Summary: Remake of my original story "Bluebells and Lavenders". Drastic change ahead, beware!

"speaking"

'thoughts'

The main characters are in their senior years (grade 12).

A/N: Today's chapter title is by Walk Off The Earth.

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An Ikarishipping Fanfiction

Re: Bluebells and Lavenders

Chapter Seventeen

"Red Hands"

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Previously...

Everything about Dawn he had hated; he hated how she looks like Salvia; he hated how she was so loud and ditzy; he hated how she acted so differently from Salvia; he hated that she wasn't Salvia.

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It was almost the end of lunch that Paul had just started to eat his packed meal. He sat there at the table and gazed at the initials he and Salvia made and sighed. Paul bit into his sandwich and was about to pick up his water bottle when the door swung open.

"Paul?"

A low growl emitted from his breath. He put his food down and pressed his hands on the top of the table to help him get up slowly. As he stood up tall with his shoulders back, he stared at the person who had intruded with his cold barren eyes. His glare was so empty that it could have cut off all of their nervous system. "What do you want?"

"I just..."

"Spit it out, Troublesome!"

He saw her gulp. "I wanted to see that... That marking I saw over there."

Dawn had pointed to the words he and Salvia carved. His head turned to where it was and whipped it back around to the bluenette. "No. Didn't your mother tell you never to put your nose into other people's business?"

She shook her head. "I was just curious to who was S.M. And P.S. are."

He hissed. "You don't need to know, nor will you ever know! Now get the fck out of here!"

She rose her hands up and backed away slowly with a snarl. "Geez, Paul. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're P.S."

As she shut the door behind her, Paul grabbed his unopened bottle and threw it across the room. It smacked against the opposite wall and fell onto the ground.

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When lunch was finally over, Paul remained put in the room for his spare. He didn't have to leave to go to the bathroom or whatever. He tried his best to stay there until the period was over. Paul pulled out his phone, probably going back to look at pictures of him and Salvia again.

"This sucks," he whispered.

"Knock, knock..."

He rose his head and groaned. The door opened and Paul rolled his eyes, turning his head the other way to avoid their eye contact.

"I'm back!"

"Go away, Troublesome."

He heard a thump and assumed she had stomped her foot. "I'm not leaving this room, Paul. You and I are going to spend quality time together because once school lets out, I have to move into your house and everything. We're going to have to see each other every single day for a week. A week, Paul!"

"Yeah. I got it, Troublesome. Do you have to over dramatize everything?"

"Oh, don't be such a sour puss, Paul."

His brow rose and he faced the bluenette. "Excuse me? What the fck did you just call me?"

She shrugged and made her way over to the table in the room. She set her stuff down, pulled out the chair and sat right in front of him. "I'll promise not to make noise, but don't expect me to try to talk to you every now and then. I may have the urge to run out of this room-"

"What's stopping you?" He seethed.

She ignored him and continued on. "I may have the urge to run out of this room right now, but I'm not. Why? Because we're going to make it work. We're going to act civil to one another and we're going to bond."

Paul snorted. "We're not a couple, you idiot."

She nodded. "Yeah. I know that. I'm with Gary, so it's all good."

"You've got to be kidding me..." He murmured.

"C'mon Paul. After school today, I'm going to be moving into the guest house of yours and Reggie's house while our mothers do Arceus knows what in Jubilife City."

Paul squeezed his eyes shut and shuddered. "Okay. Mental image not fcking welcomed, Troublesome."

"Gaw... Paul... Geezus!" She groaned.

"You know what? This bonding thing isn't working. Leave the room and do whatever the heck you do on your spare. Just don't come back in here again." He stated sharply.

"But-"

"No. I want you out. Now." His tone was darker than the winter nights.

Dawn sighed, picked up her things and walked back over to the door. Before she left, she turned around and looked at him.

"You know... The least you can do is be nice. You'll never get a girlfriend if you're acting like a pompous asshole."

