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I just finished my other story It's a Witch Thing, and those of you who do not know, there will NOT be a sequel :( Again, sorry. Anyways, I am also working on my Twilight/My Sister's Keeper crossover, I Was Made For You, and it's well....not the most popular thing on the web. I don't know if it is because of my bad writing skills or just because people have not read My Sister's Keeper.

Worry not my readers! I will continue to write that one too. I just thought of this story one day, and thought 'Dude, I gotta write it!' and so I did...

ENJOY!

2x + 14 + 8x = 54

What is the product of x?

What. The. Hell. How am I supposed to focus when it is exactly two minutes away from when the final bell rings? Last period pre algebra and my mind just goes somewhere else. One, it's last period and that stupid clock taunts me. Secondly, math was never my best subject. And thirdly, well, Collin Shufler is in this class. Unfortunately, he sits in the seat behind me.

I turn around to face Collin. It's a perfectly good excuse to talk to him. "Hey Collin," I whisper, trying to get his attention without getting the attention of the stick-up-his-butt teacher.

Collin's head snaps up and a small smile lights up his face. I momentarily get lost in his warm brown eyes until I mentally slap myself. "What did you get for number 21?"

Collin smiles sheepishly. "I'm not that far yet actually," he runs his fingers through his shaggy brown hair. "What did you get for number 7?"

I gap at him. Half an hour, and he got seven problems done? "I was…" he looks down and…blushes? "distracted," he says quietly, probably hoping I would not notice, which I totally do. Is he talking about me? Or Ally Greene that sits in front of me? She's really pretty with her shiny hair and perfect skin and- No, I will end up hating the girl if I keep this up.

The bell rings.

Audible sighs of relief are heard throughout the classroom as I slam my books and shove them in my book bag. It's not like I plan on finishing it for homework.

When I get up, I turn to Collin, who is talking to his best friend, Brady Matthews. "I'll see you later," I flash him a smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Brady smirk at Collin.

After going to my locker, I go outside to the place where Paul hangs out with his 'gang' of friends. Seriously, people call them the 'La Push Gang' or the LPG. It's really stupid if you ask me. People say they are on steroids and all that crap, really, if Paul did steroids, I would kick his ass. He knows that.

They are all hanging around, talking in a tight and tense circle. The usuals- Jared Thail , Paul, Embry Call, Jacob Black, Quil Ateara, and Seth Clearwater. "Paulers, let's go!" I call to his group as I'm walking up. I am the only one allowed to call him those annoying nicknames little sisters make up.

"I'm coming Paige!" he yells, agitated, and they continue talking in hushed voices.

I sit there impatiently for what seems like hours, but only 10 seconds in reality. So, I do what I do best. I went up to Paul and grabbed his keys from his pockets. He immediately knows it's time to go because the last time I grabbed his keys, he thought I was just warming up the car. Nope, I pulled out of that parking lot so fast the street light didn't know what hit it.

"I will come by Sam's after I drop the brat off," he says hurriedly, then tries to catch up with me before I decide to take out the fence this time.

"Brat, huh?" I ask, stalking towards his old beat up Toyota. "Because a brat would not be able to cover for you after you go out at night doing God knows what!" I open the car door and throw the keys at him. It's true, a few months ago, he started sneaking out at night and getting really bad temper. After hearing the rumors about the drugs and steroids, I confronted him about it. He pulled the whole 'Do you really think I'm that stupid?' And, I love my brother, but, yes. He is that stupid. So, I did what I had to, and I have Jared as a witness. I told Paul that if I caught him taking any kind of drug I would kick his ass with a baseball bat and Mom's three inch heels.

"A brat drives into a street light," he smirks at me, turning on the ignition.

-- -- -- -- --

I'm sunk.

2x + 14 + 8x = 54

What is that? I can't focus. Paul says I'm showing signs of ADD. We're looking into it.

I let out a frustrated sigh and throw my books on the floor. I swear I will burn them at the end of the year.

