A/N: I love how everybody cannot stand Paul. I honestly can't stand him either, but I really wanted to write him based off how some guys are in this world sadly... I hate writing fairytales because to be honest, this world isn't perfect, a lot of messed up stuff happens every day, soo…. I am making this fic based off the real world. I personally feel like it's more interesting that way. (:

So there's officially 4 chapters left for this story! But these 4 chapters are long, sort of, but a lot of events happen. Hopefully you guys will enjoy the ride. (:

Now let's see… what happened last chapter? Oh yeah, Dawn kissed Ash… but does she go further? (; let's see what happens next!

Deep Crimson symbolizes shame.

Her first instinct was to kiss him and that's exactly what she did.

All the time, Paul kept accusing her of having feelings for Ash and it made her wonder if she actually did have feelings for him. She was so confused and so angry at that moment that she decided to kiss him, just to see if her feelings for him were true.

Dawn pressed her lips harder onto Ash's and surprisingly he kissed her back just as deeply as she was. She moved her lips with his in sync and slowly moved her body onto his lap, her chest pressing against his shirtless one. While kissing him, all she could think about is how much of a good kisser Ash is. She never once looked at Ash in a romantic way, but after kissing him, she could feel herself getting lost by the feel of his lips against hers.

As she continued to make out with him, thoughts of Paul kept coming into her head and she got angry all over again.

If Paul is having sex with Giselle, then why can't she and Ash do it? Paul doesn't care, so why should she?

Thinking these thoughts, Dawn started moving her hand down his chest until it reached his pants and she began to unbuckle his belt, but she felt Ash push her back, causing her to open her eyes and take a breath of air.

"Dawn," Ash gasped, looking at her with wide eyes.

She stared at him, her mouth open.

"What are you doing?" He asked her, a bit confused with her actions.

She stared at him for a while and then slowly let her eyes wander toward his bare chest.

She thought she would feel better when she kissed him and have attempted sex with him, but she didn't feel anything. She just felt worse. "I just…"

Her mind wandered off to Paul again and she began realizing why she did it again.

Ash stared at her, waiting for her to answer him.

"There's something that you should know." She whispered, slowly looking at him again.

"What?" He raised his eyebrow, now curious.

"Giselle isn't the girl you think she is…" Dawn started.

Ash furrowed his eyebrows together, becoming even more curious. "What do you mean?"

"She's sleeping with Paul." Dawn blurted out. "She told me. They've been fucking each other… and I think it started since I broke up with Paul… I also kind of got into a fight with her earlier at school today, if you didn't notice…"

Ash opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

His eyes moved down to the floor, not sure of how to react to this news.

"I kissed you because… I don't know. I'm just hurt okay,"

Ash shook his head. He felt betrayed.

All that stuff Giselle went through and then she ends up sleeping with Paul? Ash was beginning to believe she'll never change.

"That's messed up what he did to you." Ash mumbled, clenching his fist. "He accuses your loyalty for him and he ends up being the one who's not loyal to you."

Dawn frowned at this. "I know how you feel about Giselle, but she's really fucked up. She doesn't care, Ash… and neither does Paul."

Ash remained quiet and stared at the floor for a bit.

"I'm sorry…" Dawn trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

Ash grabbed his shirt and put it on, wincing slightly at the pain.

"Do you think we should… get back at them?" Dawn wondered, looking at him. He looked over at her with a questionable look.

"Like have sex, just like how they're doing?" She asked.

Ash stared at her for a long moment and shook his head, getting up and grabbing his ice pack again. "No," he answered. "You're my friend, Dawn. I don't look at you as anything else."

"I know, Ash. But don't you think we should do it?" She stared at him, not knowing what else to do. "I mean, they are… and they don't care about us."

Ash shook his head again. "What's that going to do? That isn't going to make us feel any better. And anyway, I don't feel comfortable using you Dawn. I'm not that kind of person."

Dawn frowned and watched as he walked slowly to her doorway.

"I just… I don't know what to do, Ash."

"I know, but us using each other isn't going to solve anything. I'm sorry, Dawn." Ash placed the ice pack on his forehead and left out of her room.

Dawn frowned slightly as she watched him leave.

He was most definitely right. Using him really wouldn't solve anything.

Days passed and it was getting closer and closer to Prom week.

Paul spent most of the time hooking up with Giselle. He looked at her as nothing else but a toy, and she didn't mind being his toy. But as days passed, he became bored of her and he was starting to get tired of fooling around with her.

