(((Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey guys, how are you? I am feeling rather chirpy at the moment it may have something to do with... Wait no I don't know why I'm feeling chirpy, I had School. I must ponder these thoughts... :S Any hoo Thanks to emzies, Lady Lunar, Count-of-stars and .4life. you guys rock! So here's the next chapter! Yay!)))

I turned on the computer to check my emails, but I still couldn't shake the dream I'd just had. Sure, dreaming about my loved ones is kind of expected, but Paul. My friend of how many days? And why was he the only one that didn't fade away? I opened my inbox, sighing as I saw the hoards of emails I had to read. I scanned through them. Selecting the few from my friends back home, they consisted of the usual meaningless babble, and lots of I miss you's. I smiled, and wrote my reply. My phone buzzed telling me it was time to get ready for School. I tied my hair into a ponytail, in effort to not look quite so drowned in the storm Mother Nature was brewing. I didn't bother with make up, reasoning that the rain would effectively make me look like a panda. I shoved my things into my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I heard Mum signing as she made herself a cup of tea.

"Your cheerful this morning," I said.

She smiled, "I've been invited for a ladies night out by Emily, and some of the other ladies from around town."

"Cool," I said shoving an apple in my mouth.

"And what are your plans for this afternoon?"

I swallowed before answering, "Dunno. Homework, might go catch up with the girls if they're not too busy."

She raised her brows, "No Paul then?"

"Nope, why?"

"Oh, you've just been spending a lot of time with him I guess." She said, trying to sound casual.

"Okay, Mum. Whatever ideas you have been thinking up about me and Paul, can go out the window right now. You can be just friends with a guy! Gah, why don't people get that? This is just like with my friend's back home. You have some weird idea that male and female can't be friends without having some kind of crush on each other."

I folded my arms over my chest, daring her to contradict me. She just smiled and took her tea to the lounge.

Ugh, she's getting worse every second! What is wrong with the world, you can't even have friends without someone suspecting that you're dating, or that you're 'friends with benefits!' Stupid sick perverted world!

I put my leather jacket on, shoving my keys into the pocket. The rain was getting heavier, and by the looks of things the wind had the same agenda. I sighed, leaving my umbrella in the hallway. I would not let the wind destroy yet another umbrella. I put my boots on and braced myself for the rain, I groaned as I opened the door and the rain got even heavier. I ran to my truck, opening the door and climbing in as fast as humanly possible. I cranked up the heater, and started the engine. I pulled out more carefully than usual, the rain making it hard to see. I drove slowly to school, hoping that I wouldn't be late, but preferring the fact that I would get there in one piece. I pulled into the school parking lot, finding that all the parks close to the buildings had already been taken.

"Ugh, bitch!" I muttered.

I finally found a park, which happened to be the one at the very end of the parking lot. I cut the engine, cringing at the feat ahead of me. I slammed the door and began running toward the entrance. The puddles splashed up my legs, soaking my jeans. I'd almost reached the door when I slipped, falling to the ground in the middle of a huge puddle. I winced as I got up, the water dripped from my clothes. I carefully wiped the gravel out of my grazed hands. Footsteps thudded toward me; I looked up to see Paul running in my direction. I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"God, Wai. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm just great. Cause I loved being drenched, and having my hands grazed." I said sarcastically.

He put his hand under my chin, "Seriously. Are you okay?"

I sighed, "Yes. I'm fine, embarrassed but fine."

"Okay then, let's get out of the rain."

We walked inside, not bothering to run now that we were both soaked. At least I didn't wear make up or I'd look even more like a disaster.

I shivered, feeling the cold begin to seep into my bones. Paul opened his locker, pulling out a hoodie. He handed it to me.

"Don't you need it?"

"Nah, I'll be fine."

"Well I'm going to go the restroom to see what the damage is."

He chuckled, "No damage. You look hot with your clothes sticking to you."

I glared at him, and swatted his arm. "You're a perve!"

"Hey, you can't say you haven't perved at me before!" He protested.

I stuck my nose up, "Your point?"

He smirked, "If you're allowed to perve, then I am too."

I wrinkled my nose, "Point taken."

He laughed, as I walked away.

I ducked into the restroom, and looked at myself in the wide mirror.

"Why does this happen to me?" I moaned.

My shirt was dripping, and my jeans looked like they had been glued to my ass.

I took off my jacket and shirt, stripping down to just my singlet and jeans.

I pulled Paul's hoodie over my head. It was huge on me, but it was damn comfortable. I turned, and examined myself in the mirror again. It looked all right, and at least now I wouldn't be leaving a trail of water where ever I go. My ponytail hung limp down my back; I wrung the water out. Pulling it out of my hairband. I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking it up in hope that it would improve my appearance if even only slightly. I sighed, accepting that I was just going to look like crap today and emerged from the restroom.

