Author's Note: I do not own Twilight! Just my OC. Anyway, I'd just like to thank those who've been reading and favoriting/following my story. It truly means a lot to me. Also, I'd like to let everyone know who have been reading my story that I'll try to update everyday. I have faith in my story, and I'm glad all you guys do! Thank you so much. (:

By the way, I'll be wrapping up the 6th grade events soon, I promise! They're just a couple events that I'd like to get out there before going onto 7th grade. Stay tuned!

But for those awaiting the meeting of Paul... well, here it is!

Chapter 3: Paul Lahote

"Hey there," I said awkwardly waving to the both of them. They both looked at me, then exchanged glances as if having a silent conversation with their eyes. I felt nervous, hoping that they'd be as easygoing as Jacob was at being my friend. You could never go wrong with making more friends. Plus, they seemed to be his best friends. Which meant I needed their stamps of approval in order to continue having a friendship with him, as well as gain one with them.

I simply waited.

They both nodded, and the taller one of the two introduced himself as Embry Call and the one with the impish grin obviously introduced himself at Quil Ateara.

Quil took a step forward towards me, while Embry stayed behind looking amused. "So, you're Melanie?" He asked, a glint of mischief in his eye pairing perfectly with his grin.

I nodded. Where on earth was he going with this? I thought.

He cut to the chase once I nodded, "Do you have cooties?" He asked and both Embry and Jacob started laughing.

"No," I said shaking my head. "I don't, do you?"

He shook his head and stuck his hand out. "Welcome to the group." He said approvingly.

I laughed and shook his hand. "Great to be in it." I said smiling.

"Both of you two take care of her these next two periods!" Jacob ordered, which couldn't be taken seriously as he grinned. But it didn't stop Embry or Quil from nodding solemnly.

"Aye, aye captain!" Quil said, saluting him before whisking me off to language arts.

The next two periods became blurs to me, and lunch came around. Both Embry and Quil escorted me to their table within the cafeteria right when the bell rang. It was between two other tables with other sixth graders chattering, one table was loud and rowdy while the other was just enjoying their lunch. I ended up getting stared at by some, but it didn't bother me as much as it had during first period. Jacob was already seated, probably waiting for us.

"Here we are, milady." Quil said, faking a British accent once we arrived.

I laughed. "Why, thank you sir." I said before taking a seat next to Jacob. Quil took the sit in front of me and Embry took the seat next to him.

"Glad to know you guys kept her in one piece." Jake said, flashing a thumbs-up at the two boys in front of us.

"Told ya we would!" Quil said grinning, as if passing off his near attempt at dragging me to the cafeteria as nothing.

Embry rolled his eyes. "Don't worry Jake. Mel was fine, except when Quil almost knocked her over trying to get her over here." He said, snickering. My cheeks flushed slightly at the memory of that embarrassing moment.

"HEY! That was not my fault!" Quil shouted, facing Embry with slightly narrowed eyes. "I just wanted to get outta that classroom already."

"You dragged her out of her seat, dude." Embry pointed out. In whole honesty, Quil did want to get out of class. It was just too spontaneous for me; I couldn't get out of my chair fast enough until he grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to the cafeteria before Embry convinced him to let go.

"She's fine, no need to complain about it now." Quil grumbled before taking a bite out of his sandwich with one hand and waving Embry off with his free one. Embry shrugged and did the same, while Jake shook his head both of them before laughing.

"So, I ask you to take care of her and you nearly pull her arm off?" He asked before taking a swig of his milk.

"Yeah, yeah." Quil said waving him off this time.

I rolled my eyes at the both of them and began eating the apple I packed. We all chatted about random things, Quil would argue every now and then with either Embry or Jake, and I just sat there on the side laughing at their stupidity. Once their banters ceased and they began to name all the other students in the building starting from the ones closest to the doors ending with the hyper table behind ours.

"And that guy over their is Paul Lahote." Jacob named, indicating with his thumb at the boy who sat at the corner of the table. I turned slightly to get a look at him - he had deep brown eyes, black hair, and his russet skin indicated his normality among everyone else. He was also probably the loudest of his friends, but mostly reserved; he'd laugh or smirk every now and then, but when it came to expressing his point or telling a story he'd say it louder so everyone else would listen. It was fascinating, and honestly he was actually pretty cute but I stopped staring when his gaze met mine rather than focusing on his friends, almost immediately I turned to face the rest of the guys. I could already feel the flush on my cheeks.

"Hey," Quil said, catching my attention. "He's staring at you."

I met Quil's eyes with confusion. "What?"

"Paul Lahote's staring at you." He said his confusion mirroring mine. I remained silent, already feeling the flush turn into blush.

"Don't bother though." Jake said. I turned my head to face him. "He's trouble. His temper's pretty bad."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my head tilted to the side.

"He gets angry easily." Jake explained. "Like this one time, I bumped into him and he just yelled at me to watch where I was going!" Embry agreed, apparently the same thing had occurred to him which I could not see happening since he was so shy and quiet around others. It was hard to see anyone yell at something like that, let alone someone yelling at Embry.

But before we could further discuss it, Quil changed the subject to something else which I was thankful for. It felt weird hearing them tell me that about him, and as much as I didn't like angry people that dislike for it didn't stop me from craning my head enough to see him again. He was still staring and when it captured mine, he winked before turning back to his friends. The blush that had been fading from my cheek reheated as I listened to yet another rant from Quil about how much his teachers seemed to hate him.

The bell rang when Quil was about to tell us why he hated social science, promising to tell the rest of the story tomorrow. And since neither of three shared the same period with me, Embry was nice enough to give me fairly simple directions to the classroom - keep going straight until I reach a left turn then make a right and the classroom was supposed to be on my right. As easy as it sounded, it wasn't. That was all due to the group of students that all managed to crowd all at once into the hallway which made it extremely difficult to see for any turns whatsoever, I gave up and allowed everyone else to pass me up. The hallway was clear of any students by the time the final bell rang, and I was lost. I didn't see any upcoming left turns and as far as I could tell I was still by the cafeteria.

"Excuse me?" The voice sounded like a boy. A tap on my shoulder caused me to turn around and face the mystery boy. "Are you lost?"

It belonged to the one and only Paul Lahote.

My cheeks were reheating up, I could feel it as his eyes bore into mine. "Um, sorta, yeah," I said in a small voice. "I know the directions to math and all, but the sea of students sort of mixed me up and I didn't know where to turn so I stayed behind and hoped I'd be able to find it now but I can't." I was rambling. Just great. The heat on my cheeks intensified from embarrassment due to my situation.

He looked amused, a smile appeared on his lips. "Well, today's your lucky day."

My eyebrow arched in curiosity.

"Well, I have math right now." He explained. "So I could show you where it is."

This didn't sound like the Paul my friends were describing. I expected someone who wouldn't care about whether someone was lost or not, but he did. He was actually helping me, which made me question what they told me about him. Maybe he wasn't as bad as they thought he was. He sure as hell acted nice, so maybe his attitude and anger was just a way of hiding a part of himself that he didn't like showing.

"Really?" I smiled, I was definitely accepting this opportunity of help.

He nodded with a smile turned smirk of his own. "Shall we?" He said, indicating with one hand the way toward the classroom while getting a tighter grip on his backpack with the other. "I'm Paul Lahote, by the way."

"Melanie Greene." I answered, and we began walking to math together.

Thanks for reading! I'm SO sorry for publishing it halfway finished. :c I didn't know my desktop didn't save what I originally saved and published. So I had to rewrite it.

Anyway, expect Chapter 4 by at leas tomorrow or Monday. I PROMISE to have it done!

Please review!