First, he wanted her for self-pleasure and to get his mind off of Dawn, but now he was beginning to feel really shitty ever since Dawn confronted him about his behavior.

He remembered saying horrible things to her, something that he knew he couldn't take back. It made him realize how much he hurt her, especially after she told him that she hopes he'd die.

Paul frowned as he looked at his phone, staring at her Instagram. All the pictures she had of him and her were all deleted and that was enough to prove to him that she was very hurt and angry at him. He shook his head and placed his phone down.

Giselle had been putting on her clothes and gathering her things together. Paul looked over at her, watching as she put on her clothes.

"I think we should stop hooking up," Paul decided.

She paused for a moment and turned her head to look at him, her eyebrow raised. "You want to stop having the best sex of your life?"

Paul hardened his eyes on her slightly at that comment. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not that great at it."

Her mouth fell open at that comment and she shook her head, quickly pulling her pants up. "Then why did you keep coming to me whenever you felt horny?" She said, now upset.

Paul tore his eyes off of her and pulled his grey shirt on, his hair falling sloppily on his head. "Because you're always looking for sex."

"Are you calling me easy?" Giselle snapped her head at him, now finished with getting dressed. She had her arms folded beneath her chest.

He rolled his eyes at that comment. "Why do you sound so surprised? You always been that way."

"I am not easy." She responded, now serious.

Paul scoffed. "If you're not easy, then why do you keep throwing yourself at any guy for sex?"

She felt her jaw clench as he continued. "You said a million times that you hate romance, so you use sex for self-pleasure. That's being easy. As a matter of fact, that's being a whore."

"You are such a dick—!"

"I'm a dick because I'm telling the truth?" Paul laughed, now getting up. "See, that's what I don't get about you, Giselle. You act like a hoe all the time, but you hate it when you're being called one."

Giselle was about to open her mouth to say something, but Paul beat her to it. "If you don't want to be called a hoe, stop acting like one." He snapped. "It's fucking common sense."

He shook his head and brushed passed her, in no mood to deal with her stupidity.

"You don't get it!" She shrieked, now completely upset. "I've been through a lot, a lot of shit you don't know about!"

"Oh, save it." Paul rolled his eyes. "I really don't give a fuck about you and your pathetic sob story to back up why you are such a whore."

Giselle closed her lips shut as she saw him now turn around to face her. He saw her eyes darken on him, but he really didn't care. "Fine. Whatever. You're just pissed off because you screwed things up with Dawn." She now walked up to him, her face dangerously close to his face and her brown eyes hard on his onyx ones. "Well Newsflash Paul. I may be a whore, like you said. But I wasn't the one who started this whole thing. You came to me, remember? You kissed me. So now, who's the whore here?"

Paul felt his fist clench at his side as his jaw clenched too. His eyes darkened on her.

"Have fun suffering." She brushed past him and soon left out of his room.

"Hey, Paul." Reggie greeted, taking a seat next to Paul on the couch.

He had the television on, but he wasn't watching it, he was just staring at it as if in deep thought. Reggie wondered if he was still stressed out about Dawn.

"Still stressed out about Dawn?"

Paul licked his lips and kept his eyes on the television screen. "I made things worse."

Reggie raised his eyebrow. "What did you do?"

Paul remained silent for a while before speaking. "… I've been having sex with Giselle." He stated bluntly.

Reggie stared at his brother in surprise, a bit shocked that he would do something like that. "What?" he gasped. "I know you could be so careless about a lot of things Paul, but I didn't think you would do something like that."

Paul shrugged, sighing just a little. "I was mad about the break up thing. And I wanted to fuck and Giselle is the only girl that likes fucking, so I don't know… she was keeping me company."

Reggie sighed, shaking his head. Paul acted like his zodiac sign very well. He was a Gemini and carried most of the traits such as being very fickle and inconsistent.

"Does Dawn know?"

Paul nodded his head and brought his blunt up to his lips. Reggie waited for a moment and watched as his brother let smoke out into the air. "Yeah… she was really hurt and she told me to die."

Paul furrowed his eyebrows together as he remembered her words again.

"I hope you die."

Reggie frowned.

"I fucked up," Paul mumbled, licking his lips again. "I fucking… made things worse. And I honestly think that she'll never forgive me."

"Do you love her?"

Paul remained quiet, but Reggie already knew the answer to that. "If you love her, you need to fight for her." Reggie told him.

Paul sighed again. "But she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. I messed up everything."

