Hello there. This is yet another story for pearlshipping! :D Well, one shot to be exact.

Readers: Again?!

Yes, again, haha. I'm obsessed with this shipping like crazy! (And with Dawn, of course) Oh, and the biggest thanks goes to those readers who voted for my story! Thank you! I'm now a Pearlshipping Master!

Reader: Seems kinda cheesy to me…

Pheh, whatever, I worked really hard! (Like 6 days to be exact.)

Anyways without further ado, here's the fic! I do not own Pokemon. Story is in Dawn's POV.

I hated him with all my heart. He just stood there, smirking at me, with his arms crossed in an arrogant manner. I slightly growled at him, only making his grin grow larger. I furrowed my eyebrows and pouted, turning the other cheek. He was so full of himself and he thought he was better than everybody else. Ash Ketchum-the most popular adult in college. He was famous for looks and sass, but I didn't consider him, hot, as most people considered him to be. He was just an average guy…that I hated with all my life. To tell you the truth, he was a player and a cold hearted jerk. He hits on almost all the pretty girls in school (even female teachers), and I even heard rumours about awful rumours about him.

And the next girl he was hitting was yours truly. I, for one, don't and never will have an interest in him. He was the least of my expectations in boys. He figured I was playing hard to get, but I was dead serious. I guess he didn't expect a girl to be rejecting his offer for the first time. I definitely wasn't like most girls. I despised him. He just wasn't my type.

But that still didn't get him to stop flirting with me. He would constantly blow kissed in my direction to get my attention, or send love notes to me in class, or even try to touch me seductively. There was one day, he flirted with me yet again. I was standing by the lockers one day, taking out the books, and looking in the mirror. I was wearing a black tank-top blouse with a short pink skirt that went slightly above the knees. I closed the locker, to see him smiling at me, rather evilly.

"Hey, gorgeous." He flirted. I narrowed my eyes and scoffed.

"What do you want?" I asked, getting annoyed by the minute.

"Your number.." He said rather huskily. My eyes widened. He was just so disgusting.

"Please..that's cheesy and ridiculous." I said, which only made him smirk. I soon found him staring at me rather seductively and for a very long while. He looked at my spotless, charming face and his brown eyes went lower and lower and stopped at a specific position. He was constantly making glances at my chest area. I was feeling very uncomfortable now. How creepy could this guy get? He suddenly got closer and closer, surprisingly, making me nervous every second. I moved back slowly, until my back touched the lockers, with Ash in front of me. He stared at me again and I felt my cheeks burning a little..he was just mere inches away from my nose. My heart started to race and I felt my stomach churn.

Wait! I wasn't supposed to fall in love with this guy-he's a pervert! I was not like those other girls to fall easily into those hands. Before he got any closer, I put up my palm and with a great force, slapped him hard enough to be heard from a few other students in the distance. My palm was tingling and I could see the red finger marks on his cheek. He was surprised and had a shocked expression. But I was the one raging with anger.

"Listen you, and listen good! You had better not try anything here otherwise it's gonna get real ugly…and if you think that slap was bad, then you don't know me. You haven't witnessed my bad side yet, so you had better stay within your limits here." I said, pointing a finger at him. My head was shaking. His mood suddenly dropped and weird enough, he left. I sighed a breath of relief and proceeded with the rest of the day, hoping that this was over.

After that incident, he never bothered or even dared to even look at me again. I was so relieved and thankful for it. He had definitely learned his lesson. I bet he regretted ever flirting with me.

After a few more days, a mystery shocked the whole school, even me. Ash had been missing for almost one month. People assumed that it was sickness, family issues, dropouts of school, other influences and even kidnapping. When it was found out that he wasn't anywhere to be found or even at home, everyone grew worried. Even me. Yes, me, the girl who hated him with all her life, showed some feelings for this guy. It didn't matter that he was a pervert, he was also human and even I had some humane feelings for him.

I wanted to solve this mystery and hopefully unfold it. I searched almost everywhere in his locker, but no kind of clue to his departure was found. Why did he even leave? Is he ok? Where is he? Was..Was it because of me that he mysteriously disappeared? Maybe I had been too harsh that time. I couldn't think straight. He was just so complicated. I then went back to the classroom, looking at his desk. I sighed. I was getting worried and I had no idea why. I didn't even care about him before, and I hated him with a passion, and all of a sudden, I suddenly started to have regrets for what I did? I shouldn't…he deserved it for what he did to me. I laid down on the desk, closing my eyes, to lighten the mood. I suddenly felt something touching my hands when I placed it underneath the desk. From touching it, it felt like a piece of paper. I looked underneath it and saw a piece of paper taped to the underneath of the desk. My eyes widened and I took it out to read it.

Don't bother looking for me, anyone, because the moment you see this note, you'll already find out that I committed suicide. Due to my sorrows and grief, I just couldn't help myself, because I just lost the most hottest girl in my life. She was special and genuine, but couldn't care less about me. She hated me so much, so what was the point? If she's reading this right now, I hope you're happy because you don't have to see me for the rest of your life.

To whomever reads this. Peace!

Ash Ketchum

I slowly gasped when I read the paper and couldn't believe what was in there. Just tell me it was a lie or a devious prank that someone was playing. I started to quiver and my hands were trembling. Soon enough, a tear escaped my eye and onto my cheek. I…killed…Ash? This was all my fault; now I truly regretted my actions that day. Why couldn't I just let him kiss me? It would've been so much better than for him to commit suicide. I panted and panted, and I was still trembling over this.

"I'm..so…sorry, Ash." I whispered as I cried. I looked at up the ceiling imagining his face. I still imagined him flirting with me and staring at me. I wished he could somehow come back to me, and just tell me that everything was fine.

Before anyone noticed, I quickly hid the note in my bag where nobody could find it. I wouldn't anyone to know that I was the reason for Ash's death.

…I will always regret what I did to him…always…

Well, that's it. :)

Readers: What?! How can you end it like this? Are you mad? This is so sad…

Sorry, but this is supposed to be sad…unless you want me to write a two-shot so there can be a happy ending..;)

Review and tell me how it was and if you want a two-shot! :D