A/N: I want to include that I am only doing those dance scenes because Dawn's audition is coming up pretty soon, and plus you guys already know that she's loved dancing her whole life. I won't focus too much on the dance scenes though because this story is not about dancing, it's about Paul feeling like she doesn't love him. But for now, there will be dance scenes… but in this chapter there is no dance scenes at all.

Orange symbolizes stress and the state of wanting something.

Giselle stared at Paul as he slept with no shirt on, his phone laying on top of his chest. He looked pretty cute when he slept, Giselle had to admit that. She let her finger slide down Paul's chest slowly, careful not to wake him up. He was snoring pretty loudly, which was really starting to annoy her.

She looked at him sleeping for a little while longer before grabbing his phone from his chest and slamming it down on his chest, now waking him up. Paul's eyes immediately snapped open and she stared at him with an innocent look. "Morning," she breathed, now climbing over him as she sat on top of him.

Paul closed his eyes again and then reopened them, letting out a soft tired yawn. "Morning," he grumbled as his look now hardened on her.

"So, how's everything going with you and Dawn?" Giselle let her arms drop to each side of him.

"I told you I want you out of my problems." He snarled.

"Too bad I'm a slow listener," she sighed, burying one hand into her hair. "Now let me guess…" she trailed off, thinking of what might be Paul's current problem. "You were with her last night?"

Paul rolled his eyes as he breathed out a sigh. "Get off of me."

"What were you doing with her last night?" Giselle raised her eyebrow. "Having sex or something?"

"No. And for your information, I can do whatever the hell I want." Paul snapped, becoming annoyed as he remembered last night's previous events. "… We could've done it, but—"

"She shot you down?" Giselle raised her eyebrow.

"I shot her down." Paul answered, his eyes still hard on hers.

Giselle made a face at that comment. By noticing her face change, Paul knew she was about to say something that was going to piss him off. "I just didn't feel right about it." He added.

"So you're telling me that you had to chance to fuck her and you didn't?" Giselle chuckled lightly. "Wow, talk about pathetic."

Paul's face fell flat.

By that being said, Paul let his hand fall on the side of her arm as he pushed her off of him and off the bed, her body landing towards the floor along with a loud thud.

He immediately heard her groan angrily, but he could honestly care less.

Paul began to look through his phone as he heard her cursing at him from under her breath as she got back up on her feet. "You are really starting to piss me the hell off, Paul." Giselle said angrily.

Paul kept his eyes on his phone, not really caring about how she felt. "That makes the two of us."

Giselle groaned loudly as she got back up on her feet, fixing herself after being thrown to the floor. She looked back over at him and saw that he had still been looking down at his phone, she crossed her arms over her chest. "You do realize you might've screwed it up for you and her right?"

"I don't care," he mumbled.

"You should." Giselle said, "No girl likes to be turned down, especially when it comes to sex."

Paul breathed in angrily before breathing out air from his nose. He snapped his eyes on her. "I wouldn't talk. You're not exactly in a perfect relationship either."

"I told you, I don't do romance." She responded.

"Oh yeah," Paul got up from the bed and brushed passed her, putting on a grey shirt. "You fuck," he continued. "I get it," he rolled his eyes, grabbing his phone again.

Giselle glared at him, her arms still crossed over her chest. "So what are you going to do with your new problem then?"

Paul's back was facing her, his eyes still on his phone as he thought of what he was going to do. "I just need space." It was true, he really did need space. But the thing is, is Dawn willing to give him space? Paul hadn't known and he wasn't even sure that her feelings for him are even strong enough to care about space.

The basketball flew through the basket as Ash hung onto the edges of the basket, his body hanging above the ground. Gary laughed at his friend as he caught the ball in his hands.

Ash was breathing heavily as he rocked his body back and forth before letting free of the basket and falling back to the ground.

"Always flying man," Gary laughed, running a hand through his sweaty hair. His gray shirt was pressed against his chest, revealing his muscular toned body along with the sweat stains all over his shirt. Ash looked the same way, but with a white shirt on and red basketball shorts with Nike footwear.

Gary began to dribble the ball as he got in position to play again. "So what's the deal with you and miss señorita?" Ash soon fell into position in front of Gary, hearing his question, but not letting himself become too interested in that question to be distracted. "What, Giselle?"

"Who else would I be talking about?" Gary smirked as he ran past Ash, dribbling the ball at the same time as he started heading toward the basket. Ash caught up to him, his body in front of Gary's and his arm out to block Gary from shooting at the basket.