"One thing I do know about her is that she really loves you, Paul. I mean, she truly loves you and she will forgive you. She's just hurting right now."

Paul frowned again and then looked over at his brother. "I hope you're right."

Ash couldn't stand it. She kept doing the same thing every time he saw her. She kept making out with plenty of guys, sucking their faces off every time he saw her, and he found himself getting angrier and angrier, especially since after finding out she's been sleeping with Paul.

"Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on, just keep on pressin' on. Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want."

He hardened his eyes on her, watching as she sucked off some random guys face. It was really pissing him off. If she doesn't like being treated as an easy kind of girl, then why is she even acting this way? It was really making him mad.

Ash took another sip of his vodka and slammed his glass down on the counter. He's had it. He is going to make her stop whether she liked it or not.

Ash got up on his feet and stormed his way over to her. He didn't think, he grabbed the guy she was making out with by the collar, pulling him away from her. "I need to have a talk with her." He demanded.

"Dude, we're kind of busy here." The guy said with an attitude as he tried to kiss Giselle again, but Ash grabbed him by the arm this time, his fist up and ready to punch the guy in the face.

Giselle stared at Ash, a bit confused about why he was so angry and ready to fight the guy she was making out with.

"I said, I need to talk to her." He spat, repeating himself.

The guy glared at Ash and shook his head. "Whatever man," he walked off and Ash watched as he left.

After seeing the guy leave off to find some other girl to flirt with, he locked his eyes on Giselle who seemed to look irritated.

"I'm getting sick and tired of you acting this way," he said in anger.

"And who are you to boss me around? I can do whatever the hell I want." She argued.

"God, you are such a hypocrite!" Ash snapped, causing her to raise her eyebrow at him. "You claim that Silas seems to be the problem for why you're the way you are, but really it's not his fucking problem."

Giselle stared at Ash, a bit surprised with his outburst. He never once cursed, at least not in front of her. He must have been very angry with her since he was now cursing at her. "Yeah, he posted those photos of you and made things change. But you keep allowing everyone to treat you like you're a fucking item. You decided to sleep around with every guy you see, you decided to let everyone harass you. So really, if you want to point fucking fingers, point it at you. Cause you're the problem. Not Silas."

Her lips trembled at his words and she felt her heart beginning to beat fast. She had never seen Ash this angry before and she had never felt so ashamed of herself until now.

"Really, Ash?" She stood in front of him, hardening her eyes on him now and trying her hardest to fight back the tears that she felt beginning to form in her eyes. "I thought you of all people actually cared about me."

"I do," Ash told her, anger still in his tone. "But I'm tired of trying to get through to you when all you care about is yourself and nothing else."

"That's not true…" Giselle whispered.

"Yes, it is." He spat. "I look fucking ridiculous trying to help you when all you do is do the same thing, all the damn time."

She felt her heart beginning to ache at his words.

"I lost my best friend because of you," he growled. "And my team? They all feel like I'm wasting my time on someone like you and honestly, I'm starting to feel like I am, 'cause you know what?"

Giselle felt tears beginning to blur in her eyes again and she did her best to blink them back, but instead they began to roll down her cheek.

Ash paused for a moment, seeing tears falling from her cheeks. Usually, he feels bad for making someone cry and is quick to fix it, but this time he didn't feel bad. This time he just had it with her, he was tired of feeling mistreated. "You're selfish, Giselle. You're very selfish and conceited. And you're also a bitch. I'm tired of wasting my time on someone who doesn't care about me or how I feel."

Giselle opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.

"No," he growled again, becoming even more upset. "I deserve someone who cares about me and appreciates everything that I do for them. You're very ungrateful for everything that I do for you, and I don't deserve someone like that."

Giselle felt her heart twisting as more tears fell from her eyes. She closed her mouth shut, not knowing what to say.

"Sky is the limit and you know that you can have what you want, be what you want, have what you want, be what you waaant…"

"If you want to continue being a whore, a slut, a bitch… then be my guest. Because I'm tired of trying to help you." Ash stared at her for one final time and shook his head, now turning around.

Her mouth fell slightly open and Giselle watched as he left her, taking in everything he had said all at once.

Ash just couldn't take it anymore. He just couldn't. She was hurting him and he was tired of feeling hurt. He knew he deserved someone so much better and every time he realized this, he realized how much he missed Misty even more.

"This is Dawn. Sorry, I can't make it to the phone right now, so leave a message."

The phone made a loud beep noise.

Paul sighed as he pulled his phone down from his ear.

