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Paisley tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, sitting in the bleachers early after school. Today there was a track meet, and she intended to watch Nathan. She had developed a huge crush on him over the years, but he never seems to notice. Then out of nowhere, he gets that stupid girlfriend of his. Sayor. When she began working at the cheescake factory, she had been espeacially rude to sayor, always seeming innocent when she knew she was playing dirty. She wanted to break her. It wasn't fair, she had known Nathan longer. Of course, he never knew her, but that was beside the point. Paisley stretched her legs, claiming to her other two friends that shed be right back. She planned to find something at the snack bar, her stomach growling.

Sayor stood in the snack bar line, watching Nathan job around the track with his buddies. He wanted her to stay and watch him so he could introduce her to his friends, but Sayor thought it was because he really wanted to show off. "Hey can I get a bottle of water?" She asked, not noticing Paisley behind her. Sayor dug through her wallet, pulling out one of the bills that she had won fair in square in her and Nathan's last bet. She couldn't even remember what it was about, but she won. Haha sucker. "Thanks."

Paisley was in line, watching the boys run for their warm ups. Nathan was so hot. If only he knew... Paisley heard Sayors annoying voice behind her, and turned to face the front of the line. Oh. She was here. As sayor walked last er, paisley shouldered her, hard. "Watch it, b***," she pouted, smirking as she turned to the snack bar volunteer. Timmy. Oh, Timmy. He had it for her, badly, and would do almost anything. "Can I have... A water, and a... Cookie?" She asked sweetly, batting her eyelahses at the smitten boy.

Sayor twisted her bottle cap, opening it, and stopping as she caught Nath's eyes, and she gave him a big thumbs up, right as Paisley shoved into her, causing open water bottle to spill all over Sayor's scarf and shirt. Sayor spun around, her jaw set. "You watch it." She snapped, sticking her foot out and triping Paisley as she walked away with her cookie and water. "Oh..sorry," Sayor said with a half smile as she walked back over to her spot in the bleachers. She drank the rest of the water that had not been spilled on her, and pulled off her scarf. This outfit was so not happening right now. Sayor sighed as she was still thirsty, since it all landed on her pale blue ruffly shirt. Sayor walked right up to the Timmy kid. "Sorry....but as you can see I didnt get to drink my water. Can I get another one?" She asked, handing him yet another crumpled bill. "Thanks." Sayor said as she turned away. Out off all the people she could have run into here, it was Paisley? The brat who had her eyes set for Sayors boyfriend? It was a good thing Nathan was kind of oblivious to Paisley's attraction. That knowledge gave Sayor a little comfort.

Paisley yelped as she fell, her bottom lip quivering as she landed on the floor. "Sayor, why did you do that!" She accused, her crying skills coming to use. Fine. Shed play dirty again. A few people had stopped to stare, a hand helping her up. "Thank you," she smiled thankfully at some freshman, brushing herself off. Her cookie was stuck in the dirt, and was of no use to her. "Timmy!" She called loudly, annoyed with Sayors antics. She was supposed to get away with pushing sayor. "Excuse me, miss, but you made me drop my cookie. I'd like it replaced," she said sweetly, giving tommy a glare that said Don't interfere, or else. "Sayor, your shirts all wet honey. Let me get you some napkins," she hissed, snatching a bunch and pushing them vigorously onto her shirt front, jostling sayor each time.

Sayor's mouth fell open as Paisley began to shove her, hard. Sayor stumbled back, her hands taking Paisleys off of her chest. "Im fine Paisley. Thanks anyway. And really, if I owe you a new cookie, you owe me a new water bottle. And I dont think either of us want to pay for that, so we are even." Sayor said, taking the napkins from Paisley as she began to soak up the water from her chest. Sayor smiled at the people staring. "No big deal. We do this all the time." They rolled their eyes and went back to their seats, leaving Sayor and Paisley alone behind the snack bar. "Ok what is your problem? What did I do to you?" Sayor asked, exasperated as she threw the napkins into a nearby garbage can. This girl was driving her nuts! Sayor didnt do anything to her, and yet, Paisley always made her look like the enemy. Every stinking time. It wasnt fair. Something in Sayor always snapped when Paisley was around, making her the most moody person you'll meet. Which wasnt that fun for everyone else. Sayor raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest, ready to hear Paisleys answer. Ready to fight back.