I headed to my locker, finding Shayna and Jazz waiting for me. They smiled at me.

"Hey Wai," Jazz said.

"Hey." I smiled back at them.

"So, uh... We heard about what happened with Brad."

"Oh," I said flatly. Hoping this wasn't going to be one of those 'we can't be friends anymore' speeches.

"We are so sorry, Wai." Shayna said.

"If we'd of know we would have given him a tune up," Jazz said.

I smiled, "Aw thanks guys."

"So we're okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Definitely."

I hugged them both.

"Oh, God. Wai, you're wet!" Shayna complained.

I laughed, "Yeah I kinda fell over."

They grinned, "Again?"

I nodded.

"Hey, who's jersey are you wearing?"

"Oh, um it's Paul's."

They squealed with excitement. I swatted their arms.

"There is nothing going on! Okay?"

Shayna smirked, "Suuuuuure there isn't. What ever you say."

I rolled my eyes, "C'mon let's get to class."

I sat down at our table, preparing to be bombarded with questions.

"Spill!" Shayna demanded.

I bulged my eyes at them; "There's nothing to tell."

Jazz threw a french fry at me, "Guys don't just give away their jerseys! Especially in this weather!"

I glared at them.

"Tell us, you know you want to!" Shayna practically sang.

I rolled my eyes, "Fine. I'll tell you, but it's not that interesting."

Jazz scoffed, "He's probably the hottest guy in School, trust me it's a big deal."

"Well, we're friends. And he may, possibly have a thing for me."

They squealed excitedly, "I knew it!" Jazz said.

Shayna leaned toward me, "And you feel the same?" She asked curiously.

"I don't know!" I whined.

"Well hurry up and decide, cause if you don't want him, I do!"

"Nope, you can't have him, I don't know how I feel about him. But you still can't have him, just in case I change my mind."

Jazz grinned, "Oooooooooh, Wai's got it baaaaaaaaaaad!" She teased.

"Oh my gosh! Shut up guys!" I complained.

I glanced at the table where Paul usually sat, he wasn't there.

Huh, maybe he's skipping. I wouldn't be surprised.

"He can't be that interested, he's not even here." I said motioning to his table.

"Oh, mysterious! I bet he's trying to make sure he stays on your mind! Like on the Rocawear add, and it's like 'rule number 99, always stay on her mind'!" She exclaimed.

I shook my head at her, "Your insane."

She smiled, "Thank you!"

The bell rang and we all filed our way out of the cafeteria, making our way morbidly back to our next torture session. It really would be torture, Miss Collins was an evil dictator. English was no longer fun, any and all creativity was bashed out of you the second you set foot in her classroom. I sighed and took my seat; I placed my books on the desk and put my sketchpad under it so I could draw when she wasn't watching. She began her lecture on Macbeth, which probably would have been interesting if it was any other teacher other than her. I began sketching a face, after adding facial features it began to startlingly resemble Paul. I decided to go with it, he was a rather good candidate to draw. Although it would help if he was here so I could get it right, but that would be weird any way. I tuned out Miss Collins pesky voice, and concentrated on my drawing. I heard someone clear their throat, I looked up to see Miss Collins glaring down at me just inches from my face.

"Care to share Miss Nolan?" She hissed.

"Um, no. If I wanted to share I would have said so."

She glared at me, "I'll have none of your back chat! Hand it over."

I shoved the sketching pad toward her, she examined it for a few moments. Before picking it up and showing it to the class.

"It seems that Miss Nolan, has a wee obsession with Paul Walker."

Some of the students snickered, but most stayed silent, almost as if they had been stunned.

"Thanks Miss, I really appreciate that." I said sarcastically.

"Quiet!" She demanded.

I ignored her command "Miss, have you ever wonder why no one likes you?"

She glared at me, "Detention Miss Nolan."

"Cool, then I can tell them what a crap teacher you are."

The erupted with laughter.

I smirked, "Miss Nolan, I am this close to calling your parents!" She threatened.

I tilted my head, "While your at it, can you ask her what's for dinner?"

Miss Collins was fuming; she stormed out of the room. I knew I would get into trouble for this, but I was well and truly sick of that woman.

"You're a really good drawer," a girl across the room said.

"Thanks," I said smiling at her.

"Damn, girl. You don't know how long I've wanted to do that!" Cory said.

"Well, someone had to!"

The room filled with chatter, and I was thanked several times for 'bringing the bitch down.'

I smiled, feeling sufficiently pleased with myself.

(((So what did you think? Isn't she bad ass! Any way explanation for her random act of awesomeness, I have a new leather jacket and I'm feeling pretty bad ass myself! So I couldn't help it =D Well I hope you liked it and please review, I know your reading it! You can't hide from my traffic count! lol)))