. Jules, my nickname ever since I was a little kid, Seth gave it to me. I can't remember exactly when it started but the moment his parents introduced me to him as Julie, he shortened my name and started calling me Jules. That was now four years ago. He was eleven and I was thirteen.

The door opened and Paul came back in, his dark hair ruffled because of his hand going through his hair continuously. He gave me a small smile and I gave him a small one back. Just out of politeness. His dark eyes were focused on me and I stared back, completely breathless. My thoughts were on overdrive but my thoughts were incoherent. One word: Mush.

"Ahem." Kim coughed quite loudly, and might I add, not so subtle. I immediately darted my eyes away from his and looked at Kim, who was watching me oddly...

"I guess it's time to go." Jared said and grabbed Paul by his arm dragging him out of the room with Jacob, Embry, Quil following them, and Collin trailing obediently behind them. It's like seeing bees following honey.

"Hope you'll feel better." Quil said quickly.

"Thanks." I muttered and the door closed behind them, leaving me alone with Summer, Kim, Brady and Seth.

"So," I said as got back on my feet. That wasn't really a good idea because I could feel the instant faintness set in. Seth grabbed my arm as I swayed and steadied me. His skin was warm and I couldn't help but let out a gasp by the shock. I knew he had a warm skin. So did Brady and Collin, but I couldn't help but think about it.

"Easy there." He said simply.

"So," Brady began. Ugh. Brady. Honestly. He's nice, he really is, but he sure knows how to make awkward conversation.

"What was that?" I decided to play stupid. Hey, someone knocked me out. I think I have a right to do so.

"What was what?" I replied simply. Brady and Summer both exchanged looks and I rolled my eyes. Ouch! Even that hurts! All of us trailed out of the school nurse's office and headed back to our lockers.

"You know what we're talking about." Summer said as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I scowled. Why oh why do they have to notice that.

"I think Paul likes you." Summer teased and her smile grew while I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

"Shut up!" I muttered embarrassed. Seth gave Summer a small nudge and I could see Summer's face explode with anger. She hated it when Seth touched her. Even put an arm around her. I often wonder why she hates him so much. I couldn't imagine someone hating Seth. He's a very kind guy and he would be a great boyfriend.

"Lay off." She growled. Summer could do with some anger management.

"Calm down." Seth said. His joking demeanour wasn't here at the moment and I knew that this would be a huge blow out.

"I am calm."

"You sure look like it." Seth said sarcastically if not patronizing.

Summer glared at him but suddenly her eyes softened and she turned her head away from him. Kim, Brady and I all looked at the scene. Boy, there really was something going on here.

"Come on Seth. Let's go." Brady intercepted and he gave his sister a disgusted look and then turned back to me.

"Hope you'll feel better Julie." I smiled at the concern and waved him goodbye.

"See ya Jules." Seth said his eyes still on Summer and he gave me a small peck on the head before leaving with Brady.

"What was that?" Kim quoted Brady, and I shrugged while Summer grabbed my arm again.

Boy, they're seriously dysfunctional.

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"Julie!" My mother, Dena called. "Dinner's ready." I sighed and turned off my radio and put down the pastels I was using. My drawings were still awful, repetitious, and simply unoriginal. I hated it, but somehow I couldn't get out of the block. As I got up and washed my hands I couldn't help but long for some fresh air.

I descended the stairs after I was done and ran into the kitchen. My dad wasn't there. That wasn't really a surprise. My mother made me sit down and handed over a plate. As we both ate silently I looked out of the window. The sun wasn't completely down yet and it wasn't raining, so I might as well go outside after dinner for a while. Maybe I could take my sketchbook with me.

"So how's your head?" My mother asked me. Her sweet brown eyes were radiating genuine concern and I felt like hugging her.

"It's alright, throbs a bit but other than that it's fine."

"Hmm, maybe we should ask if Dr Cullen could take a look at it." I rolled my eyes always the concerned one. Dr Cullen lives in Forks with his family. I've seen Edward Cullen and his girlfriend Bella Swan once in the grocery store. They seemed nice enough.

