Hey my lovely readers! I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update, but I have SO MUCH WORK. Seriously. It's unbelievable. But, I'm taking time out of my hectic schedule to write some more for you charming peoples!
So we left Suze dragging Jake away from Paul, so avoid any more confrontations and Jake's just about having a heart attack because Suze is holding his hand. What a loser :D
But a very cute loser! Now lets not waste anymore time and GET ON WITH IT!
(Just so you can be aware, there's a lot of swearing in this part!)
Suze's POV
Jake dumped me in his car, slammed the door in my face and got in the drivers seat, his face livid.
"Jake, what the hell is your PROBLEM?" I started yelling at him, and Dopey covered his ears. "Oh go away" I shot at him, before returning my attention to Jake.
"I don't want my bloody sister hanging out with guys like that bastard!" He hit the steering wheel on the word 'bastard' to emphasise his point, whilst shouting just as loudly as I was.
"STEP-SISTER. And what's WRONG with Paul anyway? He's perfectly nice!" Actually, I didn't really know that, but what the heck, he probably was. Why was Jake going off on one about him? What had Paul ever done to him? Except ask out his step-sister to stop her from being dateless!
Wait a moment…
Oh my God! What if Jake was jealous? All of a sudden I was overcome with such joy and happiness I felt like I was going to drift off into the cloudless sky and start singing with the angels, if that could happen. Which I'm pretty sure it couldn't. But whatever. Seriously though? What if he was jealous? Did that mean he felt the same way about me as I do about him? Shit, what if he loved me! And he was trying to hide his feelings but he couldn't anymore! Yippee!
Okay I did not just say yippee.
"BECAUSE Suze, guys like that are only after one thing!" Jake interrupted my wacky thoughts. Oh he really does love me! He's worried about my innocence! Awww!
"SO? Has he tried anything with me? No. Has he even invited me back to his house? No. Was he trying to get on me back there? No he was NOT!" I glared at the back of Jake's head. Why can't he just admit to me that he likes me already? Then he won't have to worry about Paul destroying my 'innocence'! Even though I'm not really that innocent, hint hint…
Okay Suze. Rewind.
And shut up.
"OF COURSE HE WASN'T TRYING TO GET ON YOU BACK THERE, IT'S IN HIS CHARACTER TO BE SNEAKY!" Jake literally yelled three inches from my face, spraying me with spit. Eww.
"DUDE!" Dopey poked his head between mine and Jake's. "Keep your eyes on the fucking ROAD! And stop fucking yelling, I've got a headache and it's EMBARRASSING."
"Fuck off" Jake and I both snapped at him. "Ok," Jake took a deep breath. "Look Suze, just be bloody careful and I don't want you to go out with him, because he could DO stuff to you!"
Dopey started snorting with laughter in the backseat. "Yeah because everyone wants to do something to that dog!"
I turned around and sucker punched him in the stomach. Bastard.
Jake's POV
I felt my face redden at Brad's comment about Suze's looks, because of course I would love to do stuff to her...But I must remember she is my sister damnit. Anyway thank God those two didn't notice how red I was, because Suze was beating Brad to a pulp, as he was trying to drag her into the back to pull her hair out.
"GUYS! I'm trying to drive here! Stop rocking the car- "
Oh. My. God.
Fuckadoodledoo. Turning around to glance at them, Brad had pulled Suze so she was sort of leaning over him, but because her seatbelt was still on, she was still in her seat, wriggling about while she was punching Brad. But all that wriggling had lifted her skirt quite far up. Far enough so if I bent my head I could see her underwear. She wasn't even wearing those see-through tights, but no at all tights in fact. I felt myself going hard almost immediately. I never thought Suze would be the kind of person to wear thongs, but apparently she was. Red ones at that.
SHIT. I swerved the car, missing an old woman by metres; I had been too engrossed in my sister's underwear! Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm gonna go to hell. I just know it.
Fuck. Why the shitting hell did Suze have to dress like that anyway? I know it's not even a really short skirt like Kelly and her little mutant followers, but come on. Any glimpse of Suze's leg turns me on big time. And I had just seen more than her leg. And LIKED it. I hate how Suze can manipulate my feelings, and my penis!
"Suze! Stop bloody getting on Brad and get in your seat and pull your skirt down, I don't want people to think my sister's a slut ok?" She automatically pulled herself away from Brad, pulled her skirt down and covered her legs with her hands.
Then she gave me such a hurt, death glare I felt even shittier.
Suze's POV
"Fuck off you bastard. Just get me home and don't fucking talk to me." I was so hurt. And I don't think it's too dramatic to say my heart was breaking. He obviously didn't like me in the way that, for a split second, I thought he might. And he effectively called me a slut. So not what you would call a girl who you like.
Great. Just Great.
At least I had silenced Dopey, who was groaning in the back. Typical, can't taken any pain. And he calls himself a wrestler.
But seriously, okay it's pretty clear Jake doesn't like me like that, in the way I like him. As if it could go anywhere anyway. But to call me a slut? To call his step-sister a slut? Now I was getting over being hurt, I was so mad. So, so mad. And anyone who knows me knows not to get me mad.
I guess that doesn't mean he doesn't know me. But whatever. Like I care what he thinks about me. I'm just going to go out and have fun with Paul on Friday. And hopefully get back at Jake. Grr I hate him.
But at the same time, I can't.
