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Chapter 6- Demon Pauli!
Paul's P.O.V-
Half an hour had been and gone, but Suze was still out cold. The nurse had left to have her lunch and it was just the two of us in the room.
"Suze? Suze, can you hear me?" I whispered. I was getting worried. When people have their mind penetrated, they usually get a bit tired, but they don't actually faint! And stop looking at me like that! She would've embarrassed me if I didn't, and they would've thought she was lying anyway. After all, I am Paul Slater, the most amazing being around: live, dead, mortal or otherwise.
I decided to try to wake her up Fairy tale style. I gazethed down, upon her divine face. Oh what a wonderful face it was! T'was as beautiful a maiden as there ever will be!
Ha! Okay, okay, I didn't actually do that. Instead, I leaned down to gently graze her lips with my own, and murmured, "Please wake up."
I heard her moan, but nothing more, so I went all Prince Charming, and tried to wake her up with another, more powerful, kiss. I began to pull away, only to find that I... couldn't? My eyes flew open and I saw Suze gazing at me in a manner that can only be called, well, loving.
Except she didn't love me. I already knew that. Unless...
Oh god! What if something went wrong when I tried the brain control? What if when I ordered her to tell the others we go out, I actually did some wacked out thing wrong and like, made her think she went out with me?
Of course, I'd be over the moon if she did, except that, I would feel majorly guilty and if Suze ever snapped out of it then she'd kick my butt to England! (A/N- I wish she would!)
Ah well Slater, may as well enjoy it while it lasts. The reason I couldn't move was because she had snaked her arms around my neck and- how had I not noticed? - knotted her fingers into my hair.
All I could think to myself was: I'mkissingSuzeSimon, I'mkissingSuzeSimon, and I'mkissingSuzeSimon!
She smiled and gently pulled her lips back up to mine. She moaned and I pulled her onto my lap, tickling her sides slightly; something told me she would like that. She giggled softly as I moved my mouth to her fore head and began leaving a trail of kisses all the way down her face, to her chin.
She muttered something in approval as her eyelids fluttered closed. Everywhere her body made contact with mine; there were little sparks, like electric shocks, just not painful. What was painful, however, was the realisation that when this was over, I'd be in England. Damn!
After a good 10 minutes-well, actually a great 10 minutes, but that's not exactly what I meant-II pulled away, and was very glad to find that she tried to pull my head back and pouted when I refused.
Oh, God, you've no idea how much I wanted to take her up on that, especially with her adorable puppy dog face, but I knew I shouldn't.
"Suze, you were unconscious for an hour, so I think you should wake up first." I reasoned.
She looked around, as though only just realising where we were. Recognition dawned on her face and I braced myself for the worst. "Paul! What happened? In the cafeteria, I started saying stuff without meaning to or wanting to, and it was... because..." she trailed off, her confusion switching to irritated anger. "What did you do to me!" she shrieked. I noticed with horror that her hands were shaking and she had actual tears in her eyes.
Suze's P.O.V-
Oh god! Why? Why did I kiss him back? Me and Jesse had finally admitted to each other that we had feelings, so why? If I really loved him-which I did...-then I would've stayed true to him! I would have loved to blame it on the weird thing that happened at lunch, but it really wasn't that.
Instead of focusing on what I had done wrong, I decided to focus on what Paul had done: I was sure that it was his fault.
"Paul! What happened? In the cafeteria, I started saying stuff without meaning to, and it was... because..." I trailed off, wondering what to say, when I finally got it into my head that Paul practically put me under the freakin imperius curse! "What did you do to me!" I shrieked.
He looked horrified (probably because of my ugly face and bed head from being unconscious) and said in a low, regretful voice, "Oh, Suze... please don't cry! I can explain what happened, tonight when we have our lesson! Oh, Suze... please stop shaking!" he pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed my eyes with it, looking hurt.
Wait, I wasn't crying! I shoved his hand out the way and furiously wiped my eyes and looked down. My tears made the view of my tears fuzzy and that's when I realised I was crying. God, I wish I would stop doing that!
Well, at least I wasn't making any of those weird noises people sometimes make. I was so out of it, that when Paul carried on dabbing my tears away, I didn't object.
Actually, it felt quite nice, sat there on Paul's knee, my head on his shoulder, and listening to the steady beat of his heart...
