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My Target Mind	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 3897 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(Paul's POV)
(Sigh)Another day of school.
I hate coming here with a passion. Half of the stuff I learn in school I'm either not going remember it after the course ends, or will never use it outside of class. School is nothing but a place to break down teenage minds in order to mold kids into whatever our parents deem is right. There are so many things in place just created to annoy you.
"Hey Paul," someone yelled behind me.
Speaking of annoyances.
I turned around to see my "friends" Trent, Cathy, and Steve running up to me.
"Hey man, what's up," Trent held his fist up for me to bump. I, as usual, ignored him can kept on walking to my class.
Behind me I heard Trent laughing my dissing him off as if it was nothing.
"Hey babe," Cathy greeted me happily, kissing me on the cheek. "I called you like three times last night, why didn't you call me back." She moved her hand around my waist.
"I was busy," I grunted as I moved her hand off of me. I saw hurt flicker through her eyes as I did this. I don't know why she's so hurt I've never shown that I cared about her in any way, and yet she still comes to me.
Like usual her hurt wore off fast and she went right back to smiling at me in admiration.
"Okay, so what did you do last nig…" was all Cathy could get out before she was interrupted.
"Patton," yelled someone loudly.
I sighed, I smell another fight.
Stomping toward me is the football team's linebacker, William Reed.
As soon as he got to me he stuck his finger in my face.
"I heard that you were making moves on my girl yesterday," he claimed angrily.
Oh the beauty of gossip.
(Flashback)
It was the last class of the day and the bell just rang, signifying the end of the day.
As soon as I packed up all my stuff I went to leave the classroom. Unfortunately for me there was a road block in my path.
Reed's girlfriend, Teresa Lourn, was running around her seat looking for something frantically.
"Necklace…where is it…put it right here…," was what I heard her mumbling to herself.
Hearing something rattle at my feet, I looked down to see a solid gold necklace at my feet.
Hoping this was hers I picked up the necklace and put it in front of her face.
Seeing the necklace she let out an excited shriek before taking it and pulling me into a tight hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she told over and over again.
I cough loudly. I did not want her touching me.
After letting go of me, she gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's just this necklace was the last thing my grandma gave to me before she died it means a lot to me."
Honestly I just wanted you to hurry up and get out of my way, I thought to myself.
All I did is grunt to her in response.
"Thanks again," she said to me as she grabbed her books.
All of a sudden I heard a couple gasps come from the classroom door.
I looked over at the door just in time to see three girls run away, apparently seeing me and Teresa just now.
Why do I have a feeling that this isn't going to peacefully?
(End Flashback)
"I heard that you've been flirting with her and buying her shit," he told me pissed off.
I whole lot of people whispering through the steadily increasing crowd.
"Well, fess up asshole," he ordered me his face getting red.
All I did is let out a chuckle. It's funny when idiots come to me thinking I'm trying to steal their girlfriend if I so much as glance in their direction.
"Will, please calm down," asked Teresa gently. She went to grab her boyfriend's hand only to be pushed away.
He glared at Teresa fiercely. "You shut up I'll deal with you later." He voice was laced with s dangerous intent. I saw tears swell up in her eyes.
(Flashback)
My dad smacked mom so hard she fell to the ground.
"Shut up bitch," he yelled at her as she started crying. Completely ignoring her pleads for him to stop, he continued to hit her while she was on the floor.
I was currently on the staircase watching all this. My seven year old body was trembling in fear I was praying I wasn't next.
As if answering my prayers, the doorbell rang.
He immediately stopped hitting her and pushed her up on her feet.
"Go to your room and stay there," he ordered her. He gave her a stare that promised pain.
"I'll deal with you later."
(End Flashback)
A spark ignited in me.
"What if I did give her something," I asked goading him.
His head snapped to me. "I would kick your ass that's what," he stated angrily.
Exactly what I wanted you to say I thought to myself.
I smirked and punched him in the face.
And thus my next fight started.
The crowd around us was going crazy as we exchanged blows.
He got in a lot of good hits on me, my ribs were killing me, but I never so much as flinched. Right now I was numb, all I could see was my father in front of me and the opportunity to fight him back. Each blow I gave him was fiercer than the last even as he fell to the floor I didn't stop punching him until I was pulled off him by force.
It was the principal Mr. Bourne.
"To my office Paul," he ordered me, "time to contact your parents again."
Have I mentioned that I really hate my life?
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So after getting another one of my dads "You're such a pain in the ass I wish you we're never born" speeches on the phone, I find out that I am suspended for the rest of the week for apparently "interrupting the learning process".
Funny, I didn't know the learning process included standing in the hall waiting for a fight.
Since I didn't want to go home I decided to go to my favorite spot to hang out.
I'm talking of course about the beach.
Arriving at the beach, I walked to my rock and got the weirdest sense of déjà vu because just like last night there is someone sitting on it.
Getting closer, I saw it was the same naked kid from last night staring at the waves on the sea. Difference is this time actually has some shorts on.
"God loves to mess with me doesn't he," I said aloud to myself.
Hearing my voice his head snapped to me. For some reason he looked happy to see me and gave me a bright smile.
"What the hell are you smiling at," I asked slightly irritated. For some reason I felt myself not feeling as irritated as I usually am.
Ignoring my words, he waved for me to come closer and sit. Obeying him, for some reason, I got on the rock and sat down next to him.
"You're not leaving are you," I asked him. He shook his head and smiled at me again.
I sighed I really didn't have the patience to deal with this right now. "Whatever, just don't say anything or mess with me."
For some reason his head dropped for a second, but I ignored it.
We spent the next hour staring at the waves, both of us deep in thought (or I was anyway). Everything was fine until I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around to see that kid staring at me.
"What," I barked at him.
He just pointed at my busted lip. I honestly forgot I had that.
I gave him a shrug, "I got in a fight," I gave him a glare, "why do you want to know?" Nobody ever cares about my bruises.
He just shrugged his shoulders at me and gave me a smile.
Okay I was getting a little irritated with the mime routine.
"Dude what is your problem, are you mute or something," I spat at him.
He nodded his head at me.
I froze, "You're mute?" He nodded again.
Wow, I really feel like a douche.
"Oh, my bad," I was really bad at apologizing.
He just gave me another smile, and patted me on the shoulder. His eyes then went straight to my busted lip again.
"What," I asked him in (honest) curiosity. "You want to know where I got it."
He nodded at me enthusiastically.
"At school, some of the guys feel threatened by me because most of the girls there are attracted to me and my "bad boy" attitude. All these guys fail to realize that I never flirt or talk to any of the girls at school, they come to me. I swear their all a bunch of fucking idiots."
He chuckled at my words, and strangely I found myself chuckling with him.
Suddenly the alarm I set in phone to remind when to go back home went off.
"I got to take off," I got up and moved off the rock.
"I'll see you around I guess," I told him. As I walked away I turned to see him looking at me sadden, and I found myself looking like that to.
I really liked talking to him.
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