"No, I don't think it's necessary." I said. She huffed but gave up. My mother and I never really had that great mother daughter relationship. Partially because my dad prevented it. Even though he wasn't at home he had a certain claim on her and me and it prevented us from being a real family. I could feel the resentment fill my gut as thoughts of my dad came up.

"I'm going outside for a while. I'll be back in an hour or so." I said and my mother nodded absentminded.

I quickly dumped my plate in the kitchen and went to my room to grab my sweatshirt and bag, where I put my sketchbook and pencils in. I left the house in no more than five minutes. I lived in La Push, like most Quileute people and our house was pretty big in size. It looked a bit like a country house. It was white with two storeys, and blue window frames. In fact it was a dream house and if there was one thing I loved it would've been our house.

Not a lot of people in La Push had these kinds of houses, there were only a few. This sadly enough included Paul Matson. I'm not really sure what I have against Paul. It's just I hate the way he treats people. He's always so angry and it makes me wonder what he lacks.

I took off to the beach and as my feet trudged forward in a solid rhythm I hummed the mockingbird lullaby. I loved the mockingbird song. My mother used to sing it when I was little and I did the same thing to my little baby cousin.

As I found a spot to sit down I shrugged on my sweatshirt. It was a littler more chilly than I expected but it was bearable. As I sat down I looked at the sight in front of me I felt some inspiration, and thus I began.

Several minutes passed and I was completely engrossed in my drawing that I didn't hear someone sit down next to me. When I felt the person radiate heat I looked up sharply dropping my sketchbook and pencil immediately while I yelped.

"Calm down, it's just me." Paul said. And I put a hand to my chest preventing my heart from jumping out.

"What are you doing here?" I muttered, surprised at the fact that he was here in the first place.

"Hello to you to." He joked and he gave me this heartbreaking smile. This cannot be happening. I cannot like that smile. I refuse.

"I have to go." I said, completely forgetting everything. But luck wasn't on my side today and a heavy wind started to blow away all my sketches.

"Oh, my God," I muttered horrified as several pieces of paper whirled on the gusts of wind. Paul got up and helped me collect them. He got them quicker than I would have been able to and handed them over.

"Thanks." I said, looking at my feet.

"You can look at me you know. I won't bite you." Paul pointed out and I grimaced, I hated when people pointed these kind of things out.

"I know, sorry about that." I really was, honestly.

"Hey listen. About this morning, I'm really sorry knocking you out. If it helps, I didn't see you." Paul said with an apologetic smile.

'If it helps, I didn't see you.'

No that doesn't help, at all. "Is that your subtle way of pointing out that someone is invisible?" I snapped, clearly insulted. I gathered my stuff and put them in my bag before walking away. The nerve of that guy!

"Julie, listen." I knew he was jogging behind me and close to catching up so I quickened my pace.

"Hey come on." He said and he grabbed my arm making me turn. I never really realized how tall he really was, as I had to crane my neck backwards to see his face.

"I didn't mean it that way."

"Sure you didn't." I muttered. I refused to look into his smouldering brown eyes.

"Look you took it the wrong way. I didn't see you because…" He let out a small laugh awkwardly before he continued, "because you're not the tallest of girls." I raised my eyebrows at him. He really had a knack for insulting me.

"Thanks a lot you jerk." I pushed him away from me and continued my walk.

"Oh shit, Jules, hey!" He pulled my arm again and this time I collided with his chest. The heat rose immediately to my cheeks.

"Are you mad?" His voice husky

"I- uh, I-" I stuttered.

"I didn't mean to." I had to get out of here. His body heat was too much for me to bear, besides I hardly know the boy, so why does this feel so pleasant?

"I understand." My brain was taking over from here. "But I have to go now."

"Oh, alright, I understand." Was that disappointment?

"Okay, well bye." I stepped back and waited for him to leave and walk in the other direction.

"Bye."

We both kept standing, our eyes never really meeting each other. So I suppose this is where awkward silences come from.

"Bye!" I decided to cut the chase and I turned around breaking the spell. I heard him call my name and to my utter surprise my body reacted and stopped.

"What?" I yelled back.

"You got some paint right here." He tapped his cheek. I raised my hand to my cheek. The blue paint of this morning was still there. Crap.

A/N: So how was it? I'd love to hear from you guys.