Oh, god! What was I on? A thought flashed through my head, and I instantly felt tired again. Additionally, it was the same feeling as before, when it felt like the thoughts weren't my own.
Jesse will never have a heartbeat, because he's dead.
A pounding feeling flew through my head and I felt woozy.
"Paul I don't-"I began to say, before...
Throwing up all over his legs. However, instead of being disgusted and angry with me for ruining his trousers, he calmly pulled my hair up and held onto it to keep it from getting all icky. He murmured words of comfort against my hair, like, "It's alright. It's okay. It's only a bit of sick. Don't keep it in." And stuff like that.
As much as I didn't really like the guy at the time, I was really quite grateful that it was him there: had it been Brad there with me, he would've been too disgusted to care about my health.
After about ten minutes, I was done. Paul carried on holding me and I suggested he call the nurse so we could both leave- me, because I still felt disgusting, him because he needed a shower, real bad!
He went to get off, when there was a soft tap on the door. Paul called for them to come in and we saw the nurse.
"Oh, goodness! Are you both okay? I think we'd best get the both of you home!" the nurse cried.
Me and Paul nodded and left to find Brad.
"Oh no, Brad will have to take me home! That means he's gonna have to miss the rest of the school day!" I fretted, frowning. (A/n-ah, don't ya just love alliteration?)
Paul smiled slightly, but not in a bad way, just in an oh my God, I can't believe the girl I want to go out with is such a ditz kind of way.
"Awwwww, Suze! You aren't a ditz! And I can take you home." I nodded, vaguely aware that there was something wrong with that sentence, but another pang of tiredness. "Thank you Paul." I said sincerely. "Let's go tell Brad where I'm going."
"Excuse me, Mr Brighouse. May we borrow Brad Ackerman for a moment please? We should only be a minute or two." Paul sounded so good when he was all business-like...
"Why of course Mr Slater and Miss, uh..."
"Miss Suze Simon." Paul informed him.
"Ah, yes. Miss Simon." He smiled warmly at us both and I knew he would be a little like Mr Walden. Brad walked up to us and looked concerned. We closed the door behind us and began to speak with Brad.
"Brad, I'm gonna take Suze home. She threw up all over me so she needs to go in case it happens again. I have to go home to get a shower." He said indicating to his trousers.
I got a surprise when he slowly began to shake his head and say, "No. She's not going anywhere with you Slater. You did something to her and Jesse, so I don't want her with you." He took my hand and began to pull me down the hall.
I was really pleased and everything, but I sort of wanted him to tell me what was going on. Paul looked defiant and I stopped walking.
"Paul, stay there. Brad, I need to speak with you." Paul looked a little irritated that I was ordering him around, but when he realised I wasn't telling him to get lost, cheered up and said cheerily, "Anything for you Suze!" before whistling the boy does nothing, which was sort of ironic considering what he had just said.
"Brad, it's okay. We've... well, we've cleared stuff up. It was just a misunderstanding, the thing that happened with me- although he still isn't a big fan on Jesse, but whatever. I think he's really sorry about what happened. He was totally cool about everything: ya know, me throwing up over him, making him miss his lunch, showing me around the school." He considered what I said for a moment before sighing.
"Well, okay, if you really think it'll be okay. But I still don't trust him. And the being nice? Yeah, it's pretty obvious he's got the hot's for ya Suze." He laughed at me out raged expression, and added, "Don't deny it: he's interested. You can go home with him, but if we haven't heard from you by 4, then I'm buying a gun. Got it?" I nodded, pretending to be serious, before we both smiled and chuckled. He told me to be careful and went back to class.
"Nice car." I complemented. I had decided I would try to be nice to Paul, as we were pretty much even. He grinned and we both climbed in. His car was a shiny BMW with comfy-although rather squeaky-leather interior. He put the keys in the ignition and we were off.
"So Suze, where do ya live?" Paul asked.
"What?" I demanded hotly.
"I said where do you live? I need to take you home-although, if you want to come back to mine, that's perfectly okay."
I shot him an annoyed look before telling him I would walk home from his house. He told me not to be immature, so I stuck my tongue out. He sighed and I asked if I could turn the CD player.
"Yeah sure, but beware, you may not like the music." I shrugged and turned it on.
