Warning: this chapter is part of the reason it is rated T

So this chapter got a little crazy… Please no bad reviews…. I don't own Pokemon.

Chapter Five

"Are you going to invite me in?"

"No."

"That's lovely."

Ash stood on the doorway of Gary's house. Gary had gone to his project partners house, so the house was free. Unfortunately. Misty sighed. Stupid Ash. Why did he have come here? Why couldn't she go to his house? On second thoughts, she discarded the idea quickly.

"So, can we do our project?" Ash asked after an awkward silence.

This girl was picky. Normally he could bat his eyelashes and the girls would fall under his spell, but this one didn't. Great. Stuck with a nerd all evening doing a paper. He'd better not say that one out loud though. She might kill him, for all that he knew.

"Yeah. Sure." Misty sighed, leading him into a small room.

"This your bedroom?" Ash asked, wrinkling his nose at the grey peeling wallpaper.

"I ran away. Now don't ask any more questions."

Ash smirked. Misty scowled. She narrowed her eyes and turned to the piece of paper.

"What should we do our paper about?" She asked, coldly.

"I don't know, you're the nerd here." He joked, flirtatiously, then he blurted out a few things he shouldn't have. "And you ran away from your parents, so you know how the person in the passage is feeling."

She had a face of thunder. Her fist clenched, and she visibly gritted her teeth. Ash was scared for a moment.

Help, she's going to slap me, he thought, hope it's not as bad as Drew's.

But the slap never came. Her lips slammed awkwardly onto his, and being the natural playboy he was, he kissed back. She pulled away quickly, lifting her shirt. The rest was history.

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"What're you doing here?"

Paul stared at the short bluenette who stood by his locker. She raised an eyebrow, looking slightly embarrassed and tired.

"I'm Dawn. The school counsellor called me to help you."

Paul scowled. The counsellor really had gone and got a helper to help him with his 'issues'.

"I don't need help. I'm an average seventeen year old boy with parents." He lied through his teeth. All the playboys had learned how to lie in two minutes. Naturals, they were.

"Smart, aren't you? But the school counsellor actually told me all your information so don't bother lying to me." The irritating girl retorted.

"Who gave her permission to give you my information?" He growled.

"Feisty. You signed a form at her office." Her eye twitched.

"You troublesome girl." He hissed, holding up a fist.

"Look! I'm trying to help you! I've spent all night scheduling the cheerleader teams and now my aunt's made me deal with some psycho. One of my best friends is my ex best friend and the other is in love with a 'bisexual' asshole." She finally exploded, the pressure getting to her.

Paul smirked in response.

"Seems like you're the one with the anger issues."

"Just listen to me, you purple haired freak of a playboy. Either you cooperate with this, or you might find that your pride had been stolen. Got it?"

"Fine. Got it. Troublesome girl." He strode down the corridor, the bluenette staring after him, her face on fire with anger.

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"So you couldn't resist the charming Ash Ketchum?" Ash smirked, pulling on his clothes.

They were both sweating, and Misty's face was burning.

"No. You were just the closest one to me. I needed someone to blame the anger on."

"Oh really? Because it seemed like you enjoyed it, since you were screaming."

Misty huffed, and pulled her hoodie on. She glared at the boy next to her, who was shirtless.

"Put your shirt on." She snapped.

"Why should it bother you?"

Misty stood up suddenly.

"Look. We both made mistakes tonight. You contaminated me, a freakin' nerd, and I just lost my innocence. Let's forget tonight completely, ok? Because I bet screwing me wasn't as good as someone else's, so you don't need to brag about it."

He opened his mouth to speak, but she glared at him. She walked out of the bedroom, looking over her shoulder.

"You get changed and let yourself out. We'll do the project at school, since this is awkward. And just…just forget about tonight. Completely forget about it. This never happened. Ok?"

She drifted off into the bathroom. He assumed she was going to take a bath. He couldn't blame her, it was her first time. Admittedly, he had enjoyed it, but he enjoyed everyone's. But this, this was different. She hadn't begged him. She hadn't asked for more. And she had proved a quote that Ash never understood before this, actions speak louder than words.

()()()()()

On her not so nerdy glasses, what had she done? She stared up at the bedroom ceiling wondering how the hell her life had unravelled from the past few days. She sighed softly.

"Misty Waterflower, you are contaminated."

She rolled over after these words, feeling guilty for losing what she had been proud of keeping. She had wanted to keep it forever. Maybe not forever. Just for someone she loved. She took a whiff of the bed sheets, which still smelt of Ash. Anger overtook her and she punched them, angry at him, angry at her loss, angry at everything. But slowly her punches turned into small thumps and she slowly fell asleep, the memory of Ash still vivid in her mind.

She woke up her next morning, the smell of pancakes creeping between the gaps of the door. Misty smiled. Sure, she was contaminated by the devil, but that couldn't mean she could work on being Gary's girlfriend.

She skipped up to the kitchen, leaning on the counter. She had a blue tee on, with black leggings. She wished her BFFs could see her right now. They would be proud of her for not wearing anything 'nerd like'. She had stashed all her 'nerd like' clothes in the back of her wardrobe. Hopefully she wouldn't have to see them again.

"What's for breakfast?" She asked, twirling a strand of her red hair.

"Pancakes." He sounded glum, which was surprising for Misty, even after two days of living with him.

"Did something go wrong with your project?"

"I guess you could say that. You know the person I was trying to find? Well I found them. And they're not too happy with me." He sighed unhappily. "Will burnt pancakes do?"

Misty nodded, and took her seat. As she sat, a huge pain erupted. And she knew exactly what it was. She winced, to which Gary looked up. He glanced over to her, concerned.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's fine. Really." Misty lied, cursing Ash silently.

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A/N: OMG I NEED YOUR HELP! PLEASE TELL ME DOWN BELOW ASAP WHETHER I NEED TO RATE THIS M OR NOT. ITS ALREADY ON T. Actually I don't think so. This isn't a lemon.

Ok, no capitals here. So this chapter was a bit… Yeah. I didn't go in detail, first because I can't, and secondly why would I? Seems like Misty really got angry when Ash insulted her. Ok guys, don't get on Misty's bad side, or you know what happens…

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