Gary turned his body around as he began running in the opposite direction, still dribbling the ball. Ash followed him and tried to steal the ball, but before he could, Gary made a quick spin before raising his arms high above his head and threw the ball into the basket.

"She still won't go out with me," Ash sighed tiredly, taking a breath of air after trying to steal the ball from Gary. Gary took a small breather and picked up his water bottle that was sitting on a table right beside the basketball court outside from Ash's house.

The two boys let the ball bounce along the concrete, not bothering to even pick it up because of how tired they were.

Gary chugged down a large amount of water to the point that the water bottle began to scrunch up, as if the life had been sucked out of it. Gary placed the now empty scrunched up plastic water bottle on top of the table before grabbing his small rag he had on the table and placing it against his forehead.

"She's playing hard to get," Gary assumed, trying to dry off his sweat with his rag.

Ash grabbed his own water and chugged down a lot of it, but he didn't drink it till it got empty, he made sure to leave some for later. "No, she just doesn't want to do anything romantic." Ash put his bottle back down on the table as he tried to figure the girl out. "She's like so confusing. She hates romance, but yet she went out with me that one day when I took her bowling."

"That was probably because she was trying to get inside your pants." Gary dropped his rag back down on the table.

"No!" Ash retorted, but then he remembered she had tried to have sex with him that night. "Well…" Gary raised his eyebrows when he realized Ash was just about to change his mind. "She did try to have sex with me in my car…"

Gary laughed as he shook his head. "I seriously think you should let her go. She's obviously all into sex and shit and you're not that type of guy."

"I know," Ash sighed, not knowing what else to think. "But I think I can change her."

Gary scoffed, "Don't," Gary walked past his friend as he went towards the court and grabbed the basketball in his hands. One thing about Gary is that he knows Ash too well and he knows what's good for him and what isn't. From what he's been hearing, that girl is no good and is way out of his league.

Ash heard as Gary said this, watching as he turned around, beginning to dribble the ball slowly at his side. Ash slowly walked back onto the court, standing in front of Gary. Gary began to get in position again, but Ash really wanted to know what Gary meant by that comment. "Why can't I change her?"

Before Gary began to dribble the ball again, he let out a small sigh before answering his best friend's question. "She doesn't want to be saved. So don't save her Ash," With that being said, Gary turned away from his original position and threw the ball high above his head as it went straight into the basket.

Ash watched as the ball went in, registering those words. He looked toward the ground, not knowing what to do now. He cared about her too much to not change her, but then again is it possible to change someone who doesn't want to be changed? Ash looked at Gary and saw he was walking back to over to him. "You used to be so crazy about Misty and she was a good girl for you."

Ash blinked after hearing that comment. He hasn't mentioned her in such a long time and the simple fact that his best friend brought her up made him feel uneasy on the inside. Ash frowned. "Yeah, but… I don't see her anymore." Ash's thoughts began to drift off to his ex-girlfriend. Misty was his first love and she was the only girl he truly cared about. When he left to Sinnoh to continue high school and working toward his basketball career, a lot changed. Misty couldn't take the long distance so she decided to break up with him.

"I get it and I feel like you should move on, but to a girl like Giselle? I think that's the worst girl to ever move on to. I mean come on, the girl doesn't even respect herself." Gary told him. "So do me a favor Ash, let her go."

Ash was at loss for words, not knowing what to tell Gary.

"I'm serious, Ash." Gary got all serious now. "I feel like she's no good for you. You deserve better than that,"

"Alright," Ash said, not knowing what else to say.

"So are you going to let her go?" Gary raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah," Ash lied.

"You better not be lying to me Ash." Gary noticed with his answer that he was obviously lying.

"I'm not," Ash turned his body to go get his water bottle again.

Gary watched as he did, not sure if Ash is really going to stay away from that girl. He shook his head and went to get the basketball again, trying to avoid the stress that was now entering inside his body.

Ash couldn't even think right now. He missed Misty so much, so much to the point that he wanted to break down. But every time he thought about her, he felt so weak and he didn't want to feel that anymore. He just wanted to move on. Yeah, Giselle may seem like she's not his type at all, but there was just something about her that Ash couldn't seem to stay away from. Ever since she entered his life, his thoughts about Misty kept going to a minimum and he liked that because it was like she was helping him in a way, as if she was helping him get over her.

