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I daydreamed all the way through class, nothing was going in. All I could think about was Brad. I knew I must have been grinning all day, because people kept giving me strange looks. Finally the bell rang and we were released for lunch. I walked into the cafeteria, looking around for Brad. I grinned at him as he strode toward me.

"Fancy meeting you here," I said sarcastically.

He just grinned and gave me a huge hug. I smiled up at him, and saw his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"What are you smiling about?"
He shook his head, "Nothing."

"I will find out you know, I always find out" I said with a smirk.

"Don't you worry you pretty little head," He said and kissed my forehead.

There was a loud crash from behind Brad, I let go of him and looked to see what had happened. Paul stood there looking as though someone had kicked him in the nuts, his tray of food was splattered all over the ground. His eyes were teary, and he turned away stalking out of the cafeteria and slamming the door behind him. I frowned, what's up with him?

I took Brad's hand, "That was weird."

"Do you know him?" Brad asked.

"Uh, yeah that's Paul, why?"

He shook his head, "He's a weird one, him and his friends have all disappeared for weeks on end, at different times though." He shrugged.

"Well you know they could've just been sick, and caught it off each other."

"Yeah I guess, but they don't even talk to the rest of us anymore. They all hang around together with Sam Uley."

I frowned, "And what's wrong with that, I've met Sam and he seems nice enough" I said feeling a little annoyed.

He shrugged again, "You'd just think they could at least be nice to the rest of us."

I rolled my eyes, "Do you and your friends make a special effort? Unless you're chasing a girl or guy that you like?"

"I guess not, now let's not talk about them anymore" He said putting his arm around my waist.

I grinned, "I can handle that."

We grabbed our lunch and walked to our table, I was just starting to get the hang of remembering all of their names.

The short girl with brunette hair was Shayna; the super skinny blonde girl with bright blue eyes was Jazz. The guy with the black hair and super dark tan was Luke, and then there was Brad.

I slid into our seat and smiled at everyone.

"What happened over there?" Shayna asked curiously.

"What with Paul?" I asked.

Her eyes bugged out for a second, "You know Paul? Crap, how? He never talks to anyone!"

I scoffed, "So I've heard, but obviously he does. I met him the first day we arrived, at um, what's his names house," I said clicking my fingers trying to remember his name "oh, Sam."

They all stopped what they were doing; "You've been to Sam Uley's house?" Luke finally said.

I frowned, "Yeah, why aren't I supposed to?"

"Well, the only people that have been there recently, are Paul and his 'gang' of over sized muscle heads" He said still looking a little shocked.

"You guys are insane, they're not a gang! They're all really nice, and FYI if you actually knew Sam personally you'd probably go to his house."

"So," Luke mumbled.

I laughed, "Well now that our argument is over, what's the happenings?"

We all chattered and ate our food, the bell rang and we all reluctantly went back to our classes.

Brad and I walked hand in hand to class; "I'll meet you at your truck after school okay?" He said and left for his class.

I walked into class, which just happened to be English. The one class I had to sit with Melody. I sat down at my seat, I could feel Melodies glare, I ignored her and listened to the teacher.

"Listen up class, we will be studying Shakespeare this semester," She said as she handed out our assignment sheets.

"We will be broadening our understanding of the English language, and learning what Shakespeare actually meant in his writing."

I rolled my eyes; does every school in the history of EVER have to do this?

I skimmed through our sheets, Why do you torture us this way! Stupid teacher, I don't actually care what it means.

She came around again handing out a thick book, saying 'The complete works of William Shakespeare.'

"Can this day possibly get any better" I muttered sarcastically.

I looked at the book venomously, it was huge! It must've been at least 10 years old, by the looks of things other students had treated as badly as I felt about it. The cover was drawn on and the pages were tattered and brown.

The teacher droned on, I resorted to drawing on the back of my hand. I wrote 'Brad' in fancy lettering, and surrounded it by all sorts of patterns.

Melody leaned over "Slut" She hissed at me, just loud enough for me to hear.

I scowled at her. The bell rang, allowing me to escape from the class. I strode out of the class, making my way to the truck.

"Hey! New girl!"

I turned to see Melody hurrying after me. I glared at her, furiously.

"What do you want!" I hissed.

"Can't you be happy with one guy!" She said.