He called her at least ten times that night and she hadn't answered not one of them. Paul wasn't really surprised that she wouldn't answer though. Why would she answer him after what he did?

Paul frowned, looking at the city before him.

He was currently sitting at the rooftop of his building, smoking away. Usually, he goes on the rooftop with Drew to smoke and to jump onto other buildings, but this time he just wanted to be up there by himself, in his own thoughts.

It was getting closer and closer to Prom night and Paul wondered if she still wanted to go with him.

Senior Prom meant a lot to him, only because she meant a lot to him. He always hated Prom—always looked at it like it was just another dance. But ever since Dawn came into his life, ever since he fell in love with her, it became important to him. He never went to any of the school's dances, but he felt that Prom, Senior Prom was important and he wanted Dawn to be his date.

Paul frowned again. He wondered that now he screwed things up, that maybe she wouldn't want to go with him anymore.

Sometimes he wished he didn't do the things he did. He was just upset, upset at the fact that she even wanted to have space. He knew he was wrong for accusing her of her loyalty to him, but he just felt like there was something about Ash that she'll always have a soft spot for. She may not realize what is it, but he certainly does.

He probably felt so intimidated by him because he knew that Ash has always been a good friend to Dawn. Ash has always been sort of like a best friend to her. But he didn't like that because he personally felt that he should be considered as Dawn's best friend, not Ash. Isn't a boyfriend also supposed to be your best friend?

Paul stared at the building in front of him, slowly bringing his cigarette up to his lips.

Paul just hated that she was able to feel comfortable with Ash, talking about anything with him. He found himself wishing that she could feel the same way whenever she talked with him—Not Ash, him.

The smoke soon escaped his lips and he breathed it out into the air, watching as it disappeared into the atmosphere.

Maybe he did have difficulty finding trust in her, but it was only because he's scared.

He's scared of losing her and this time he felt like he lost her for good.

"Woke up quick, at about noon just thought that I had to be in Compton soon. I gotta get drunk before the day begins, before my mother starts bitchin' about my friends."

Ash was really pissed off, like really pissed off.

After hearing the news about Paul and Giselle hooking up, he found this anger in him that he didn't even know he had. It's been a couple days since he's been trying to cope with this news, but after seeing Giselle that night, he needed to see Paul next.

All this time Paul kept doubting Dawn's love for him, assuming that she has feelings for him, not Paul, Ash. It really pissed him off because he knows how much she loves him and yet he does something that fucked up to her. Paul didn't deserve to be walking around like some saint. He needed to get a taste of his own medicine.

As Ash walked to Paul's building, he instantly spotted Paul walking down the street two blocks down from his building, and by this Ash immediately picked up the pace and walked over to the asshole.

"Cruisin' down the street in my 6,4. Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes. Went to the park to get the scoop, knuckleheads out there cold, shootin' some hoops."

Ash wanted to get back at Paul anyway for punching him that one day a long time ago and also trying to start a fight with him in the dance room with Dawn. If Paul wants to fight him that much, then Ash personally thought that tonight should be their official fight.

"Hey!" He shouted angrily.

Paul raised his eyebrow at Ash and Ash was quick to notice his facial change because he had a plain look until it turned into a more serious one after he realized who had been the one calling for him.

"What do you want?" Paul growled, in no mood to speak with the basketball player at all.

"I want to fight you." Ash shouted, standing directly in front of him, showing no fear in his face.

Paul stared at the basketball player in front of him and chuckled lightly at that comment. "Well that's pathetic because you know I can fuck you up easily. I left you a fucked up nose the last time, if you forgot."

"That's because you caught me off guard." Ash shot back. "But that's beside the point. I want to fight you here and now. We'll see who's a better fighter this time."

Paul rolled his eyes and tried to brush past Ash. "Go home," he said in annoyance.

"What, so you're a punk now?" Ash spoke up, stopping Paul from walking away from him.

Paul shot a hard glare at Ash.

"Come on, fight me."

"Why?" Paul asked in annoyance. It was weird to Paul seeing Ash suddenly wanting to fight him. Paul personally wouldn't mind fighting Ash because he simply hated the guy, but he did find it strange how Ash suddenly wanted to fight him out of nowhere.

"Because you always had a problem with me from the start." Ash pointed out. "You always believed Dawn has feelings for me right, so why not fight me now? A real fight this time."

Paul laughed. "What, you found out that I've been fucking Giselle?"

