Disclaimer: This is Stephenie Meyer's work! I repeat STEPH-ANIE ME-YER. I suppose I'm clear now =D

A/N: Here's chapter three. Four is being worked on. Don't worry though it's all in my head! Hahaha anyway. Thank's to my lovely beta WolfGirl-Addie. She's really a rock for betaing this chapter in a blink of a eye! You rock girl! So I'm dedicating this chapter to you Addie!

You Talk To Me in A Siren Song

"So you just left?" Kim repeated. I nodded meekly and hid my face in my hands, too embarrassed to face my two best friends in the eye. Right now I was with Kim and Summer in the living room. My parents were both working in the hospital. My dad was a surgeon and my mum was a nurse. Both met through their work, obviously. And voila, three years later came baby Julie. I sighed and faced Kim and Summer. Both looking at me like I was an idiot, or at least, Summer, was.

"Kim before you say anything, it doesn't have to mean anything. Maybe it's all just a one timer." I tried. Summer just rolled her eyes and muttered something like "If only you knew." I frowned at that but Kim demanded attention and I turned back to her.

"Do you really believe that? Because honestly I think you're avoiding the whole thing." Kim said slowly. I suppose she could be right. So let me put everything in order.

Paul Matson, 18 years, a senior, just like me. He hangs out with Jared mostly but he's seen with Jacob, Embry, Quil and Seth too. He's tall, and I mean very tall, like 6 feet 5 or something. He's in some sort of gang, Sam Uley is the leader, and they call themselves the protectors. Seriously though! What do I know more of Paul besides the fact he's sort of attractive? He has a three year old sister. I think her name is Sara. And he lives with his parents.

So that's that and now I can move on... or not...

"What do you want me to do than?" I asked Kim. Cause quite frankly I didn't know what to do.

"Well I suppose you could give him a chance. You might be surprised." Wow, rewind! A chance...? A chance to what?!?

"Wow, stop there! What do you mean? What kind of chance? I don't even know the guy!" I responded. What was she implying?

"That's what I mean Jules. I think you should, I don't know, acquaint with him more. You know, become friends." She emphasised. I snorted very unladylike and Kim threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

"I think you should just leave the guy alone." Summer piped up. Typical Summer, no long term relationship... Hold on, where did that come from? Why did I just link Paul with a long term relationship?

"You okay there Jules? You look kind of pale." Kim suddenly asked. I swallowed and cleared my throat before speaking.

"Just peachy..."

"Good, so now we can discuss what you are going to with Paul." I grunted and looked annoyed at Kim.

"Weren't we just contemplating the possibilities?" I asked.

"Yes Kim, it's not always sunshine with guys." Summer began. "They're not all Jared."

"I know that." Kim stressed. "But Paul is a good guy."

"What makes you say that?" Summer barked. I rolled my eyes. Kim and Summer loved each other to death but they would butt heads often. Actually Summer would butt heads with almost everyone.

"Well, I know the guy, besides he's friends with Jared." I opened my mouth to cut Kim off.

"Yes and we all know how amazing Jared is." She gave me a sour look and Summer and I couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself."

"Obviously," Kim said. She gave me a pointed look before she continued. "I just think you ought to give him a go. You'll be surprised." She looked so determined that it looked like she almost convinced me. But then Summer had to say something.

"Don't listen to her. Just do what you think is best and I personally say that you should just let the boy go. There are plenty of guys out there. I could help you look for one." Summer raised her eyebrows suggestively and I groaned hiding my face in my hands again. I'm so confused!

Both of their opinions didn't feel right. Personally I wasn't sure what to do. One part said that I should befriend the guy. Who knows, maybe he's absolutely adorable. But the other part said that it's best to leave it like it's supposed to be. Just go back to how it was before this morning. I mean, I wasn't unhappy or something. But then again, I'm not sure if I want to go. 'Cause I have to admit, Paul does have me under a certain kind of spell. It's confusing really.

"So what are you going to do?" Both Kim and Summer had their eyes on me. I suppose there is only one thing left for me to do.

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I took a deep breath as I stopped in the doorway. I had Art and guess who was in my class? You guessed right, Paul. After last night I had decided to take Kim's advice. No offence to Summer but Kim's tactic seemed harmless. So I had decided to sit next to him. I walked to the empty seat next to Paul and plopped down next to him like it was a normal thing to do. I ignored the look Paul gave me and while the other students walked in I couldn't help but noticing the stares in our direction. Was it that odd for me to sit down next to Paul? Apparently because when Summer and Kim came in Summer's jaw dropped to the ground. Kim just looked irritatingly smug.

"So..." Paul began. I turned to look at him more closely and realized that I was sitting a bit too close to him. But somehow I didn't mind. I looked in to his gorgeous brown eyes and couldn't help but smile.

"So..." I repeated. We were engulfed in silence. "Did you finish your history essay?" I blurted out. That was so typical. I tended to talk about homework when an awkward silence would erupt. I suppose I need a new habit.

Paul chuckled and I liked the sound of it. Maybe Kim was right. "Yeah, well at least one half of it."

"But we were supposed to hand it in today." I said astound. God I sounded like a geek, a terrible annoying geek. Shut up Julie! Thank God he didn't seem annoyed by me. He just gave a simple shrug with a dazzling smile. "This is new." I confessed after a while. People were still looking at us and I twirled a lock of my hair around my finger, a nervous habit of mine.

"Definitely," He replied, his eyes still on me. Suddenly I started to cower. What was I thinking? I can't do this. I'm not good with guys. Never mind Paul. I'm so screwed. As our Art teacher, Miss Delavan, started class I couldn't help but try to keep my attention at her, instead of the gorgeous guy next to me.

The first ten minutes were bearable but then hell began.

"I'd like you to pick a partner. Just pick the one next to you and make a sketch of that person. You have fifteen minutes to finish your sketch of your partner and then you do the same thing but then the other way around. Any questions...? No? Good, you can begin." Miss Delavan was a sweet petite woman somewhere in her mid forties. She was a very optimistic person and always saw the best in people.

"So, partner? Who goes first?" Paul said. I looked at him and didn't know what to do. Shoot! Just what I need...

"Uh, you…can go… first. If you want to though," I quickly said. Paul shrugged casually.

"Why don't you go first?" I gulped and nodded self consciously.

"Sure." My voice was strained and as he seated himself in front of me I couldn't help but wonder how I was going to survive this class?

Why oh why did I listen to Kim?!?

A/N: So school's starting again next week! So updating won't be as much but I'll try! As long as you review expect updates. Oh, that's not nice of me. Well fair enough! Review, make my day!