A/N: Please don't be mad at how long this update has been. My reasons are mainly coursework and the fact that I keep on getting writer's block. I am sorry. Please forgive me.

Part 12

Paul ran his hand across the girl's arm. He leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. He was sat in his shining sapphire car at an empty car park. He ran his fingers through her long blonde hair and kissed her neck, muttering:

"Hmm…Aimee…what are you doing next week?" Paul moved and ran his hand down her waist. Aimee broke the kiss and looked at Paul with her big gleaming eyes.

"Paul…you seem kinda different tonight…are you okay?" Aimee asked, holding Paul's hand in her own. Paul felt a loathing in his heart for a moment. She was just like the other girls. Not ready to commit, but ready enough to sleep with any boy that they came across. Paul knew that there were more girls that weren't like this, but it just seemed to him every girl that he had ever met and dated, wanted him just for one night and weren't ready for much else.

"I'm okay. I just feel spaced." Paul replied, moving forward to kiss Aimee's neck. She let him and he began to nuzzle it. He moved his hand up into her hair again and let his exhilaration increase. He smoothed the glimmering red locks softly. Paul moved away suddenly, had he just imagined that Aimee had red locks? He looked at her with surprise. She had blonde hair, nowhere near as sharp as the colour he'd just imagined; in fact the only person who came close to having that colour hair was Tessa. Aimee looked at him again, worry and disappointment with herself entering her eyes. Paul sighed and moved back towards Aimee. He kissed her mouth softly and moved down to kiss the skin beneath her chin, Aimee placed her hand on his leg and he began muttering:

"Hmm…Aimee…hmm…that's it…hmm…Aimee…hmm…hmm…Tessa." Aimee broke away from him. She searched his face.

"Tessa?" She said, sounding slightly hurt.

"I said Tessa." Paul coughed.

"Who's Tessa, Paul?" Aimee replied, moving away from Paul, pain etching on her face. He leaned forward, but Aimee moved back.

"Nobody." Paul whispered quietly, turning away from Aimee.

"I don't think she's nobody Paul…who is she, Paul? Your girlfriend?" Aimee spat, getting angrier by the minute. Paul looked at her, anger boiling in his head. How dare she speak about Tessa like that?

"She's not my fucking girlfriend. She's just my c-cousin…I'm sorry. I just remembered I owe her something, that's all." Paul quickly lied. Aimee calmed down a little, her shoulders slouching.

"You remembered you owed your cousin something, while getting ready to screw me." Aimee murmured. Paul used all his might to cover up the scowl her crudeness had just caused.

"Yes…okay…I know it was a silly time for me to remember something like that." Paul muttered softly. Aimee smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips on Paul's. She separated, a smile on her face.

"I've got to go in a moment…that bitch Mrs. Rowanwood set us that bloody essay and I haven't even started it yet. My parents are going to kill me if she tells them I haven't handed anything in." Aimee snarled, slumping back against the car window.

Paul felt something boil inside his blood. Aimee was acting as if Mrs. Rowanwood was some kind of evil person, but Paul knew her. To Paul, Mrs. Rowanwood was a special woman, a great woman, a beautiful woman. Paul snapped to attention, Tessa muddling his thoughts.

"I can't stand the silly cow. I swear if I saw her on the street, I'd smash her head in." Aimee growled. Paul's rage couldn't be contained any longer and he opened the car door.

"Get out." Paul said, his voice wavering with rage.

"What?" Aimee coughed.

"I said get out." Paul muttered, turning to face Aimee. Her eyes bulged out from her face, shock entering her face.

"Why?" Aimee squealed, grabbing hold of her coat.

"Because I can't stand whiny little girls. Mrs. Rowanwood might set a lot of work, but she's only trying to help us." Paul replied angrily. Aimee pulled a look of disgust.

"I can't believe you're standing up for her. What are you? Some kind of teacher's pet." Aimee yelled angrily.

"I can't believe I almost slept with you. You're such a slut and you talk absolute crap. Get out of my car." Paul bellowed back at Aimee. She immediately burst into tears and ran out of the car, taking her coat and bag with her. Paul closed the door, placed his hands on the steering wheel and rested his eyes. He took a deep breath in and then out. All this had been caused by his inability to stop thinking of Tessa, but she was so much older than him. Paul wasn't sure if her age actually meant anything to him or even the fact that she was a teacher. He could not get her out of his mind.

There was only one thing Paul felt he could do.

He had to see Tessa.