A vibrating noise starts coming from my dresser. My phone.

"Hello?" I answer without bothering to look at the caller I.D.

"Paige," I recognize Paul's voice immediately. He sounds stressed. "Can you cover for me tonight, it's urgent." It is not exactly a question, more like a command.

"I'm running out of excuses, man!" I exclaim. I already used 'In the shower' and 'went to sleep early' and 'in the bathroom, has a stomach ache.'

"Your creative, think of something!" he yells.

The line went dead.

-- -- -- -- --

"Dinner!" I hear Mom yell up the stairs.

Show time.

I make my way towards the stairs. "Are you sure, Paul?" I say unnecessarily loud for Mom and Dad to hear. I pause. "Alright, I'll tell them."

"Mom, Paul is not feeling so good. He wants his dinner in his room."

Mom puts on the concerned face. "Does he need medicine or anything? He has been running a fever, maybe I could…" she trailed off suggestively and started looking around in the medicine cabinet.

Panic ran through my veins, making me come up with an actual believable excuse. "No, Mom, it's okay. He ate the cafeteria meat today..." Dad grunted loudly from his spot at the table. "'Nuff said," Dad excused him. I resisted punching the air with my fist in victory.

On my way up the stairs I sent Paul a text message.

Expect Mom to pack you a lunch for tomorrow. I told her you ate the cafeteria meat and had a stomach ache.

I pressed 'send' and had to wait another twenty seconds before receiving another one.

Thnks.

I hate that so much, when people don't finish their words. 'Thanks' turning into 'thnks' or 'people' turning into 'ppl'. It's like in text messages, you don't have to use vowels. What is up with that? I like to actually understand what people are saying without having to do a double take.

You owe me.

Which he does.

-- -- -- -- --

"Are you ever going to tell me where you go when you sneak out?" I ask in the car the next morning. He did not come home until two A.M. He woke me up with his not-so-quiet sneaking around.

Paul's grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white and his jaw flexed. "Are you always so nosy?" He is seriously answering my questions with questions? Hm, maybe he is not as dumb as I thought he was. Let's check.

"Paul, what's a parallelogram?"

He turned to me, his eyebrows furrowed. "A what?"

Never mind.

-- -- -- -- --

"Hey girlie," my best friend, Sarah, greeted me when I walked in homeroom. Sarah has been my best friend since birth. Our Mom's are best friends and were pregnant together. They went into labor at the same time, me being born 10 ½ hours earlier than her. My birthday is September 17th, hers is September 18th, but we stopped having birthday parties together after age eight.

"Hey," I nodded toward her then collapsed in my desk. I'm so exhausted. They should have school start at (at least) ten in the morning. Maybe even eleven.

"Paul sneak out again?"

I nodded even though my head is down, probably messing up my hair.

"Something is going on with that boy," she mumbled, turning back around.

I continue to count down the seconds until I can get out of class. I have never really been one for school. It's just a waste. I already know everything (with the exception of math), and I have straight A's (with the exception of math). If I had a time machine, I would kill the guy who had the stupid idea of waking up minors early in the morning to cram useless information in their heads.

On my way to Literature, the hallways are so crowded. It is always that way. Quileute Tribal School divided 8th grade through 12th grade from kindergarten to 7th grade. It is so much different with switching classes.

Anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, I was on my way to Literature, but I was stopped by the tall, dark, and cute boy that sits behind me in math. "Hey Collin!" I beamed at him.

He smiled back. "Hey Paige. Listen, I uh-" he stuttered, all of a sudden looking nervous. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Paul walking by with his usual group. He, of course, froze when he saw me with Collin, which confused me. Paul was never the over-protective older brother type. "I was wondering if you wanted-"

Collin stopped suddenly and looked over my shoulder. His face paled visibly. "Paige!" I turned around to see Paul and Jared coming toward me with big smirks on their faces.

