I am not Stephanie Meyer, I own nothing except Michelle and her dad... oh and Jesse who you'll see in this chapter!

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MICHELLE'S POV

Paul was late picking me up today. I glared at my watch and considered just walking in the rain, when he slowly pulled up in front of my house. He got out of the car and met me on the porch.

"Hey P-"

"Do you feel okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah?"

"Are you sure? You're definitely sick today," he said.

"Paul, I'm fine. But we're going to be late if we don't-"

"No Michelle. You're sick and you're going to stay home for the day," he said sternly.

"What's the problem?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"You don't have to go to school today. You should be happy!"

"Well, I have a huge English test that I can't miss so, please just take me to school or I'll walk," I pleaded.

He sighed loudly but got back into the truck. I smiled at him and we drove to school. Slower than yesterday. And again, he locked the doors.

"Paul, come on, just let me out," I groaned.

He sighed again and unlocked the doors. He was close behind me as I walked into the school.

"What is it Paul, punch the freshman in the face day?" I asked sarcastically.

"Worse," he growled.

I went to turn around to look at him, but someone grabbed my face and kissed me, full on the lips. I stared in shock.

"Kiss the freshmen day," he moaned.

I started laughing, "This is what you were so worried about?"

He nodded, glaring at another kid who was approaching me. He turned around and sped away.

"Paul, you're overreacting. It's not like I've never been kissed," I said.

"Who?" he growled.

"Bobby Preacher. In the second grade. He dared me to do it," I giggled.

"Doesn't count."

"If that doesn't count, then neither does the one I just had," I said before stalking off to my locker.

I felt bad for Paul. It must be hard seeing your soul-mate getting kissed by a bunch of guys, but this was just a fun day, right? But then again, me being the new girl and everything got me a whole lot more attention, which meant a whole lot more kisses.

"Jeez, who picks these days?" growled Embry.

Paul had to leave the school twice so that he wouldn't phase in front of everyone. I was trying very hard not to get kissed, but if someone just grabs your face and then runs away, it's kind of hard to resist on time.

"Definitely not the teachers. I think it's a student thing and the teachers just go along with it for amusement," mused Kim.

"I'm so glad you're not a freshman," said Jared, just as Paul was coming back from outside in a new pair of shorts.

He sat down at our table in the cafeteria, "Eat," he said sternly to me.

I shoved a whole sandwich half into my mouth to prove a point. Everyone laughed at me, but Paul just rolled his eyes. Moody Judy. Just then, Seth sprinted up to the table and kissed me on the cheek. He sat down next to me, ignoring Paul's daggers. I just rolled my eyes and smiled lovingly at Paul, which seemed to calm him down.

"What man? I need to participate in these school activities," joked Seth.

"Watch it dude," warned Paul.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed.

"Come on man. Would you rather it be kick the freshmen day?" asked Jacob.

"No. I'd rather it not be Spirit Week at all," he growled.

"Whoa dude. That's not spiritful at all," Embry laughed.

"Really Paul?" asked Kim, "Like you weren't taking every chance you got to kiss the hottest freshmen last year?"

"It's different now," he glared at her and Jared glared at him.

"She's just trying to have fun. She deserves to get kissed as many times as she wants on kiss the freshman day," said Quil.

Paul turned his gaze towards me. I was just staring at everyone, amused.

"Do you want to get kissed?" he asked.

"Eh," I shrugged.

He slammed his fist down on the table.

"Calm down Paul. It's just a silly day. I'm just trying to have a fun filled Spirit Week," I giggled; anyone else would have been scared.

The truth was, I only wanted to be kissed by one person. I sighed. He would never kiss me. He's my best friend. I couldn't stop thinking about it the whole way home. Finally, I got the nerve to ask when we were on my porch.

"So Paul, it's kiss the freshman day and you never kissed me," I joked.

He looked startled.

"You know you want to kiss me," I said the same way I had yesterday.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously, but bent down and kissed me on the cheek. I folded my arms and glared at him.

"What?" he asked, amused.

"You are officially the loser of Spirit Week!" I cried throwing my hands up in the air.

"How?"

"You didn't participate in anything until now, and you kissed me on the cheek! You're competing with guys that kissed me full on the lips!"

He chuckled, "I didn't know you could lose in Spirit Week."

"Well you just did," I grumbled.

I was expecting him to laugh, but he just looked at me with a serious expression, "Do you want me to kiss you?" he whispered.

I felt myself nod as I stared into his intent eyes. He leaned forward slightly, licking his lips. I felt my heart beating rapidly. He was getting closer, an inch away from my face. I held my breath, but he froze.

"There's someone in the house," he whispered.

"What?"

"There's a person in your house!" he nearly yelled, standing up and running his hands through his hair, "And it's definitely not your father. They smell sweet almost, but in a bad way. But not vampire bad… like… drugs?"

I gasped and Paul got in front of me. He slowly opened the door and turned on the light. I peeked out from behind him to see Jesse, leaning against the wall with that smirk he always wore on his face.

"Well well well. Long time, no see," he said, "Sis."

Mmhmm, cliffhanger. Sorry, but if you want to find out about Jesse, REVIEW!