HELLO! I'M BACK! I TOLD YOU I WASN'T GIVING UP ON THIS STORY YET! :D Sorry it took so long but i didn't get a new computer and i didn't clean my old one soo I never got around

to writing my stories! Sorry! :( BUT, my dad is a gracious man so he gave me his laptop to keep! Since he got a new one! SO NOW I CAN UPDATE! YAY! :D So here is the next chapter

to Why is it so difficult for you to love me? Hope you guys enjoy! :)

JPOV

I woke up with dry eyes. I've been crying all night because of the inconsiderate prick called Paul. God, why was I cursed with this stupid problem? Thinking back to the night earlier, I had Paul's

face drift through my mind when I was yelling at him. He looked so ticked off at first, then he looked vulnerable and sad. I didn't like the way I felt about that. I was supposed to enjoy seeing

him upset. I was supposed to like the fact that he got a taste of his own medicine. But instead... I kind of felt like shit to be honest. Who am I kidding? This is Paul! I'm not supposed to

feel sorry for him! He deserved everything I said to him!

I jumped out of bed quickly and changed for school. My outfit consisted of dark skinny jeans, my black all-star converse, an off the shoulder white t-shirt, and my black leather jacket over top.

I examined myself in the mirror. I didn't look too bad, I guess.

"Janie! Hurry your fat ass up!" Emma hollered from downstairs. I rolled my eyes at her choice of words. I wasn't fat! How rude!

"I'm coming dipshit!" I hollered back. I took the steps two at a time practically racing towards the kitchen. Emma was there dressed in mini shorts and a v-neck t-shirt and flipflops. Her hair was

curled today.

"Could your ass be hanging out any more from those shorts?" I asked her sarcastically as I saw how short her shorts her. It's as if she tried to fit on a pair from when she was in like fifth grade.

She rolled her eyes at me and smiled a fake smile. "Ha ha. You're so funny. What about your outfit? Biker chick much?"

"Just because I'm wearing a leather jacket does not mean that I'm a biker chick." I sneered. She scoffed. "Whatever. Let's just go." We grabbed our bags and got in my car. The drive was silent

and I kind of enjoyed it until Emma interrupted it. "Are you all right?" She asked quietly, as she examined my face with a look of concern. I sighed and said, "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well... the other night... that was kind of intense." She looked at me as if I should know why she was asking me if I was okay or not. I sighed again and dropped my head back onto the head rest.

"Honestly, I don't even care anymore. Paul's a douche. We'll never be friends again like we were before. Leave it at that."

"But-" She started to say and I practically slammed my fist against the steering wheel. "Emma, just let it go!"

She simply nodded and looked out her window.

Finally we parked the car and got out. She didn't even bother to say bye or have a nice day. I feel like such a bitch. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Let's just get this day over with. I walked into

the school and of course, the first thing I saw was the Lapush gang. Then he turned around. God, he looked so hot. He was dressed in dark, baggy jeans, and a simple black t-shirt that hugged his muscles

tightly. I held my head high and stomped past them. I didn't go too far though since someone decided to grab my arm and spin me around. I gasped at the feeling of the hand. I felt an electric shock when

this person touched me. I looked up to see who did. Paul.

Of course.

He stood there staring at me for a while and I was starting to get irritated. "Can I help you?" I snapped. That seemed to make him come back out of his little fantasy. He blinked fast a few times then stuttered.

"Uh... uhhmm-"

"I don't have time for this shit Paul." And I turned to walk again but he called out, "Wait, Janie!" I like the way he says my name. Huh? Where are all these weird thoughts coming from? I'm acting like

a little school girl with a crush. I sound like Emma.

He stopped in front of me. I tried to go around him but he blocked every direction I went. I sighed. "Paul, I need to get to my locker."

"Just hear me out. Okay?" He pleaded. He looked so desperate that I decided to give it a shot. "What."

"Okay. I just wanted to say I'm sorry." He just stood there for about 10 seconds looking at me expectingly. "Well...are you gonna say something or what?"

"You're sorry?" I asked dangerously low voice. His eyes went slightly wider."Uhm...yes?" It was more of a question then a statement.