Paisley huffed, scowling at stupid little sayor. She heard the announcer saying something about starting the girls track meet, starting off with the short distance sprints. When thy were alone, paisley for up in Sayors face. "Listen, brat, get away from Nathan. Hear me? He's mine," she hissed, relieved to finally take back what was rightfully hers. He didnt even know her, yet it wasn't fair for him to be satin anyone but her. If only he knew... She had so many fantasies she wanted to live out with him. She wanted no one but Nathaniel, and it was time she got what she wanted. "Now go. And don't tell him anything, or else," she flashed sayor a look, her head held high with her hands on her hips. She would find a way to destroy sayor. Badly.

Sayor covered her mouth, trying not to smile. "Sorry Paisley. But if you think you are going to get me to give up my boyfriend that easily, your dumber than I thought." Sayor had the nerve to smile. This whole thing was about Nathan? Wow. Sayor knew Nathan wouldn't leave her for Paisley, a girl who he had never talked too...barley seen. "If you wanted him so bad, why didnt you talk to him when he was single?" Something clicked in Sayor's head and she knew exactly why Paisley suddenly was interested in Nathan. She only wants what she cant have. "You only like him because he's taken. And you know it." Sayor said softly, running her fingers through her hair. This was dumb. Why was she here? Nathan was probably looking for her...the Girls having started. But for some reason, Sayor wanted to see what Paisley would say next. What her pathetic excuse was. She was curious..and that would probably be her down fall.

Paisleys jaw dropped, infuriated by the way this sayor was talking to her. "Excuse me? I am not dumb. You are. For messing with my man? Uh uh. You know? Bein the new girl here, you better watch yourself. Because one d these days? You're going to get hurt," she snapped, sass and attitude in every word as she poked and prodded Sayors chest, inches away from her face. "No, I've wanted him from the first day he came here, sayor," she hisse distasteully, shoving sayor slightly back. "I will have him. You see that I don't," she huffed, turning on her heel. But not before sh said the brattiest comment. "I don't know why Nathan bothers with someone like you," she smirked. Cancer girl? Uh uh. Maybe he was just in it because he was so sweet, and pitied the brat. Paisley turned to go watch the races, unsatisfied even more worried about Nathan. She had to make a move on him. Boys couldn't resist her body. Right? She wouldn't let sayor win.

Sayor rolled her eyes as Paisley shoved her. Sayor let her, let Paisley shove her, rant. But it didnt even phase her...until she made the last comment. Ow. That stung. She hid her flinch, walking off in the other direction, looking for her boyfriend. Sayor couldn't believe that-brat had the nerve to say that! And now Sayor had no doubts that Paisley was going to go make a move on Nathan. Sayor walked over to her seat, twisting her Mickey Mouse ring over and over again, until she spotted Nathan stretching with his friends, glancing around. Hopefully he was looking for her. Sayor watched him, biting her lip as she tried to get his attention. She wanted to talk to him about this..before Paisley got to him. Sayor was now a little scared. Just a little. Ok. Maybe a lot.

Nathaniel and his friends stretched for their third official race this season, his nerves a bundle as he warmed up. This team was rumored to be the best in the county, and Nathan always had jitters whenever thy went up against them. He looked about for sayor, having noticed that she was gone from her usual spot. When he glanced up again, she had resumed her place. He waved, his buddies jostling him and laughing. They had gotten back on good terms, and Nathan had learned how to split his time between his bros and his girlfriend. The announcer had declared the winner fr the sprints, both boys and girls, and was beginning on the long distance run for the boys. His turn. Nathan relacd his shoes, jogging loosely on the track and grinning as his teammates were called, his name last and the most dramatic. He knelt in a ready position on the red track, his mind completely focused. As soon as the buzzer rang out, Nathaniel sprinted hard to gain a good lead, pacing himself afterwards. He wanted to show sayor how good he was.

Sayor blew him a kiss, watching as he ran, getting totally into it, all thoughts of Paisleys words and threats gone. Until Nath won...and Paisley was in like the front row...while Sayor was in the back, trying to get down. Shot. She wasnt going to make it down their to congratulate him before Paisley. Crap. Sayor stumbled on some fat guy, nearly falling down the bleachers, just as Paisley made it to Nathan.

Paisley smiled at Nathan, waving him over and batting her eyelashes. "Hi Nathan, great job!" She said sweetly, walkimg over close to him. "You are such a good runner. I'm totally impressed." She stepped closer to him. You could barley fit a piece of paper in between them. Paisley smiled up at him, her hand stroking his chest gently. Take that Sayor. Guess who got to make the move first.