Ash lied to Gary; he can't stay away from Giselle, it's impossible. He knew there was so much more to her behind that wild personality of hers and he was determined to find out what it was.

Two days left until the day of her audition and he knew that she was struggling without him. She may have practiced some dances with Ash, but the dances she does with him will never match his.

Paul leaned his back against the door of his car, smoke leaving from his mouth and floating along the air. It had been very dark outside and slightly cold, but not too cold. The street lights had been on, and he was currently looking at the park within the city, seeing that nobody had been there, only but a few people.

Many cars went passed him, along with people who like to stay out late. But Paul wanted to lean against his car and just think about life and everything that was happening.

Paul held his blunt in between his index and middle finger, blowing out more smoke from his mouth. He looked down at the floor, keeping his eyes on the floor for a short moment.

"Regulators. We regulate any stealing of his property and we're damn good too. But you can't be any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep!"

He hadn't realized it until now that he had been through so much shit in his life. Him and his brother Reggie, fighting through life together. Paul thought his life was over when his parents had died, but Reggie proved to him that it wasn't and then he met Dawn, the first girl he truly fell in love with. All the other girls that ever came into his life was never taken seriously. He had the same mentality as Giselle at the time, but when he met Dawn, she changed everything for him.

Just thinking of Dawn and everything they've been through together really made him feel horrible on the inside. His love for her was unconditional and it'll always be that way till the day he dies.

"Just hit the Eastside of the LBC on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of girls, ain't no need to tweak, all you skirts know what's up with 213."

Dawn must've been really hurt about him walking out on her, rejecting her, but he sort of felt like she was using him in that moment. To him, she must've realized she hurt him very much when she said she didn't trust him with her body, so she wanted to make him happy and try to prove him wrong. But Paul didn't appreciate that at all. If he was going to have sex with her for the first time, he was going to have it the right way, not in some freaking dance room.

He knew how much her virginity meant to her and he knew that she wanted to have it with him somewhere nice and romantic, so he wasn't going to ruin that for her.

Paul placed the blunt against his lips as he inhaled a large amount of smoke before letting the smoke rush out into the cold night air.

He listened as the people were talking and hanging out around the park while playing music; he also listened as cars drove from here and there.

Paul let the back of his head rest on the door of his car once more as he closed his eyes, dropping his hand with his blunt down at his side again, his blunt hanging in between his middle and index fingers.

He just wanted to smoke all night and not give a fuck about anything, and that's exactly what he did for the rest of the night.

Taking another long breath of air, Ash ran a hand through his damp hair due to all the sweat he formed that day. He spent the whole day playing basketball and running miles with Gary around the city. In order to be the best of the best, you have to work for it and you have to work hard. What Ash always hated about that simple fact that he was always so tired after putting in a lot of effort.

It was currently 1 am, going on 2, and Ash walked inside his big house—he lived in one of the city's row houses which was colored burgundy—and closed the door shut behind him, placing his basketball on top of his dresser.

He went straight for the bathroom as he switched the light on and took a look at himself in the mirror. He looked a hot mess and he needed a shower right away. Sighing, he exited the bathroom and soon spotted Giselle sitting at the corner of his bed with one leg over the other.

Ash dropped his arm back to his side, surprised to see her at his house, and at a late time too. "Giselle?"

She looked at him for a long moment before finally speaking. "Hey, Pretty Boy."

"What are you doing here?" He asked her. "How'd you know where I live?"

"I know people who know people," She mumbled, "And your mother was kind enough to let me wait for you to get home."

"Oh," Ash said, still wondering why she was there in the first place. He slowly walked over to his dresser to find himself a pair of clothes, but he was still stuck on the fact that she was in his room and inside his house.

Giselle stared at him, tilting her head slightly to the side. "I came here to say goodbye."

Ash looked up as soon as she said that, turning his head over to her. "You're leaving?" He asked her, a bit shocked.

"I know how you feel about me, but I'm not a good person for you." Giselle slowly got up on her feet.

Ash furrowed his eyebrows together, confused about all of this. He liked her way too much and to have her randomly come by his house to tell him that she isn't the one for him really bothered him. Ash couldn't just let her go, he was way too hooked on her. "You're perfect," was all he could say.

Giselle smiled slightly at his comment and chuckled lightly. "I'd like to believe that." She slowly took a small step closer to him in her heels.

Ash watched as she slowly approached him and she let her left palm fall on the side of his face and hair. "You're a jock. A lot of girls would kill to be with someone like you. I'm nothing special." She smiled softly at him and slowly let her palm fall to her side.