Paul could tell that he got Ash even angrier and he laughed at the sudden rage that was forming inside of the basketball player. "Honestly, I don't even know why you have feelings for her. She isn't your type and she really doesn't give a shit about you."

Angrily, Ash pushed Paul aggressively hard in the chest and that ticked off Paul, causing Paul to get even serious again.

He adjusted himself and stood in front of Ash. "You really wanna do this right now?" he growled.

Ash hardened his look on Paul. "You fucked Giselle and you broke Dawn's heart, so yeah, I want to do this right now."

Since Paul wasn't going to make a move, Ash decided to and he threw a hard punch at Paul's face with his right fist.

"Down on B's is the place to give me the pace, he said ma man J.D. is on freebase. The boy J.D. was a friend of mine, 'till I caught him in my car tryin' to steal the alpine."

The impact on the hit left Paul bleeding in his mouth and this was enough to get him pumped up. After Paul regained his composure, he threw a punch towards Ash too and this time ten times harder than the punch Ash gave him. Ash's face jerked to his right and he almost fell toward the ground, but he caught his balance.

That punch Paul threw at him was very hard and he almost felt like he fainted, but Ash quickly caught sight of Paul again and he felt Paul grab him by his collar and slammed him onto a car's driver door, his back leaning hard against the door and his back nearly breaking the glass. Paul gripped Ash's collar hard and threw another punch at Ash's face, lots of blood leaving his face as well. When Paul pushed Ash back even further, Ash's elbow slammed into the blind spot mirrors and glass pieces fell towards the floor.

As Ash purposely kept taking the hits, he kept trying to figure out where to catch Paul off guard. He never really fought much with anyone, besides Gary, but it wasn't like he didn't deserve to get his ass beat by Gary because he did. With all force, he pushed Paul off of him and then threw a punch at his face again. "That's for sleeping with Giselle!" He yelled angrily and then grabbed Paul by his collar and threw another punch at his face again. "And that's for breaking Dawn's heart!"

"'Cause the boy's in the hood are always hard, you come talkin' that trash, well pull ya card. Knowin' nothing in life, but to be legit, don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit."

Paul was surprised by how strong Ash was. He always looked at Ash as a weakling, but to his surprise, Paul actually liked that Ash was beginning to step up his game. As Paul was leaning down, he could feel his nose bleeding and also blood falling from his mouth. He wiped his nose with his arm and then slowly brought his thumb up to his mouth and wiped off the blood that was leaving from his mouth. "You got a lot of guts," he said harshly.

"Well I'm not no punk, I can tell you that." Ash breathed, his fist balled up tightly at his side. He didn't want to fight Paul for fun, he wanted to fight Paul because he felt like Paul needed to be taught a lesson.

"Bored as hell and I wanna get ill, so I went to a spot where my homeboy's chill. The fellas out there makin' that dollar, I pulled up in ma 6,4 impala."

When Paul straightened his body up, he licked the leftover blood that was on his bottom lip and then he grabbed Ash. This time he threw his body on top of someone's car, Ash's weight cracking the window shield a lot. Paul pressed Ash tightly against the car and while holding him there, Paul threw non-stop punches at Ash's face. It was like he blacked out.

Ash was surprised that Paul even came at him harder by even throwing him on top of somebody's car. That was one hell of a bold move, but that didn't stop them from fighting one another. Ash sent his knee at Paul's gut and pushed him back roughly. As Paul let go of Ash, Ash let out a slow breath of air and slowly climbed off of the now damaged car.

The two was gaining an audience and Ash and Paul could almost hear someone yelling "That's my fucking car!".

When Ash got off the car, he grabbed Paul and pushed him toward the ground so now he could have the advantage at fighting. When Paul fell towards the ground, he felt Ash kicking him in his back and he groaned, grabbing Ash by his leg and making him fall to the ground as well.

They gained a lot of attention from people in the streets, but the fight kept going on. Ash was sending punches, Paul was sending punches. At first, Ash was in control, punching and kicking, then Ash was now on his back, Paul on top of him and throwing punches at his chest. The two was equally as strong, but Ash wouldn't admit it to Paul. He knew Paul lived in dangerous environments his whole life, so of course he would have strength, but Ash would never admit that to Paul. As Paul kept throwing punches at him, Ash forced out a light laugh and said boldly, "You punch like a female."

"Oh really?" Just by hearing that slick comment, Paul sent another punch at Ash's face just for that.

Ash's hand began to wander toward the ground and he grabbed onto a broken glass piece that was on the floor. At first, he just wanted to grab onto something so he could take the lead and continue the fight with Paul again, but instead he slammed it across Paul's arm and that's when he realized he had grabbed onto a broken glass that came from the blind spot mirror of that car they had damaged.