Suddenly, Limp Bizkit's Behind Blue Eyes came blaring out of the speakers. Well, how appropriate.
"As odd as this may sound... I actually love this song." I admitted, my face going a little bit red. He laughed, agreed that it's a great song, and we continued to listen to the lyrics.
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
I turned it down and looked at Paul. "So... is this the song you listen to when you're feeling misunderstood?"
He laughed again and I took the time to study his features. His face really was perfect. Absolutely no imperfections at all! His nose was strong and looked good despite having been broken a little while age-courtesy of Jesse-and his eyes were such an amazing blue, you could almost feel yourself getting sucked into them.
He kept his eyes on the road and said, "Stop it."
"Stop what?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"Stop... doing that. Starring at me and comparing me in your head." He answered.
"What? I... all I'm doing is looking out the window. And I'm not comparing you to anyone!" I answered back.
He sighed and said, "Don't tell lies, Suze. I can feel your gaze practically burning a hole in my face. And you're comparing me to De Silva, I can feel it: shifter's intuition. Now stop... you're making me feel insecure!" he admitted.
I gaped up at him. "Paul, I'm fairly sure it's impossible to feel someone looking at you; you're probably just paranoid or something." I retorted before quickly adding, "And I think you mean women's intuition, not shifters intuition." I smirked at Paul.
Although I had spoken quietly, he seemed to have heard me, and looked mighty irritated. "Whatever Simon. Just cut it out!" I shut my gob and we drove in silence. I passed the time by contemplating what I had done in the day and all the weird stuff.
Starting with the fact that I kissed him... and more importantly, that I wanted to do it again.
Oh man... I'm in trouble! I think for now, I'm just gonna blame it on the being-out-cold thing. I think that's a pretty good reason. I suddenly leapt out of my seat (I wasn't wearing a seatbelt) and shouted, "Hey! How the hell do you know where I live?"
We were parked outside the mansion behind my house and Paul was opening his door.
"What do you mean? Suze, I live here." He replied speaking as if to a 5 year old. I gaped up at him; my eyes wide.
"What?" I demanded hotly. He repeated himself looking confused. I jumped out of the car and said, "I need to get home." Hoping he wouldn't realise that I now lived next door to him.
Unfortunately, he was really smart- like, as smart as CeeCee.
"What? You live there now? You're kidding me! Oh my God, this is... well, you don't need to know how great this is, but it's pretty sweet!" he was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. I smacked myself on the forehead and moaned.
"Why do you hate me so, God?" Paul smirked and replied,
"Oh, he doesn't hate you. He's sent you me; how could he hate you if he's done something like that?" I... growled at him.
Oh come on! He deserved it! "Paul Slater, you are an arrogant jerk and if you think you're worthy of any more of my attention, you're an even bigger idiot than I already thought!" he looked hurt.
The only reason I was saying that was because I was mad at myself: for kissing him, for making myself look like an idiot and, most of all, the potential hurt I had put on Jesse when kissing Paul. Imagine if he had materialised right then! He would be all like, hey Querida, how're you? And I would just be like, oh Paul; you're such a brilliant kisser!
Wait! I didn't think that! "Paul! Did you just..." I trailed off as I saw the three ghosties strolling towards us. I'd have to ask him later.
"Suze! Hey, you look kind of... pale. Been spending to much time with the ghosties or something?" Sam joked. I looked over to the three.
"Hey Sam, hey Matt, hey Zack. Nah, I just threw up all over Paul is all. I'm okay now though." They smiled and Paul nodded at them in greeting.
"Wait! Paul... you can see us?" Zack was dumbfounded.
"Yeah... I can. Hey guys. How you doin?" he smiled sheepishly and Zack ran up to him and got him in a massive guy-hug. You know the ones: where they hug them really, really tightly and still manage not to look gay; not that there's anything wrong with gays! I was just saying. I felt another pang of tiredness, although nowhere near as strongly as earlier and a voice in my head-I could recognise it now from hearing it so much- said, "Suze, stop mental babbling! You're giving me a head ache!"
I gazed at him, confused, silently asking him to give me an answer. The word later flashed though my head and I looked back to the ghosts, shaking my head.
"Dude, why didn't you tell us this? When we were alive, I mean." Zack asked, grinning. I noticed he looked a lot happier and less scary now. He even seemed, well... nice. And excited; very, very excited. Paul looked at him like he was crazy.