Giselle nodded her head in goodbye as she tried to brush past him, but he stopped her from doing so. Giselle looked down at her arm, seeing as he grabbed her and then looked up in his eyes. What was he doing?

Instantly, Ash pressed his lips onto hers, quickly surprising the brunette. But that didn't stop her from kissing him back.

When Ash tried to kiss her more, she pulled back, not letting it get any further.

Giselle stared at him and he stared at her too and after a long moment of silence that seemed to go almost forever, Giselle walked up to him and pushed him hard in his chest as he fell on his back along his bed. Ash was taken aback as he felt her climb over him and her mouth being smashed onto his, her hair falling over his face.

Their mouths tackled each other aggressively as she moaned against his mouth. She was beginning to pull up his shirt before getting it off of him. Ash didn't know what he was doing, he held her tightly against him as he picked her up and started holding her against him as she made out with him. He placed her body on top of his dresser as she pulled his face closer to her with her arms, his face falling to the flesh of her skin, against her breasts. He found himself slowly pulling on her spaghetti strap tank top while she moaned lightly, her hands digging into his wet and sweaty hair.

But Ash soon realized what he was doing. He wasn't this kind of person and he wasn't ready to have sex with her. At least, not now.

Ash paused, his lips resting against the side of her cheek. "Wait, wait." He called out of breath.

Giselle opened her eyes, hearing that comment. And just like that, her whole mood changed. Instantly, she pushed him in the chest off of her hard with her hand, an annoyed look now present on her face when Ash separated from her body.

Ash realized he had pissed her off with the look she had, but he couldn't let this moment go on any further.

"I have something to say first."

Giselle kept that look on her face, deciding to remain silent and hear what he has to say.

"If we could just take things slow, like maybe form a close friendship first and then turn it into a relationship, something good could happen." Ash told her. "I will show you what it's like to be with someone that is not about sex. I will show you what it's like to be loved."

Giselle slowly got back down on her feet, pulling her tank top back up since her cheetah print bra was out after having that heated session with him. She listened to those last words and became really upset. "I don't think you get it when I say I don't do relationships. Relationships are a complete waste of my time, just like you." She said angrily, "I'm the complete opposite from you. I just want to fuck because hell, I just feel like fucking, alright? I don't want nothing else and since you obviously do not want that, then why should I continue wasting my time with someone like you?"

"Why do you hate relationships so much?" Ash began to get upset too. "I don't get it, you're so freaking confusing."

"That's none of your concern," She spat.

"It just doesn't make any sense to me. What do you even get out of sex? I get that it feels amazing, but if you really think about it, that amazing feeling only lasts for a few seconds. But being in a relationship with someone, especially if you have really strong feelings for them—that feeling lasts for more than that." Ash told her.

Giselle scoffed, rolling her eyes. "And apparently almost every guy in this world chooses sex over relationships anyway. So what is your point?"

"My point is that just because you've may have been involved with guys that's all about sex, doesn't mean that I am." Ash watched as her face began to soften up a bit. He took a step closer to her. "I don't know what it is that makes you hate relationships so much, but you need to understand that not all guys are like that. I'm not like that."

Giselle stared at him for a little while longer as she listened to those words. She was just so angry at him and she just didn't understand him at all. Why was he so different compared to all the other guys she has put up with? What is it that Dawn likes about him so much?

She quickly tore her eyes off of him. "Do me a favor, stop trying to change me." She snapped before heading for his room door. With that, she left his room and Ash didn't even bother trying to stop her from doing so.

Ash shook his head as he headed towards his bathroom.

Giselle was so stubborn and she obviously has no idea what she is doing to herself, but then again maybe Gary could be right. Maybe she really doesn't want to be saved.

A/N: I personally love Ash. He is such a good guy, and I know many of you don't like the fact that he even cares about Giselle, but the only reason he cares so much about her is because he feels that there is more to her story and that she's really not who she turns out to be. He believes that she really isn't a hoe, like how she expresses herself as and he wants to figure out why she became the way she did. He basically wants to help her and find out what exactly was it that made her into that kind of person.

Songs used in this chapter: Regulaters by Warren G ft. Nate Dogg

Review and let me know how you guys feel about Dawn and Paul's drama and also Ash and Giselle's drama!

Also, would you guys like it if I update every week? I update every two weeks, but idk.. its up to you guys. (: