[ "Suze." Paul had taken his hand down from his face, so that I could see that his eye was not, as I had hoped, dangling out of its socket. It just looked red. "At least let me drive you home."Takes place right after Suze goes to Paul's house in Haunted.
Just to jog your memory:
"No thank you," I called to him, pausing to slip on my Jimmy Choos. "I prefer to walk."
"Suze," Paul said. "It's like five miles from here to your house."
"Never speak to me again, please," I said, and started walking, hoping he wouldn't try to follow me. Because of course if he did, and attempted to kiss me again, there was a very good chance I would kiss him back. I knew that now. Knew it only too well. ]
I tried not to look back, but come on, I couldn't help it. It so reminded me of those horror flicks that you watch and you're screaming to the screen "NO, don't look back. Run, idiot." And they always look back. And I always think, what good is that going to do them? If the guy is going faster he's going to catch up to you sooner because you slowed down to look back. And if he's not, well you might be a little relieved, but what good is that going to do you? You won't be running for you're life anymore, so, duh, he's going to catch you.
But I admit it. It was a reflex, I HAD to look back. I guess I just had to know. I mean, what do you expect? I'm just going to run along, fra-la-la-la-la. I don't think so. So I looked back. And then I immediately regretted it. I guess that's what always happens when you look back. Either you see them not follow and get all embarrassed because they saw you look, or you see them follow you and get freaked out. God, when will I ever learn?
I saw him go down the stairs. It was weird, I assumed for him to rush down them or have some kind of rush in his stature. Or even walk down them slowly, so as to not upset me or something. But nothing. There was nothing in the way he went down he stairs. I couldn't tell how he was feeling. It's always like that with him. I can never tell what is going on in his head.
I didn't know how to react to that. I mean, I have to have something. How can I react to him just walking down his stairs? How could I scream at him for that? I had no idea what to do. I decided to wait until he came closer to me. If I could not yell at him for following me (well, I already had. I saw no point in yelling some more, especially because all he was doing was going down the stairs but whatever) than I could certainly yell at him for invading my personal bubble.
I heard him stroll over towards me. "I thought I said I didn't need a ride," I sneered at him. I hoped he couldn't tell that I was freaking out because not only did I not know what was going through his pretty little head, but I also had no idea how I was going to manage getting home.
He caught up to me. "Suze, you know that you need a ride. Please, let me take you."
"I don't need your help." I huffed at him.
He put his hand on my shoulder. "Please? Come on." There was something about the way he did it and the way he asked me to go with him. It was very different than the way he usually talked to me. There was no sense of his self-confidence in his voice. He almost sounded hurt. I guess I had completely rejected him, I could understand how that felt.
He turned me around and looked at me with his blue eyes. They seemed to be darker than usual. Even though the sun was shining right into them, the paleness in them was gone. "Wait for me right here okay? It will take you hours to walk home from here. I can't let you torture yourself like that." I had to admit he was right. I had myself been wondering how I was going to make it home with my Jimmy Choos on. I would be majorly pissed if I ruined them. Then he went on, "I really am sorry for what I said about Jesse." And then he walked off to towards his car. I had no other choice, I waited impatiently.
He drove up and smiled, "come on."
I couldn't help thinking that if he tried anything I could easily get out of the car. I groaned, "Fine," and got in.
Paul smiled. "Okay, we're set?"
"Yeah," I said, buckling up. Hey, I wasn't taking any chances. Besides, you're supposed to anyway.
The ride home was surprisingly quiet. Paul just drove, and I silently thanked him for that. Finally we turned onto my street and rolled up near my house.
Paul got out before I could even unbuckle. What was he doing? It was so weird, it all happened so fast. I couldn't imagine what he could be doing. No way was he walking me to my house. I am a big girl and I don't need any help, especially from him. Especially now, after how freaked out I was.
But then, he did something really weird. He opened the door for me. I got out carefully, not taking my eyes off of him, and he closed the door.
There was a weird moment between us. It was only a fraction of a second but very freaky. Paul was acting so weird. Had I affected him that much? Well, truth of the matter I didn't really care. I was itching to go home and collapse on my bed. "Well, cya," I said after our awkward moment.
Then Paul put his hand on the car —It didn't really alarm me, his hand was on the other side of me, so it wasn't blocking my way to my house— and said "Suze?"
I stopped. I have no idea why; I guess I felt kind of bad for rejecting him so in-your-face kind of way. "Yeah?"
Paul almost looked like he wasn't going to ask anything. But he regained—whatever it is he regained, courage I have no clue—and asked, "Where did I go wrong?"
I had no clue what he was talking about, so I couldn't help giving a confused look.
"How come you never liked me?" he asked. "I mean you never really gave me a chance."
I had never seen this side of Paul before. "I don't know what to say Paul....I'm sorry."
"But what I don't get is...well I know you like me, but you..."
I cut him off. "You seemed pretty sure of why in you bedroom."
"I want to hear the reason from you," he said moving an inch closer to me.
When I didn't say anything he went on, "Why don't we just give it one last try? If you don't have any feelings for me....well...all you have to do is stop me."
I got all hot. This was new. He seemed to really want to know how I felt, instead of guessing himself. I guess he got fed up with trying to figure it out and decided just to be straightforward and ask.
I didn't know what I should do. I started to think about letting him. I mean would it be so bad? Let him think he had me, and maybe he would lay off Jesse and not be so persistent with me. I thought about a million things, anything, anything but that maybe deep down I wanted him to kiss me. Not that. No way. It was impossible....
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