A/N: Sorry, it's pretty short compared to the last one. It's harder writing in a mindset completely different from your own, especially when it's the POV of someone you actually know! Love you Shel (:

Shelby's POV

"She'll be fine," I sighed.

Whatshisname looked at me funny. "Uh, sorry, but I don't even know your name.."

I stared at him blankly. "I'm Shelby."

"Uh-huh..?"

"I'm in your math class?"

He still looked uncomfortable. I said, with an exasperated sigh, "Oh, nevermind, I don't know who you are either."

He laughed at that. "Good, I was getting worried. So.. how do you know Mandy?"

"Middle school. We always talked during class. She's pretty cool."

"Oh, uh, cool.. Yeah, she is isn't she?"

Ugh. I HATE awkward moments. He just stood there, looking stupid. Stupid boys.

"So you know my name, what's yours?"

"Paul."

"Ohhhh so you're the famous Paul." I love embarassing Mandy. I guess it's payback for the "He Who Must Not Be Named" thing.

He looked at me funny again; He could make some pretty hilarious faces. "The famous Paul? Hm, I like it. Now, whaddya mean famous?"

"Oh, nothing." Boys are funny when they try to think.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "What?" I whined. "Don't look at me like that!"

"Why, does it make you uncomfortable?"

"Yes. Very. Bye!" I laughed as I ran toward the soccer game. Mind games are so fun.

Paul's POV

I stood there, utterly confused, while that girl (Shelby, right?) ran away. Girls can be so weird sometimes. And what did she mean by "the famous Paul"? Does Mandy talk about me a lot? Oh god, I hate this crap.

So many questions, so little time. Like "Why does she hate John so much?" Mind games suck. I guess John did get a little out of control at times, but I'd gotten used to it by then. He didn't know how to settle down. How George and him got along, I'll never know, I guess they balanced each other out or something.

I sighed. Mandy confused me. She could be so funny and outgoing, but then she'd get like...well, like this. It was like she couldn't decide who she wanted to be; She was two completely different people. Normally, I understood girls, I mean, c'mon I was one of the most popular freshmen there, but Mandy was...different. She didn't seem to care what other people thought of her, as long as she could tune them out with her headphones. But once that sheild was gone, she wore a mask. She was totally different.

Mandy never seemed unhappy, she was always smiling and laughing; But if you looked in her eyes, you could see the pain. And I wanted to know what exactly that pain was. I guess everyone else was oblivious or just didn't care that she hid so much inside.

Whatever was hurting her, I was determined to find out what it was, and to try and stop it. She was too nice a girl to leave in tears.

A/N: Aww, ain't Paul a sweetie? Why can't most guys be like him?