Nathan panted, his chest pounding as he regained his breath. He ran a hand through his hair, the sweat on his skin disgusting him. Where was sayor? Had she seen? When they announced him the winner, over the 'best' school in the county, he couldn't believe it. He won! He won, he won! He was alarmed when all of a sudden paisley appeared. "Thanks...!" He beamed proudly, his smile dimming when she became skin tight to him. His friends were watching, and he could hear jealous whispers. He had found out that paisley was someone every guy at the school wanted. He didnt care for her, at all, and was only disgusted. "Uh..." He stammered, his face turning a shade of red. Sayor, help me! He thought silently as he tried to distract himself, his fingers enclosing on hers to move her hands away.

Paisley took his red face and stammering as star struckness, and pressed her chest to his, not a millimeter of space in between them. Her tan skin glowed underneath her white tank top as she wound her arms around his neck. She kissed his neck lightly. "I want you..." She whispered. Yeah, she was moving fast, but she was desperate.

Sayor's mouth fell open as she watched Paisley kiss Nathan's neck. That was the last straw. Sayor walked right up to them, grabbing Paisley's shoulder and pulling her off of Nathan. "Excuse me? What are you doing?" Sayor said, unbelieving this girl. Sayor was ready to cuss her out, but wouldn't. Sayor hated swearing...it reminded her way to much of her mother. And Sayor was not her mom. Paisley however, was jusy like her with her shorts that barley covered her butt, and the tank top that cut down to low. Sayor was done with her. Done.

Nathaniel gasped, stiffening as her lips kissed his neck delicately, her arms wrapped securely around him. He could pee himself, out of pure terror. With a. Deer in the headlights look, he didnt move until he heard Sayors voice. He had just been about to give in to the temptation of what paisley could give him, when his savior had appeared. "Sayor!" He squeaked, grabbing her wrist to hold her to his chest. It felt much better, more appropriate, to have his sayor by his side. That paisley? Trouble. If sayor hadnt stepped in... He shuddered, hugging his girlfriend to his chest. He glanced back over at his friends, some of them tsking and shaking their heads at his choice to take sayor over paisely. WHat was wrong with them? Why did they look down on the right decision? "I swear, I didnt do anything-" he stammered, gulping.

((Sorry im taking so long, my puppy peed all over my bed.))

Sayor nodded, smiling up at him slightly. "I know you didnt." She promised, before wriggling out of his arms to face Paisley. "What was that?" Sayor demanded, steam practically pouring out of her ears. She didn't care if no one ever talked to her again. She had Nathan, Hudson, and her drama friends. They were all she needed. Paisley, rolled her eyes, winking at Nathan. "Dont worry baby. I'll be right back." Paisley promised, grabbing Sayor's wrist and pulling her away as the announcer announced the next event, which Nathan was participating in. Paisley pulled her back over to the snack bar, anger rippling off her. She saw Nathan slowly caving under her grip, and Sayor had to ruin it all.
((Wanna be Paisley again??))

((Oh freak that sucks! It's ok))

Nathaniel panicked, worried what the two girls would do. "Sayor-" he called uncertainly, half jogging after them. He couldn't let sayor get hurt! The girls seemed tense, anger boiling of of them. The announcer announced his next event, however, leaving him barely enough time to run back to the track. He'd find ou later.

Paisley was so close, so close to breaking Nathan like she had so many other boys. She'd have her way. She whipped around to face sayor, hands on her hips as the buzzer rang out. "Your little so called boyfriend? He said he wanted me," she lied, smirking smugly at Sayors worry creased face. "Gotta give a boy what he wants, if you wanna keep him," she laughed dryly, tossing her hair over her shoulders. She was more confident now, had more belief that Nathan could be hers after all. Her long time crush was finally hers! "Are you mad at me? Sayor, honey," she switched to mock sympathy, cracking up in hysterics all over again.

((Haha yeah. Wish she was potty trained!!))

