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A/N: Here's chapter 4! I'm very happy with the response I'm getting but guys even though Alerts are very nice to get, I'd love to hear from you guys. Even a silly little Sweet! Or JUK! Is good! Well I hope the former of course but still! Anyway, still I'm happy! Thanks to my lovely beta WolfGirl-Addie. Addie you're the bomb! Thank you dear =D Here is chapter 4 =]
The Farthest Thing from Beauty
"We are allowed to talk you know..." Paul said to me. I looked up from my sketch. There was a smile on his beautiful face and I couldn't help but smile myself.
"I know." I replied. "What do you want to talk about?" He shrugged casually but stayed in his current positions. Like that I could see his face very well and I could capture it on canvas.
"I don't know something random?" His dark eyes stood careful but the smile on his face told me otherwise. He casually leaned back again and I sighed looking at him exasperated.
"Paul, stop moving! Or else I'll ruin the sketch." I scolded. Paul laughed and other students looked in our way, wondering what was so amusing. I scowled once again but I couldn't help but keep the smile from my face. That's how it always was. Every time I was near Paul I would be gloating like a light bulb, I couldn't help it. It was out of my power to control it.
"I don't think you can ruin the sketch, Jules." He said casually. I raised my eyes back to him and gave him a pointed look. Of course I can. I wanted to say that but my mind was stuck on the other thing he said. Jules... I'm not entirely used to him calling me Jules. But I suppose I can get used to that. I'm even looking forward to getting used to that.
Till now, things were going quite easily actually. Paul was being nice, and he hasn't said any stupid things, yet. But of course I haven't either but I'm sure that won't last long. With Paul I manage to make an utter fool of myself, or at least, most of the time. Yesterday for example, he knocked a door in my head, but that was partly my fault too. I was running and not looking, which I shouldn't do.
"Which by the way, reminds me, do you mind if I come by so you can show me your stuff?" My heart stopped beating right there and then. Wait a second, Paul coming by? To see me, or more likely my sketches but still it counts! But the most important thing of all was it a date?
"My stuff...?" My voice was higher than I would like. Paul nodded.
"Yeah, I'd like to see what you work on when you're covered in paint." I blushed at that. It was true, I was often covered in paint or at least, my face was. How I got paint there? I never knew. I just know that when I begin painting I'm still clean but when I'm done my face is full of paint splats.
"Don't blush. It's kind of cute actually." The way he expressed himself, it almost seemed easy for him. Like it was his second nature... He must hang out with his sister a lot.
"Stop it." I hissed. He was making me very awkward. I continued drawing him and as I added the finishing touch I couldn't help but look forward to him sketching me. I wonder if he's a good artist.
"I'm done." I said and I got up. He hopped off the table he was sitting on and took the piece of paper out of my hands and looked at it. I always hated this moment. When people would see my things, it would always scare me because I wasn't sure whether they would like it or not. Because I'm not that extraordinary or something, I'm just different when I paint.
"This is great Jules." Paul said. I looked up at him and realized that his words were genuine. I was kind of surprised actually.
"I don't know!" I said insecurely. "I couldn't quite get your cheekbones the right way because you were talking."
"Jules, come off it! This is amazing." Paul exclaimed. He looked at me and then blushed. Wait! Did Paul just blush? Or maybe he didn't. No he did, his cheeks are a bit red. It's hard to see if a Quileute boy blushes because of their skin tone. I quickly took the sketch out of his hands again and handed it over to Miss Delevan who looked at the sketch approvingly.
"Good job Julie. You'll get it back next week, grade and all." I nodded and walked back to the table where Paul was sitting.
"It's your turn now." I said nudging him slightly in the ribs. Paul gave me a nervous grin but sat down opposite me and grabbed a pencil.
"I'm warning you though. I'm very bad at drawing!" He said. He looked so serious I couldn't help but think he was lying.
"Sure you are Paul." I teased. "Come on. Show me your skills."
"Your funeral..." He muttered and I rolled my eyes at his insecurity. It's not like Paul to actually be this insecure. Most of the time his ego was impossible to deflate but somehow he seemed different around me.
"What's your favourite colour?" Paul asked suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Yellow." I said thoughtfully. "I like it because that colour isn't quite common here. What is yours?"
"Brown," He said looking straight in to my eyes. Could it be that he meant my eyes? I shrugged that thought out of my mind.
"How come...?" I asked casually hoping my nerve wouldn't show. I really wondered what he could possibly mean by that.
"It's captivating." He said, mostly to himself. I knew it was corny but I couldn't help but say:
"Is it because of my eyes?" The moment I blurted that out both Paul and I got red. And I mean real red. For once Brady didn't bring us in such an awkward position but I did. But his answer surprised me even more.
"Yeah," He ran his hand through his hair and I decided to shut up now. I was only making a fool out of myself.
Minutes went by and Paul was working hard on the sketch. He was taking even longer than I was. I looked at the clock in the corner of the classroom and saw that we only had ten minutes left before the bell would ring. My eyes roamed over the class and I saw Kim drawing with Jared, obviously. Summer on the other hand was sitting just like me, only she looked very bored. Her eyes found mine and she mouthed a "What the hell" in my way. I shrugged but gave her a smile. She rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless.
It's funny to see how things could change in a short span of time. Only a week ago I didn't associate with Paul. In fact, in my eyes he was only the best friend of Jared, my best friend's boyfriend. We barely talked let out communicated in any other way. But things change very fast, because exactly one week later, Paul Matson, has somehow ignited a very odd feeling inside of me. A feeling that's new and I'm not sure what to think about it. But for now I suppose it's alright. Because he's definitely someone I could get used to. In fact, I'm planning to.
"All done," Paul's voice snapped me out of my train of thought. His hand was waving in front of my face and I realized that he was in fact done.
"Oh show me." I said excitedly. I reached out the paper but he held it out of my reach. I looked up at him. "Let me see. Come on."
"No, I don't think you want to see it." Paul said. He was holding the paper behind his back and I hopped off the table reaching behind his back not realized that we were a bit too close for liking. My chin was almost touching his chest and my hands lay limply on his arms, both hands holding his biceps. I promptly let go of him and we both took a step backwards creating space. Suddenly I saw the chance to grab the sketch and I quickly snatched it out of his hand walking to Miss Delevan immediately. He had caught up with me in a few long strides.
"This is… interesting." I said trying hard not to laugh. Apparently Paul had a flaw. He wasn't a very good artist. In fact, he couldn't draw at all.
"Yeah I know." Paul said, his playing demeanour coming back again. "I didn't manage to capture an ounce of your beauty."
"Oh stop it." I said feeling very uncomfortable but not entirely ill at ease. I was the farthest thing from beauty. I wasn't really insecure about my looks, I prefer being called modest but I knew that my appearance wasn't always my strongest side.
"No it's true." He said. I looked at my feet and tried to make the smile evaporate. I couldn't think when Paul said things like that. I felt like mush.
"Um, I think you should give this to Miss Delevan." I said handing him the sketch. He took it and as our hands connected a flash of chemistry went through my hand and I knew he felt it to. He walked to Miss Delavan without a word and in a matter of seconds I realized something I wasn't quite ready for.
"Oh crap." I muttered miserably.
I'm falling for Paul Matson, and there is nothing I can do to prevent that....
A/N: So Julie is falling for Paul! Who'd ever thought that? Lol anyway. Review and thank you for reading. You guys are my brand of heroine.