Chapter Six: Hate is a Strong Word.


I grab my phone and start to dial the number that was scribbled on the piece of paper I held in my hands.

I didn't even get to hear the dial tone when she picked up.


"Hi Lea, this is Ash."

"Hey Ash, how's it going?" she asks me.

"I'm alright. Are you doing anything now?"

"I'm not. Any reason in particular?"

I rub my hand on the back of my neck. "I've decided to take you up on that offer."

"Oh, yay! Alright, what do you want to do?"

"Well since its 8pm, how about we just stay at my house and watch TV or a movie?"

"Sounds good," she says in a cheerful voice.

"So do I pick you up… now?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm practically ready. I live on 37 Rosenberg Rd."

"That's great. Sorry for calling you so last minute, but I kind of need the company right now."

"Oh, no, it's fine, really. I'm glad you called." I have to admit, that made me smile, and that's been rare lately.

"Alright, I'll be there soon," I say as I hang up.

I smile again as I take my car keys and walk out the front door.


When we get back, I take her downstairs to the basement. It's referred to by Paul and I as the rec. rooms since 75% of the basement belong to us, the rest in the winery. Our parents never come down to the rec. rooms; it's strictly for Paul and I.

It's very guy-like; pool table, bar, a huge 72" TV, and a line of arcade games to say the least.

"Wow, this place is amazing!" Lea comments.

"Thanks," I reply.

That's when an awkward silence surrounds us.

"Let's watch TV," she suggests.

"Yeah," I agree as I grab the remote. We both sit down on the couch rather close to each other. I turn on the TV and go to the guide to select a channel.

"Click on the Berlitz Ball!" she says excitedly.

Oh no.

I'm on alert mode as I hope it isn't the masquerade ball. I tried to remember if there were any cameras that night.


"Huh? Oh." I go to the channel where it plays the Berlitz Ball.

"You like the Berlitz?" I ask.

"Well yeah, Dawn is my best friend."

Oh snap. Will my dad ever have my head if he finds out there is a Berlitz supporter in the house. He will go a-wall.

"Oh, I didn't know that…"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Not unless my dad finds out. I mean, we are huge rival families."

She just looks down and then goes back to looking at the TV.

I finally click on the channel. It's that stupid TV reporter guy from TENEWS, John Fillis.

I really don't like that guy.

"Ah, and look at the beautiful Ms. Dawn herself finally making her appearance!" The camera shifts to Dawn making her way down the stairs. "She looks beautiful," Lea comments on her best friend.

"And who's the man joining her- could it be?" He gasps, and so do I, "Paul Sicara!"

"WHAT!" I practically yell at the TV. Lea looks at me.

"Well isn't this unexpected," says John.

My mouth and eyes are wide open. I cannot believe my eyes. "What is he doing?!"



I almost freeze when John Fillis' camera man points his camera at me as John Fillis wears his shocked expression.

"Take my hand," Dawn mumbles to me.

I looked at her, shocked. "What?"

"Do it."

I grab her hand and lead her down the rest of the stairs.

Fillis comes running. I hate that guy.

"Does this mean that there is a truce?"

"Not exactly," answers Dawn.

"Well then," Fillis turns to me, "why are you here?"

I freeze. Dawn looks at me worried, then her eyes widen; she has a plan.

"No comment," she says with a wink as she leads me away from Fillis.

That could have meant so much.

When we get far enough from Fillis, I ask, "Dawn, what did that mean?"

She shrugs. "I don't know, let them think whatever they want," she says in an annoyed tone as she walks towards the doors that lead to the outside.

I should
I shouldn't
I should
I shouldn't

Ugh, whatever.

I follow her outside with a few feet of distance between us. When I step outside, I see her leaning on the balcony.

"I hate him," she says, not facing me. I guess she heard me come in.


"Yes." Her voice was low. I walk to her side and also lean on the balcony.

"And now it's all my fault. I'm so sorry." This made me turn my head towards her, she didn't spare a glance my way though, she kept gazing straight ahead.