Sayor gritted her teeth. "Oh really? Because to me he looked terrified. Nice try." Sayor restored back. She was beyond ticked. Her mouth dropped open as Paisley said the next line. She did not just say that. Oh my gosh...really? "In your case that is. Guys dont like you for you. They like your body. So you have to give them that to keep them, because there is no other way." Sayor said with a small smirk. It was true and they both need it. "But for me, guys actually like my personality. So I dont have to worry about that to keep them." She knew she was asking for it, by she could really care less. She was beyond angry, ready to smack that grin off of Paisley's pretty face. leave a couple marks that weren't so pretty. Sayors eyes narrowed as Paisley began to laugh. What about this situation was funny? "Yeah. I am mad at you. But who can blame me?" Sayor asked, no humor showing through on her face. Really though, her temper was definately coming out. She was going to fight for her relationship. Paisley was not going to get in the way. Not now, not ever.

Paisley inhaled, annoyed at sayor once more. "Is that so? Personality? That's really cute, sayor.. What happens when he gets bored with your uh... Personality? Hm? He had let me kiss him, he had told me that he wanted me, so... I don't know sayor, looks like you're losing your boyfriend," she sneered. At the quip about her body vs personality, she had really done it that time. "Are you calling me a whore, sayor Dunkley? Just know, that your personality isn't going to get you anywhere. If you don't have the body, they all leave. Always," she whispered, pinching Sayors face in her perfectly manicured fingers. She had to win this fight. She had to! She had tried to find some kind of true love, experimenting with guys younger and older. She never could find the rigt one. And now that she found Nathan? She wasn't letting him go.

ⓗⓔⓐⓣⓗⓔⓡ wrote: "Paisley inhaled, annoyed at sayor once more. "Is that so? Personality? That's really cute, sayor.. What happens when he gets bored with your uh... Personality? Hm? He had let me kiss him, he had to..."

Sayor shook her head. "Sorry. I dont think Nathan's the type that goes for that. He doesn't care about shallow things like that. Sorry." Sayor was so done with this. With her. She flinched at the whole 'you are lossing your boyfriend' statement. "Really? Because he looked relieved when I pulled you off of him. I think your a little confused...but that doesn't surprise me. Are you confused often?" Sayor asked with mock innocence. Sayor was ready to punch her. Hard. Sayor may look weak, but she is far from it. She trained with the Track team and Nathan every once and a while, doing shock put and stuff. She was strong, and was not afraid to admit it. "I am calling you a whore. Because you are one. I mean...just look at your outfit. Not really presentable..huh?" Sayor retorted. She was mad and it was showing through. "In your case maybe. But in mine, I was the one to break up with my ex's. No one has dumped me. But I have a feeling you have been dumped quite a bit." Saypr replied, taking Paisleys wrist and pulling it off of her face. That was a little to close for comfort. "Dont touch me."

Paisley had let all her anger stay hidden, until sayor quickly recovered and began throwing come backs and insults back at her. "Aargh!" She screamed, leaping at sayor and tumbling the two to the ground. "You b****! You have Jo right to talk about me like that!" She screeched loudly, pulling at Sayors hair as the two quarreled. Timmy stared blankt at the two girls, uncertain wether to help or not. The race continued on behind the low gate that surrounded the track, covered with a cloth so the track could not be seen through the gate. "I hate you, sayor! I hate you!" She screamed painfully, throwing loose punches. It wasn't fair. She didnt want to be a whore, but that's how her mother and sisters were. What else was she supposed to do? She wasn't smart, she never could keep a good conversation. What else was he expected to do to keep someone interested! Tears streaked her mascara down her face, her knees and elbows badly scraped and injuries spotting her body.

"Yeah. Yeah I do. Its all you've ever shown! I mean...just look down! Have you ever tried to prove me wrong?" Sayor let out a strangled cry as Paisley pulled on her hair. Ow! Not fair! Sayor was surprised when she felt the ground, and letting out a slight cry as she felt her hair being pulled. While Paisley tried to beat her up, Sayor deflected every blow, not wanting to stoop as low as Paisley. She shoved Paisley off of her, and gave her hair as slight tug. "Dont worry. I hate you too." She replied, rubbing her head and back gingerly. As she was about to turn, she felt a punch hit her cheek, and Sayor winced painfully. "Ok. You know what? this is low. Even for you Paisley. You want to know why Nathan doesn't like you? Look at yourself right now." She snapped, not caring that Timmy was there. She gave Paisley a sympathetic look, shaking her head. "No wonder." She muttered, walking away as she rubbed her cheek and head gingerly. There were going to be some bruises. For sure.