"That's it! You're sorry? 'sorry' doesn't even cut it Paul! A year. A year, Paul! And all you could say is sorry and you think i'm going to crawl right back to you like your seasons-come-and-go

girls? No! It doesn't work that way! I'm not some poor naive, little girl. I know what's right for me and having you OR Jared in my life is not the right thing at the moment. Who knows? Maybe

somewhere down along the road I will forgive you. But when you're ready to actually make a decent apology to me, give me a call...unless you forgot my number seeing as how you oh so

graciously forgot about me for 365 days." I replied coldly. He glared at me.

"I said I was sorry and you repay with me that stupid speech? Why can't you just accept it and move on!" He snarled.

"Give me a break, Paul." I scoffed and shook my head. I walked around him and headed to my locker. I looked over my shoulder to see him looking at me with an ice cold glare. I waved my fingers

at him provoking him. I knew Paul hated being provoked. In all honesty though, it was fun.

POV

I can't believe it. I apologized! I don't understand what more she wants! I said I was sorry and she automatically went psycho godzilla on me. What the hell? When she was out of my sight I punched a locker

close to me. It attracted a lot of the students' attention but I didn't care. I heard a lot of laughter and looked up to see my boys coming down the hall.

"Yo Paul! What up?" Brady called out. I rolled my eyes." Nothing. " I snapped.

"Woah. You're not in a good mood." He replied. "No shit!" I snapped sarcastically. "It's Paul. When he is ever in a good mood?" Jared asked them with a smirk.

"Wipe that smirk off your face before I wipe it off for you." I growled. He put his hands up in mock-surrender. "Oh, I'm so scared. What are you going to do? Bite me, pup?" He laughed.

I let it go though because I was too pissed off at Janie. Or myself. Or both. Hell, I don't know. This whole damn situation is so confusing. I sighed heavily and slid down the locker wall I was leaning against.

"What's wrong man?" Embry asked. I looked up at them all and noticed they were all looking down at me with wary expressions. I took a deep breath before saying," I talked to Janie."

"No shit!"

"Really man?"

"How'd it go?"

"Did she jump into your arms? Haha."

They all started asking me so many questions at once. "Shutup!" I yelled. They all shutup and so did everyone else in the hall. I gave them all a glare and that made them continue on with their

pointless lives. "She didn't accept my apology."

"Oh shit man. That blows." Quil murmered. "Tell me about it." I muttered and ran a hand through my hair. "Well what'd you say to her?"

"I said I'm sorry." They looked at me as if I grew another head. "What?" I shouted.

"That's all you said? That you were sorry?" Jared asked me. I groaned. "Man, not you too. She said the same thing. She said sorry doesn't cut it. What the hell does she want me to do then?"

Janie was one confusing chick. Damn her.

"Well that's why she didn't accept your apology dude!" Collin exclaimed. "What are you talking about?"

Jared scoffed. "Come on man, think about it! You haven't spoken to this girl in over a year now. You totally ditched her, ignored her, never called her anymore, never hung out, and now that you did notice

her, you have been a complete dick to her. Of course sorry doesn't cut it."

"Shutup Jared! You were a really good friend of hers too! Don't just blame this shit on me. You were the one who ditched her too!" I sneered at him. His face fell. He looked hurt and upset.

"You're right. I was a complete dick. I admit it. And I will apologize to her. But Paul, think about it. She needs more then just two sorry ass words. Of course that sorry didn't cut it. It barely ever sounds like

someone means it when they say I'm sorry. You gotta show her you mean it. Take her out somewhere. Make a real apology. The girl lost a best friend."

It was silent after Jared's little speech. He took this as a time to cut in through the silence. "Oh yeah. I can cut deep."

We all kind of chuckled at him. "You're right man. Shit. I always screw things up with her. I don't get it! She's just so damn beautiful and frusturating and sarcastic and mean and I love everythig about it! Shit, look at me. Using words like love." I smirked at the thought of loving Janie. Physically and emotionally.

"Yeah, no offence but you kind of sound like Sam now. " Jacob said. And I honestly didn't care. Right now, I just had to make things right with Janie. And I will.

FINITO! Okay, I know short chapter but that's because my fingers hurt! and I really wanna update now so I can show you guys im not loafting on these stories! Hope you liked it! Review!

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