"What are you talking about?" I said narrowing my eyes at her.

"Ugh, as if you don't know!" She spat, "Why can't you just be happy with Paul, instead of taking Brad as well!" She yelled at me.

The students stared at us as they passed. "I don't go out with Paul!" I hissed, "I go out with Brad, and he doesn't want you so leave him alone!"

I stalked off toward my truck.

Who the hell does she think she is! Calling me a slut, she's just lucky I didn't smack her in the face!

I knew by now that I'd be sending off such huge negative vibes, that anyone with half a brain would stay away from me. Well, at least anyone who didn't know me. Brad was leaning against my truck, staring into space. My mood dissipated, Well at least there's a good part to my day.

I sighed and walked toward him, "Hey," I said my voice still sounding glum.

He tilted his head examining my expression, "What's wrong?" He asked putting his hand under my chin, and lifting my head so I had to look at him.

"Her" I said simply.

He muttered something under his breath, "What'd she say this time?"

I frowned, "She was all like, 'why can't you be happy with Paul, instead of taking Brad as well'" I said making a bad imitation of her voice.

He sighed, letting me go. "Paul?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I mean come on! Where the hell would she get an idea like that?"

"Speak of the devil" Brad grumbled.

I looked up to see a still pained looking Paul walking toward us. I looked at Brad then back at Paul, "Oh my gosh! Sorry about this Brad."

Paul approached cautiously, as though he was trying to restrain himself.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Paul asked.

"Um, sure."

"Privately."

I looked at Brad, "Do you mind?" I asked hoping he didn't get mad.

He shrugged "I'll catch up with you tomorrow or I'll call you okay?"

"Okay," I pecked his cheek, "See ya."

Paul twitched, his jaw was clenched tight and his hands were in fists. I watched as Brad walked away.

"So what'd you wanna talk 'bout?" I asked.

He looked down at his shoes for a moment, "Um, I..."

I raised my eyebrows; "Come on spit it out!"

"Ah, are you dating Brad?" He asked carefully.

I frowned, "Well, yeah I guess. Why?" I said narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

"Well, um. I don't want you to date him" He mumbled.

I stepped closer to him, "And why is that!" I snapped.

He looked shocked at my reaction, "Because, I don't trust him."

I glared at him, "And what! You trust you! Is that it? You want me to go out with you!"

He looked at me sheepishly, and nodded.

I shoved him with all my strength, "Well keep dreaming! I'm not your girlfriend, and I'm not for you to protect either!"

I got into my truck and slammed the door. I turned the radio up loud and pulled out of the parking lot. I glanced at Paul in the rear view mirror; he just stood there watching me go. With that look, the puppy dog look. I clenched my jaw and looked away, I pushed down on the accelerator. I sped down the road; shocked citizens stared as a raced past. I braked quickly, swinging the truck into the driveway, missing the letter box buy mere centimetres. I cut the engine, and sat there staring at the rear view mirror. I got out of the truck slamming the door; I stamped my way into my room dumping my bag on the floor. I buried my face in a pillow and screamed, trying to somehow stop all the confusion.

"Stupid Paul, and stalker girl! Stupid homework!" I muttered.

I turned on my laptop, going straight to messenger. Please be online.

I scanned through my contacts, "Dammit," I muttered.

My in-box was full of emails. I sat there reading all the email individually replying. I could feel tears pricking my eyes; I took a deep trying to calm myself down. I looked at the picture of my friends and I, and sighed.

I pulled a blanket onto my lap, nestling into a cosy ball. I turned I-tunes on, and played my list of songs called 'romantic songs.' I sang along to the music, every word I had memorised. I got up taking my guitar out of it's case, and strummed the tune of the song. I smiled remembering all the fun I had, had with my friends and my old guitar.

Maybe they're thinking the same thing where ever they are, whatever they're doing. I really need to talk to you guys at the moment, get online!

I smiled at myself; they can't hear me, no matter how much I wish that they could.

I rested my head on my guitar, and closed my eyes tight.

((( So that's chapter 9 please review yada yada yada =P Hope you liked it, the next chapter I think will be Paul's POV. So keep an eye out, thanks for reading you guys are awesome, and come one NZ!!!! Ireland is beating you in numbers on my Story Traffic LOL. Thanks to all my readers from different countries it's great to know that it appeals to you as well!)))