Paisley sat on the floor helplessly, crying her heart out as sayor walked away without a fight. It wasn't fair! Now she had a boyfriend to go back to, and could tell him how awful everything was, how awful paisley had been. It wasn't fair. She sat there alone, curled up in a ball as she yearned for someone to love her. A hand touched her shoulder, and jimmy waved. "Go away! Get away from me!" She screamed, slapping him and running towards the parking lot. Poor Timmy stood there confused, dazed yet alarmed. What was her problem?

Sayor burst into tears as soon as she was far away from Paisley. The things she said about her, hurt. She walked over to where Nathan was sitting. The look his teammates gave her made her feel even more hated. She didnt know how to say 'i made a girl cry just like my mom made me cry.' Her cheek was bright red, turning a pale purple. She bit her lip, tapping Nathan's shoulder. "Do you have anymore areas to compete in?" She asked softly, using jer hair to cover her cheek. She wanted to go home. Far far away from Paisley and his track team. She wanted to leave.

Nathaniel was slightly upset when sayor didnt appear for several minutes, his water bottle sitting in his hand. Where was she? He jumped when he felt her hand on his shoulder, her tear stained face behind him. "Sayor!" He cried, giving his teammates quick glances before ushering sayor behind the bleachers by the locker rooms. "Sayor, what happened?" He whispered, his face clouded with fear and concern. He knew it was paisleys doing. Upon brushing her hair from her face, he caught sight of a swelling bruise. He covered his mouth in shock, dropping his water bottle. "Oh. My. Gosh. Sayor... What in the world...?" He questioned, his heart breaking at her injuries.

Sayor burst into tears as he saw her cheek. Ugh. She felt so awful. It wasnt even funny. "She-she said that I was losing you because I had a pathetic body, and that you said that you wanted her," She hiccuped, hoping the tears from her face. "And than I said she only had to use her body because she had a horrid personality. And than she called me naive...and I said some things that made her sound like a whore...because she is," She continued, suddenly feeling like she deserved the punches and the hair pulling. She was just like her mom. "And then she screamed at me and pulled my hair, tackling me to the ground," She touched her cheek gingerly. "And than she punched me and pulls my hair...I didnt fight back with fist to fist contact...I just used my words." She said softly, hiccuping. "Im just like my mom." She sobbed, burying her face in hr hands. She wouldn't be surprised if Nathan left her for being such an awful person.

Nathaniel wrinkled his nose, shocked that paisley had said such things. "What-! I did not say that, sayor!" He swore, panicking. Did she think it was true? The comments about what paisley argued disturbed him, and he wanted to give the girl a piece of his mind. "Sayor Ray, you are not like your mother. And I will always love you, for you, and I don't care about your body or whatever that means. You're mine," he defended, wrapping his slightly sweaty arms around Sayors waist. He was appalled at the things said, the injuries. "Oh, sayor... We better get you some ice, where else does it hurt?" He panicked, fussing over Sayors hair and body. He looked up abruptly. "You are not. Like. Your mother." His voice was low and hard, determined.

Sayor wiped the tears from her eyes, hiding her face in her hands. "I-i know. But.....she said tjat over and over again. Said that you were dating me because you pitied me." She said softly, the tears flowing down her cheeks. "She's right though. I am just like her." Sayor knew she was. "She may have hurt me physically, but I hurt her way worse. Im so am so awful." She said softly, not wanting him to leave her. But how could he not? She was so mean, awful. It wasnt ok. And it never will be ok. "My head, and my cheek, and my arms and my back." Sayor said softly, gently touching where it hurt. She hurt in other, unfixable ways. Those weren't worth mentioning. "Yeah. Yeah I am." She said softly, lookimg down. She didnt deserve him. She was a horrid person.

Nathaniel sputtered, outraged. "I don't pity you, sayor! What's wrong with her? Is it wrong for me to love you because I just do? She doesn't know what' she's talking about, sayor, we both know that! You're forever mine, and I'm not going to leave you just because she said those things...!" He declared angrily, his tone changing from its normal sweetness to a bitter one. "You're not like your mother. You're far from it. I don't even seen the comparison, sayor! Lets go home, get you wrapped up," he said firmly, briskly walking sayor towards the car. He had picked up his backpack in the locker room briefly, joining sayor again as he placed a protective arm around her waist. It really wasn't okay.