"Tell you? Dude, if I had told you, you would've said I was either insane, or heavily intoxicated." He replied, laughing. Zack shrugged and the other two boys looked at Paul and finally spoke.
"Hey Paul. How's school going?"
Paul smiled and said, "It's great thanks; I've got Suze to keep me company now." I thought I saw a hint of anger flash through Matt's eyes, but I quickly dismissed it as nothing.
"So... you two go out?" Sam asked, conversationally. I shot Paul a dangerous look, remembering what I was fairly certain he had made me do at lunch. He smirked but put his hands up in an I-surrender-please-don't-shoot sort of way.
"We did once in the summer, but we don't anymore. Actually, my boyfriend-' I relished the way the word glided off of my tongue and shot Paul a snooty look'-is a ghost."
The three boys looked at me in astonishment; Paul just looked grossed out.
"You... you date a ghost? How?" Sam asked, incredulous.
I shrugged and replied, "Well... dating a ghost-to me, anyway-is exactly the same as a human: we can still speak to each other, we can still watch movies together and, yes, we can still kiss. Remember, to me, ghosts are pretty much... well, alive." Paul made gagging noises when I said we kissed but the other boys didn't seem quite so disgusted.
Sam went to say something else, but Paul cut him off.
"God, Suze! How the hell can you wanna go out with him, but not me? I mean, he's freakin dead!"
The three boys all exclaimed, "Hey!" and I couldn't help but notice, Matt said it a little louder than the others; looked a little angrier, too.
When I first met the ghosts, I had believed that Zack was the one not to be messed with, I had assumed Matt was in second and that Sam was the harmless one. However, when Sam and Zack began to argue, I had believed Matthew was the nice one and that I had just over-reacted, you know?
But now, I felt as though all three of them could be dangerous, but would all be angered by different things.
"Shut up, boys. This is between me and Suze." Paul whispered dangerously, before making them fly back by waving is hand.
He laughed humourlessly and as the boys tried to regain their balance, they immediately disappeared; no, I don't mean they dematerialized, they actually disappeared!
You see, when a ghost materializes/dematerializes, they go with like, this cocoon of crystal blue light pooling around them; this time, they simply vanished.
I looked at Paul, shocked and suddenly a little scared again. I thought I had gotten over the scared of Paul thing, but it seemed to have returned, full force, the fear of what he could do to me... what he could do to Jesse.
I tried to quietly back away (His back was to me, so he couldn't see me) but ever the graceful princess I am, I fell on my butt with a loud `oomph!'
Paul rotated slowly to face me, grinning like the psycho he is. He stalked over to me, still grinning, and said, "Suze."
That's all. Just my name. Did you know, someone's name can be the most successful way of getting through to them? Nah, me neither. Doc told me when I revealed to him that I wanted to be a psychiatrist when I was older. (A/n- I think Suze would be a really good psychiatrist!)
I shrieked. Yes, yes, I am aware of how stupid that was. It was very, very, very stupid, and looking back on it, I am incredibly ashamed. I looked into his eyes and saw... well, black.
Yes, you read correctly. His eyes were black; his once, beautifully blue eyes had turned inky.
Wait! Did I just call his eyes beautiful? Eurrrgh!
"Paul..." I said shakily. I had a weird feeling I wouldn't be able to talk to him properly unless he returned to his normal state. "Paul... stops it. This isn't you. You're nice and you hate seeing me scared. I know you do. Now please, listen to me; I want to go home. You need to calm down and call the ghosts back and you need to send them to me. Okay?" I commanded sternly.
I know I seemed really brave, but in reality, I was shaking in my boots; thankfully, not visibly, so demon-Paul had no idea.
His eyes clouded over as he stared at me, and suddenly, they turned bright-white and returned to normal. Paul stumbled back and landed on his butt.
"Suze? What are you doing out here? You're supposed to be at home, resting. Come on, I'll take you. We don't want you getting any worse now do we? Oh! Hang on! I forgot to get you something!" he ran back into his house and I stared after him, dumbfounded.
What the hell just happened?
End of chapter! Sorry for the wait, I've just been busy
Also, I apologise for the shortness! I felt bad about not updating sooner so had to get something posted fast! Plus, I am writing up a P.S song fic to She Will Be Loved!
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