"Fuck!" Paul groaned, pulling back after feeling the deep cut Ash had given him with the glass. Paul was surprised to find that Ash would even try such a thing. So he wanted to kill him now? Just by Ash trying that, Paul wanted to do much more damage to him.

Ash kicked Paul with his foot, pushing Paul back and then he dropped the glass from his hands. He knew what he was holding was sharp since it was cutting his own hand, but he didn't exactly take the time to stop and think about what it was that he had grabbed onto.

Ash didn't want to stab Paul, he was just caught up in the fight that it just happened all too fast.

Police sirens was going off in the air and many people were panicking at the brutal street fight.

Angrily, Paul grabbed Ash by his collar and pushed his body back against the car they had just damaged, grabbing him by the neck hard and rough. "So you trying to kill me now, huh?" he growled. "I thought you said you wanted to fight and see who's the best fighter here. That doesn't involve stabbing me with a fucking glass!" Paul snapped. He was just so ticked off that Ash even used a glass on him. Ash said he wanted to fight hand on hand, that didn't mean there would be any weapons involved. To him, that showed how much of a punk Ash is. Angrily, Paul jammed his knee into Ash's gut and caused Ash to fall to the ground.

Police got there faster than Paul even expected, and he felt himself being pulled away from Ash and his face being slammed onto the hood of someone's car, his wrists being slammed to his back as he felt a pair of cuffs being clamped around them.

"Relax!" The police guy that was handling Paul yelled angrily, holding Paul down pretty roughly.
"You have the right to remain silent when questioned. Anything you say or do may be used against you in a court of law!" He shouted.

Paul was so out of it and he struggled to get out of the cuffs but the officer kept pushing his face harder against the hood of the car. "Keep on trying to struggle buddy 'cause I will shoot your fucking brains out if you say or do one more thing."

Paul groaned from under his breath after realizing that there was nothing he could do.

Ash was thrown onto the hood of another car too, his wrists held tightly against his lower back as another police officer wrapped cuffs around his wrists, saying the Miranda Rights to him as well.

After handcuffing the both of them, the police men forced Ash and Paul to stand up straight and guided them to their car.

As soon as they got to the car, the police men shoved the both of them in the back of the car roughly.

"The both of you will remain silent. You got that!?" One of the police men yelled.

Paul kept a hard look and he didn't even bother to look at that police man. He just glared and stared through the metal fence created inside of the car. Ash stared straight ahead at the seat in front of him, deciding not to say anything in response either.

When the police slammed the door shut, Paul kept his eyes on the rearview mirror, seeing the policemen now gathering and talking amongst each other outside.

It got quiet for a few seconds in the car and Ash could feel the tension that was forming. They were both equally hurt and bleeding in the face, but Paul was more hurt since he got stabbed in his arm. His wound was pretty bad and he was sure that he needed to go to the hospital to get stitches or something.

"Can't believe you fucking stabbed me." Paul groaned quietly, hissing slightly at that pain in his arm.

Ash kept his eyes on the metal fence in front of him and glared too. "I didn't know I grabbed onto a glass piece."

"Shows how much of a punk you really are,"

"I'm the punk? Okay. Well you were the one who didn't hit me first." Ash argued back.

"I wasn't in the mood to fight your punk ass. I had other shit to deal with." Paul groaned.

"Yeah, like what?"

"It's none of your fucking business."

Just then the two immediately fell silent when two policemen entered the car and slammed their doors shut.

Paul shot one last glare at Ash and Ash shot one last glare at Paul.

The policemen sitting in the front turned their heads to look at Ash and Paul. Ash and Paul both looked at them, the both of them shooting the policemen death glares. Both policemen laughed in their faces and turned their heads back to the front.

"Teenagers these days," one of them mumbled.

The engine soon started and the policeman in the driver's seat began driving.

A/N: Ash and Paul's fight was some serious shit, now that the police are involved. Haha, but it's not like Paul didn't deserve to get an ass beating and I personally felt like he deserved to be stabbed by Ash lol.

Songs used in this chapter: Sky's The Limit by The Notorious B.I.G., Boyz N The Hood by Eazy E

I want to know what you guys thought about with Ash turning Dawn down on the sex, Paul finally realizing he's being a dick, Ash's confrontation with Giselle, and the big fight between Ash and Paul. Let me know in the reviews! (: