(((Hey guys, thanks to my fantastical reviewers Lady Lunar and puRplEsuNseTs. So this chappie is in Wai's POV. Anyways I really can't think of anything else to say so here goes, enjoy)))

I spread my homework out on my desk, I groaned as I read the first algebra question.

Hell, why do you torture me math? Oh yeah you hate me, every living thing, and just life in general. Great.

I scowled, as I began writing down the working of the answer. I worked my way through the algebra, marvelling at the alien language I had just deciphered. I groaned as I looked at the thick text book filled with Biology, and along side it Physics. Michelle burst through the door without knocking, I glared at her.

"Dinner. Now." She said slamming the door behind her.

I rolled my eyes, getting up and leaving my swarm of homework behind. I slid into my seat, and rubbed my eyes. I inhaled the sweet aroma floating toward me from the large roasting dish on the table. This was one of those smells that was just so mouth watering. Dad put a huge chunk of roast pork on my plate; I smiled appreciatively at him. I poured applesauce over the pork and shoved some into my mouth. The familiar taste danced across my taste buds. Then I realised how hot it was. I opened my mouth panting and fanning my tongue. I spat the food back onto my plate, and took a huge gulp of water. I looked up to see Mum looking at me disgustedly.

"What? It was hot!" I said defensively.

She scoffed, "That's what you get for eating like a pig."

Michelle snickered.

Oh my gosh! She is so immature! How are you even related to me again!?

I rolled my eyes and continued eating my dinner, more carefully this time. We ate in an awkward silence, until Mum cleared her throat.

"So, Wai. How was your day?" She asked folding her hands neatly on her lap.

I gave her a strange look; "Mum it was School, seriously."

She raised her brows.

"What about you the Michelle?"

Michelle grunted, and shrugged her shoulders.

Wow Mum what a great conversation.

"Umm, I'm finished. Can I go now?"

Mum rolled her eyes dramatically, "Fine."

I got up, quickly escaping before she changed her mind. I slouched back into my chair, my pile of homework looming ominously over the desk.

"Damn you homework! To everything that could ever possibly cause you harm, damn you!" I said venomously.

I woke the next morning to find light coursing through my window. I flung my blanket on the ground and raced outside. I stood on the veranda, staring up at the clear blue sky. I grinned. Today is going to be good. A boy doing a paper run gawked at me as he walked past, I looked down to find I was only wearing a bra and boxers.

Well apparently I finished my homework, but failed to change clothes.

I winked at him, laughed then walked back inside. I opened my wardrobe, searching for something light to wear. I pulled out a neon green tank top and a pair of denim mini shorts. I smiled as I remembered that Brad was coming over.

I love the weekend.

I padded my way into the kitchen, opening a box of Capn' Crunch and taking it to the lounge.

Cereal just tastes so much better without milk. Or at least American milk, it's just not the same without the milk straight from the milking shed. Or not having a complaint to make to Fonterra.

I flicked the T.V on and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of the sofa. I surfed the channels, finally settling for a corny soap opera. I popped a piece of cereal into my mouth, letting it dissolve slowly on my tongue. I laughed as the soap stars dramatically vowed to love each other forever, wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately.

"I LOVE YOU!" I mimicked, before getting up and shoving the box of cereal back into the cupboard. I skipped down the hallway, and banged on the bathroom door.

"Chelle get out! You've been in there for ages!" I moaned.

"Shut up you whiny little brat," She snapped as the door flew open. She scowled at me and stomped into her room, slamming the door behind her.

I picked my way carefully through a number of various items of clothing. Being especially careful to stay away from Michelle's grotty knickers. I pulled a clean towel out of the cupboard and put it over the towel rack. I stood under the hot water, soaking in the extra warmth. Even with the weather reasonably nice, it was still cold enough to want a really hot shower. I lathered the shampoo through my hair, rinsing it out thoroughly. I slicked the conditioner through my hair, and began shaving my legs. I washed all the foam off, and wrapped the towel tight around myself. I wiped the steam from the mirror and flicked the fan on. My makeup bag sat patiently on the edge of the sink. I pulled out it contents, and planned out the 'look' I would give myself today. I finally settled for a series of blues and gray, making my eyelids look like tiny oceans. I lined my eyes with black liquid eyeliner, and waved the mascara wand over my eyelashes. I put a small amount of gloss on my lips, studying its affect. I smiled at my handy work. My girls back home would've been proud. I dried my hair, fluffing and mousing it into place. I pulled my clothes back on, avoiding my hair. I smiled at my reflection and flounced back to my room. I turned on the radio, and lay on my bed. Ryan Seacrest's voice poured from the speakers, as he made his usual series of jokes. I sang along to the next song, drumming out the best on my bed. A truck pulled into the driveway, I peered out the window to see who it was. Paul stepped out of the truck and slammed the door behind him. I snapped the curtain shut, and pressed my back against the wall.

Holy shit! What do I do!

I peeked out the window to see if he was coming inside.

I can't see him, crap please be leaving. Maybe he's just dropping something off for Sam and Emily.

There was a knock on my door and Mum peeked in.

"Hey Wai, Paul's here. Come and say hello," She said smiling brightly at me.

I groaned and got up. I walked slowly into the lounge; Paul smiled when he saw me. I raised an eyebrow at him, and he quickly changed his expression.

"Hey" I said flatly.

"Hey," He said seemingly unscathed by my tone of voice.

"So, uh. What's up?" I asked trying to make a conversation.

"Oh, um. There's a bonfire tonight, and you guys are invited." He said smiling hopefully.

I frowned. "Mum, you know Brad is coming 'round tonight."

She nodded, "Yes. I just figured he could come with us," She said oblivious to my frustration.

Paul made a small sound, something between and grunt and a scoff. Or maybe even a growl?

"Mum! I can't believe you; he invited us not Brad. I'll just stay home, me and Brad can go get pizza or something."

Mum glared at me warningly, "I don't think so Missy, you are coming whether you like it or not. Brad can decide if he would like to come or not, it's up to him. And that's final."

I groaned. I saw Paul's eyes flick toward me, like he was in some kind of pain. I looked up at him, catching him staring at me. He looked straight at me, something in his eyes, was... trying to tell me something. I shook it off, getting up and stalking into the kitchen. I glared at Paul, then took my phone out and text Brad.

Hey bad news

i gota go 2 sams for a bonfire :(

ur alwd 2 com wth if u wnt

send.

I waited for a reply, my phone buzzed and I read the message.

Oh tht sux

um i dnt no sam so i prbly shld sty hm

I pouted, and quickly sent him a reply.

K u shld stl com ova tho

we cn go 2 da beach

Send.

My phone buzzed again.

K see u sune

xoxo

I smiled and shove my phone into my pocket. I walked back into the lounge to see Mum serving Paul a hot cup of coffee. I have a distinct weakness for coffee.

Mmm, coffee.

I inhaled the delicious aroma, smiling.

"Yum, I smell caffeinated goodness!" I chirped.

How does coffee do this to me? I suddenly all happy, and I haven't even had any yet!

"Want some?" Mum asked.

I rolled my eyes, "Do you even have to ask? Of course I do!"

She handed me a mug filled with steaming hot coffee.

Ahh, your not a Nolan unless you love, good dark coffee.

I sipped the coffee carefully, making sure not to burn myself. I could feel Paul's eyes on me again; I peeked up at him through me fringe. The corners of his mouth pulled up into a smile. I turned my eyes to the coffee in my hands, suddenly very interested in the content of the mug.

Great, stalker boy is here. At my house. In my lounge. Drinking my coffee. Damn you stalker boy, you and your 'connections'.

I heard a car pull up outside, I leaped up and raced to the door. I swung the door open, startling Brad. I flung my arms around him, squeezing him tight. He chuckled in my ear.

"What's all this about, huh?" He asked curiously.

I leaned close to his ear; "Stalker boy is still here."

"Ah, I see." He said nodding understandingly. He wrapped his arm around my waist, keeping his grip firm as he lead me inside. He flopped down into the armchair, pulling me onto his lap. I giggled. I glanced up at Paul, to see him clenching his fists, and twitching. He looked almost as if the edges of his body were turning into a blur. I squinted at him curiously.

Brad looked at him, "What's wrong with you stalker boy?"

Paul clicked his knuckles, "More like what's wrong with you, or what will be once I've finished with you." He said through gritted teeth.

I stared at him in shock, before I got up and crossed the room.

"Did you just threaten my boyfriend?" I asked furiously.

He glared at Brad, ignoring me. I raised my hand, and slapped his cheek. The sound echoed through the now silent house. Paul looked at me, seemingly unaffected.

"Get out of my house!" I shrieked.

He blinked several times, "But, I. He... He's cheating on you!" He blurted out.

I stared at him in utter horror, looking back to Brad. He couldn't look me in the eye. I felt hot tears slipping down my cheeks.

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