Paul slung an arm around my shoulder protectively. "Hey, it's…Collin, right?" he asked Collin.

I blushed, he is so doing this on purpose! I think Paul knows about my little crush on Collin. I don't know how he knows because when I talk about Collin with Sarah, I make sure I'm at least an earshot out of the way. He is dead when we get home! D-E-A-D! Collin swallowed audibly. "Uh, yeah."

Paul glanced at Jared, who is glaring at Collin, and smirked. "Well, I am Paul, Paige's older brother," he made sure to put emphasis on 'older brother'.

Collin's eyes widened for a second before composing himself. "Oh, okay. Nice to, uh, meet you?" It sounded like it was a question. I can't really blame him, he is being glared at by Paul, Jared, and most of the LPG, who are about an earshot away.

"Yes," Jared spoke up finally. "It was." Looking pointedly at Collin, saying to walk away.

I'm pretty sure he was about to ask me out, and my idiot brother goes ahead and ruins it for me!

As soon as Collin is out of sight, I turn to Paul. "What the hell is wrong with you? You can't leave me alone for like five minutes?"

Paul leans forward. "Don't go near him," he orders just as Kim, Jared's girlfriend, comes up to us and slides into Jared's embrace.

"Why not?" I demand. "He was about to ask me out, you do realize that, right?"

Jared whistles, "Got here just in time."

I stare at Jared for a second before turning to Paul. "I cover for your ass almost every night, and yet you won't let me go out?" He looked like he was about to protest, but shut his mouth because he knew it was just going to dig him in a deeper hole. But, I'm interested in what he has to say. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I reprimand him in a voice Mom used to use on me when I would steal out of the cookie jar.

"He is dangerous." That's all he says, no elaboration or anything.

Collin…dangerous… Is that supposed to make me like him less? If anything, that just makes him hotter! Collin Shefler…bad boy. Eh, I don't think he has ever done anything to get into trouble or anything, but I don't really know him all that well. But, if Collin is dangerous, that just makes him more attractive. What girl doesn't want a little danger in her life?

"Paul," Kim shakes her head. "You just screwed up…big time."

-- -- -- -- --

Last period comes around all too quickly. Not only to I have to face math itself, but I also have to face Collin. Maybe he was going to ask me out. But what if Paul scared him off? What if he heard what Paul said about being dangerous? Is he dangerous?

I run in there quickly before anyone else to take my seat. Shoot! I didn't even do my homework! Mr. Wellers won't notice, right?

Collin runs in, probably thinking he is late. Paul must be on crack. A bad boy would just glide on in, not caring that he is late for class.

This is my chance. Talk to him.

I take a deep breath and turn around. "Hey, sorry about my brother. He's…uh, over-protective, I guess?" I giggle.

He smiles at me. "And a little scary," he whispers playfully. Is he flirting?

"Yeah, he is," I toss my hair over my shoulder.

He runs a hand through his hair once again. "Well, I was wondering if you ever wanted to-"

RING!

We both groan at the same time. I just have the worst luck, EVER! I take my time turning around. This is a time when I wish I could sit behind him instead of him behind me. But then again, if I did, I would probably end up failing math…

"Alright!" Mr. Wellers starts off after closing the door. "I have a feeling that some of you…" he glares at me. He just hates me because of my brother, of course. Paul failed his class…twice. So what's the big deal? That does not mean I'm bad. I mean…I just, you know, take the car out and drive into street lights.

Psh, I'm an angel!

"Did not finish your homework, I will give you free time to do it in class," he finishes, turning back around and going to his desk. Damn, how did he know I didn't do my homework!?

I open my notebook to see that same stupid problem taunting me.

2x + 14 + 8x = 54

I groan loudly and put my head to the desk.

How did you like it?!

Special thanks to my beta Ashleighbabe, who gave me the idea for the title! :D

Please note that before you review and ask questions, where I live, high school starts in 8th grade. Sorry if it confuses you, or if it's different.

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