fandomhigh | Study Hall: 12/1

Paige notices Phoebe and walks over, "Hey Piper said you were ill over thanksgiving, how are you?"

Phoebe looks up. "I'm doing better, still a little weak, but Cole took me someplace warm on Saturday and I'm doing better." She tilts her head. "How about you?"

"I'm okay...Sawyer and I were fighting again but we're doing okay now. Just a little stressed with all the work I have to get done before the end of term, other than that yeah I'm okay."

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Phoebe bites her bottom lip.

"Paige? Have you considered taking a break from Sawyer...from men in general and from alcohol?"

She smirks just a little, "we're okay, honestly, we just...rub each up the wrong way sometimes, but serious we're fine now. And well you know I hardly drink anymore, just when I'm upset."

Phoebe shakes her head. "No, you're not alright. You're on the radio almost every other night, either drinking or fighting with Sawyer. You're out of control, Paige."

Phoebe looks at her seriously. "We're the Charmed Ones, we have responsibilties. We have enemies. If you keep going the way you're going, some enemy will see you as a weakness in the Charmed Ones and try to exploit that weakness."

She raises an eyebrow, it was so nice to know her own sister believed everything she heard on the radio. Of course she'd heard stuff too, but didn't really want to bring them up much.

"you believe everything you hear then? Thanks for that, anyway you have Prue don't you? If anything happens to me, or when I get my powers bound."

"Sawyer and I are fine, I found out something I didn't want to but it's okay now."

"It's not what I hear that concerns me, but what I see," Phoebe snaps back at her. "I'm not looking to replace you with Prue. I'm trying to look out for you and for Piper. You're my sister, damn it."

She would ask how she'd seen anything given she spent all her time with Bel or helping inncoents without her, but she's really not in the mood for fight so she doesn't, she just shakes her head again.

"I'm fine Phoebe okay? Sawyer loves me and we've sorted everything out now and if you need me, well you know where I am, at least til I'm bound, I just didn't think you really didn't me here."

She sighs, "I'm gonna go do my homework now, see you later."

"Paige...you're doing the same thing with Sawyer that you did with Geoff...it hurts to see you hurting yourself. It hurts to hear about what you're doing --- and not just from the radio." Phoebe sighs. "And everytime someone who cares about you says something you don't want to hear, you runaway again."

"Phoebe, I'm not hurting myself, honestly, so I had a few glasses of wine when I was upset, it was the first time in ages! He looks after me okay? We just argue sometimes."

"Paige, you guys argue all of the time! You're using alcohol as a crutch, not to mention that you are just as underage as I am." She looks at her sister. "You picked a fight with his room because you had been drinking. You're becoming the Pariah of the school and at some point, you're going to get seriously hurt. You started doing this after Parents Weekend...and how do you think Grams would feel about all of this if she could see you right now?"

Phoebe runs a hand through her hair. "I'm worried about you, Piper is worried about you. You're not okay and you're not just fine."

Sawyer wanders into Study Hall, he first sees Boone and Maia talking; a sudden anger raises up in him until he spots Paige looking rather distraught while talking to her sister. He makes his way over, "What's goin' on here, Paige? You want to..leave?" he glances over at Phoebe and then to Paige, really befuddled as to what was going on.

Phoebe frowns at Sawyer. Great, just fucking great.

"I'm trying have a discussion with my sister because I'm worried about her." Phoebe says with a warning in her tone. "Can you please give us some privacy?"

Phoebe is trying to smile, really.

He raises a brow at her snappy attitude, no wonder they wouldn't ever get along. He scoffs and places an arm around Paige's waist, "Ain't goin' anywhere." he smiles stiffly down at Phoebe.

She wraps her arm around Sawyer and looks at him, "Phoebe's worried about how much we fight, she thinks I'm gonna end up hurting myself" she says then turns to he sister.

"he won't hurt me anymore Phoebe, we've sorted everything out now and I trust him, don't worry." se pauses, "if it'd make you happier I'll give you my flask of wine so you'll know I'm not drinking."

"You trusted Geoff, too, and those other guys," she looks from Paige to Sawyer and then back to Paige. "You guys are always fighting and he makes you cry, often. One of the reasons you want to get your powers bound is because of him." Phoebe glares at Sawyer and it's obvious that that's the main reason she doesn't like him. "I'll take the flask, Paige, and Piper and I are calling Grams, too."

Phoebe looks sadly at her sister. "You're ging to get hurt and you won't let your family help you, Paige. That hurts."

She shakes her head, "I thought that was what he wanted but he doesn't he doesn't mind about me being a witch and yes he's made me cry, but he's also been there for me, everytime I've needed him, he's never turned me away and he's always listened to me," a tear rolls down her cheek and she hugs him tighter.

"You were the one that said I should fight for him because I love him, so that's what I'm doing."

Sawyer remains silent and steadfast at her side, he doesn't let her go as he glares back at her sister, she was a real bitch and he didn't like her very much.

Arg. All's fair in love and war.

Phoebe looks at Sawyer, she hates him and it's because of everytime he has made Paige cry. She happens to think he's a real bastard, after all, she knew what he did to that blonde girl, Illyana. Hell, everybody in the school knew what he had done to Illyana. Phoebe does not want that to happen to her sister.

"Yeah, I told you to fight for him if you loved him. However, that was before I realized that everytime you got upset with him you were going to try to drown yourself in the nearest alcohol bottle you could find and pick fights."

"Pick fights? With who?" Paige really has no idea what she's talking about and she's sick of this now, if her sisters cared that much maybe they'd not be asking everyone else to help them out with Crowley and Angel and all that, maybe one of them would ask her to help, but if they didn't tell her how was she supposed to know they needed her. She only found out what was happening from the radio and it was too late by then.

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Cole had been silent for awhile, but now he stood up, giving Sawyer a dark look, silently warning him not to interfere.

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Cole, still sitting beside Phoebe, looked over at Paige, biting his tongue. Finally, he sighed, and looked at Phoebe with a "Sorry, I gotta say it" look on his face.

"Paige, the entire school thinks you're a drunken slut," he said. "You change boyfriends as often as you change clothes, and you drink like vodka like it's water. Phoebe's right. If a demon ever comes to take you and your sisters out, he's going to come for you first. Dress himself up with a pretty face and you'll be in his bed in about five second flat. Then he'll rip out your heart and take it back to the Source." He gave her a disgusted look. "You're a disgrace to your heritage. The demonic world has little to fear from you. Have a little respect for yourself and your sisters and clean your act up."

She just shakes her head, "like I said just as well I'm not really needed then isn't it. If you'll excuse me I'm gonna go back to the attic to do my homework," Yeah she'd be much better off if she was going out with demon!

"Truth hurts, doesn't it, Paige?" Cole said. "From what I see, your sisters want to love you and help you, but you make it awfully hard when you're embarrassing them every other night."