"What is your fault?" I hate that about girls; their incomplete answers that make us guys look stupid when we don't get it.

"The way I handled that!" She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"How was I supposed to know that?!"

She pauses. "Sorry, okay! I just don't want to see us as the new couple on the front page trying to keep it a secret."

And now I see.

I look away annoyed. That's when I get a text from Ash.

: What did you do?! Dad is about to go over there and rip your head off!

: I'm getting closer to them.

: "You're shaking hands with the enemy," says dad.

: I'm doing what he wanted!

I'm so upset. I turn to Dawn, "Why did you do that?!"

"I wasn't thinking."

"So now I'm on your side?"

"On my- you wanted this!"

"I didn't ask for that!" I say angrily as I point inside.

"I don't want that either. Believe me; the last thing I want to be is in a relationship with a Sicara!" she yells back.

I was taken aback, that stung bad. Not that she didn't like me, that she used my name to depict me.

I said nothing as I walked back inside.

I hate her
I hate him
I hate her
I hate him
I hate her
I hate him
I hate…


I hate him!

Who does he think he is! I tell him that I'm sorry and he snaps at me. He's just proving me right. Why would I want to be in a relationship with him?

Stupid guy

I drop my pride. "Stupid me," I mumble.

I decide that I should go talk to him. I was slightly out of line with that whole "Sicara" thing.

I sigh as I head inside to go find him.

I scan the whole ballroom and I can't find him. I'm guessing he went to his room or something. So I head upstairs to the doors of his room, and knock.*


Check anyway? Yes.

I open the door regardless of the silence. "Paul?"

"What do you want?" he asks in a low voice. I didn't miss the ireful undertone it held.

"I guess to apologize." I step in and close the door. He's sitting at the edge of his bed, his eyes closed.

"Do you even know what you're apologizing for?" Does he really want an answer?

"I was out of line."

He chuckles darkly, which actually makes me nervous. "You don't even know what you're apologizing for."

This guy is getting on my last nerve! "Oh please Paul, you spazzed out at me for no reason."

"No reason?" He gets up to his feet and walks towards me, "if we're on tomorrow's headlines that says anything of us being secretly together, you'd better be sorry."

I glare at him, "did you seriously not hear me before? I do not want to be in a relationship with you!" I drop my anger, "I'd be way to upset at myself if I let that happen." I look down.

"Why?" Oh, so now he's interested.

"If you must know, I've been trying really hard for this guy to like me back, and now that I think something might happen, this happens. It's like fate doesn't want us together," I shoot him a stern look, "you won't be the only one affected by this Paul, you won't be affected at all. Unless you've forgotten Paul, you wanted to get revenge on your father," I step closer to him until our chests practically touch, "unless this was all some lie."

"N-no, it's just… it's just I forget, okay! I was his perfect child for the longest time, the change is hard," he goes back to sit on his bed, "sorry."

I sat down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Paul, he threw you into the streets because you came here. No parent should ever do that."

He just shrugged. "Hey Paul, I doubt we'll be on the cover of any magazine," I said hopefully.

"I hope you're right." He gave me a small smile, though it was very small, I still saw it.

"You know," I said with a small laugh, "we aren't helping potential rumours by staying up here in your room all night."

His eyes go wide, "crap, it's true!"

I laugh, "Let's go downstairs and dance."

And that we do; it was just like that night at my masquerade ball –minus the making out.

I hesitate to tell him that it was me he was dancing with –and kissing- at the masquerade ball, but I decide against it. What he doesn't know won't kill him.

Author's Note: Sorry I took a while. Even though I have a few future chapters already written, I'm having a hard time with the chapter I'm at now, which is chapter 10. I've been stuck on it for a while :/.

Yes, Paul and Dawn had a small fight in this chapter, but next chapter, lo and behold, ikarishipping will make it's appearance :)!

Also, sorry this chapter is rather short, the next one is longer :)!

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