Sayor shook her head. It was easy to say that she was wrong. That Paisley had no idea what she was talking about. Sayor knew that in her head, but in her heart, it was the opposite.
"Im a loser Nathan! Did you see your friends disappointed looks when you chose me? They think your crazy for even wanting to be around me!" Sayor replied. "Thats why she is convinced you are dating me because you pity me. Everyone is." She felt so...broken. Paisley had succeeded. Sayor zipped up her jacket, running her fingers through her hair. "My mom hurt people beyond repair with her words, and that's what I just did Nathan. I hue her. Beyond repair." She replied, shaking her head. She was just like her mom. The crazy, selfish, brat, that raised her, was now just like her. "Ok." She said softly, taking a shaky breath as he led her to her car. She heard muffled, heartbroken sobs coming from the other side of the car. Paisley. Sayor cringed, and placed a hand on her cheek. As paisley stood, they could see her mascara streaked cheeks, the complete and utter despair and loneliness evident on her face. She spotted Nathan and Sayor, and hr face turned hard as she gave Sayor a hard glare, and climbed into the car without another word. Sayor knew her life would be miserable now. She had no doubts. Whatsoever.

Nathaniel felt something inside of him snap, Sayors new attitude and paisley e dramatics making him agitated. All the excitement for his faces were gone, vanished, as he stumruggled in vain to convince sayor otherwise. "Sayor Dunkley, you say one more word about being like your mother, and I'll-" he cut himself off, heaving a frustrated sigh. "What's gotten into you? Where's the strong sayor I know? You can't let paisley change your mid about everything!" He growled, crossing his arms in demand in front of sayor. "Look, say... I love you, and nothing's changed. You're not your mother, you're better than her. Prove paisley wrong," he begged, taking her by the arms softlyz

Sayor shook her head, flinching as he became aggravated. The things Paisley said caused something in Sayor to break. To make her feel like she was a lost cause. Its a wonderful why Nathan bothers with a girl like you Paisley had swore at her, called her pathetic, weak, worthless. It went to far close to home. Her words triggered memories that Sayor fought hard to keep hidden. She was having a breakdown. "She said things to me that hit to close to home. Triggered memories I have fought hard to keep hidden. I just feel so...broken." Her voice cracked as she fought back tears, the lump in her throat getting harder to swallow. Build those walls Sayor. Dont feel. Conceal. She looked up as he stepped in front of her. She looked so broken. So hurt...it wasnt funny. "I love you Nath....but I don't know how to prove her wrong....when it feels like she is so right." Sayor said softly, just wanting to go home. Go home and cuddle in his arms like she did when she had nightmares when she was staying with him, or right after she almost died. She just needed him.

Nathaniel sighed, feeling lost as what to do with sayor. He took her into his arms wordlessly, his racing tank top pressed against her cheek as he buried her head in his shoulder. It almost broke him to see sayor so upset, simple words causing her to break down like This. It scared him. Disturbed him. "Lets go home, it's getting cold," Nathan finally proposed, lifting his head and opening Sayors door for her. He threw his backpack in the back seats, releasing sayor ice again.

Sayor wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his shoulder. She would be ok in a while. They both knew it. But all that would happen was she would end up bottling these feelings and storing them away for when she really let it all out. She wouldnt fully recover, but she would be in nearly the exact same shape as she was before. She just need a little comfort. A little tenderness. That was all. Sayor nodded, breathing heavily as she climbed into the drivers seat. "Are you coming to my house?" She asked softly, glancing at the time. It was nearly dinner time for him, the time she usually took him home. But she didnt want him to go home. He could stay at her house for a while....she was home alone anyway. Except for Rugger, the dog she got for her birthday. Hudson had some kind of a leadership training in Chicago for a week...and she was stuck alone. Sayor pulled out of the driveway slowly m, her breath still shaky as they passed Paisley once more. She looked awful, but conpletely unharmed. Unlike Sayor who had a swollen cheek, a huge purple bruise on her shoulder and back, and a small headache from getting her hair pulled so hard. Brat. Thats what Paisley was. A Brat.

Nathan glanced at the time on the clock, adjusting his running shorts. "I don't want to go home, not yet," he protested, having been adjusted to always going to Sayors house afters chill no matter what. He also had some comforting to do, to make certain that his sayor was stable before he left her. "That is, if you're comfortable with me staying a while...?" He asked gently, jot wanting to push things. Sayor was already sensitive, and didnt need any more badgering. As they passed paisley in the parking lot, Nathan gave the blonde a look of such hatred, before the jeepnwhizzednby.