Paul clenched his hands as he watched his ex-girlfriends' look-a-like left the study room. His sight trailed from the door to his hands. He opened them up and saw the faint nail marks in the palms of his hands. Paul grumbled and got up from his seat. He began to walk around the room aimlessly, as if he couldn't calm down and was struggling to relax.

"I fcking hate this..."

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His next class was Physics. He was glad he got Miss Fennel twice in his day two schedule. It's not like he has some sort of undying love towards her, oh no. He merely respects her and the things she teaches. Sort of like his English teacher, Miss Shirona. Though in actuality, he respects most of his teachers that he's gotten in his last year of high school. They may be pushing everyone of his classmates hard and piling homework up that could possibly reach the ceiling and all that, but he was glad. In a way, he was happy they were pushing everyone to do their best and be their best. University's going to be a lot tougher than high school, that's for sure.

"Paul."

He recognized that voice but ignored it.

"Paul."

He shuffled his way faster to Miss Fennel's classroom, trying to put distance between him and the person calling for him.

"Dammit, Paul!"

The voice caught up with him and grabbed Paul's arm, forcing him to turn and face them.

"What do you want now, Oak?" Paul seethed.

"I want to know what the hell is up with you. You've been such a moody little brat ever since Dawn transferred."

He snorted. "Obviously Troublesome will talk to you. I mean, she is your current victim and everything."

"Dammit, Paul! What's up with you?" Gary pulled Paul aside while the students rushed to their last class of the day.

Paul shrugged. "Nothin's wrong with me, Oak. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to be in." He ripped his arm out of Gary's hold and headed to Physics.

As he got into class, Paul quickly reached to his seat and sat down, slinging his backpack around in front of him and setting it down on the floor next to the leg of the table. Gary came in no later than Paul and sat next to him.

"Listen Paul," Gary paused as the bell rang. "I really do not appreciate you saying that my girlfriend is my victim... Nor do I like how you assume that I still have feelings for Misty."

Paul groaned inwardly. He'd rather not have this talk with the Oak boy right now – or anytime really. But he knew Gary would continue to pound on him if he didn't at least listen to his side of the story, even if it's a little messed up.

"Fine. Then let's hear your side of the story until Miss Fennel comes in."

"Okay... Wow... That was easier than I thought..." Gary muttered. "So, anyways. As I was saying-"

"Alright class, take our your homework please and hand them up here!" Miss Fennel called as she walked into the classroom.

Paul smirked. "Oops. Too bad. Now you'll never tell me your side." He snickered at Gary before he grabbed his homework from his bag.

He heard Gary moan incoherently and lightly threw his head down to the desk. Paul put his homework on the pile of growing papers and walked back to his seat. Gary glared at the moody boy and went up to hand in his so it wouldn't be deemed late.

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"Finally..." Paul announced to himself. It was finally after school and Paul would be able to go home and stay home until Monday came around again. He was at his locker and stuffed his text books. He took out his Comp Civ book and notes as he has plans to work on the project at home. Then he finally remembered something.

"Ah, crap." He had just remembered Dawn was going to stay with him and his brother for a week while their mothers pranced in Jubilife City for business or shopping or whatever it was grown women did. He slammed his locker shut and walked to the nearest exit.

"Hey! Wait up!"

He stopped. "What?"

"We're suppose to go to my place to pick up my stuff... And Reggie said he'd pick us up from my place and then head on to your house..." Dawn stated.

He shrugged. "Fine. Whatever. Do what you will. But when we leave through those gates, you walk fifteen paces behind me. I don't want people thinking we're friends and shit." He replied, without even turning around.

Paul heard her sigh and agreed.

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A/N: Sorry if it's a bit short and going a bit fast paced. But anyways, I'm going to clarify the whole "f" bomb usage. There were a few people in my school who would throw the "f" word everywhere like it was confetti. And I had a friend who was a really bad potty mouth (did that make sense?). So yeah, I figured I could incorporate the things I've seen/heard into here. I'll tone it down though.

Moving on - a friendly reminder, the next three chapters will be focused on Paul. Hope you enjoyed today's chapter!

-EPRika-