Another chapter :) It's short though, sorrry.
I promise there will be Suze/Jesse drama in the next chapter.

Love, Saima x
Oh, and I don't own these amazing characters. The equally amazing Meg Cabot does.
I also don't own T.I, but I deffo. wouldn't mind :)


I thought of Paul downstairs. He was drunk, he probably wouldn't even notice if I wasn't there. But, there was a tiny piece of me that actually felt quite guilty for leaving him whilst he was in that vulnerable state. But then, didn't he choose to be in that state himself? The debate in my head went on and on, until Jesse cleared his throat. 'Erm, Suze?'

I looked at him, confused. Oh. I hadn't even given him an answer. 'You know what? Yes. Yes. I will hang out with you.'

'Cool.' He smiled. 'So, what's the deal with Paul's drinking?'

I sighed. 'I don't know. I mean, he only has a drink - well, way more than one - when we come to parties. He never openly drinks normally. He just,' I paused then carried on, 'He lets go whenever we go out.'

'Hmmph.' Jesse said. 'And you?'

'I don't drink. It's stupid.' I looked at him. 'It makes people do all kinds of crazy things.'

Jesse looked back at me. His gaze was so intense that I couldn't look away from his chocolate brown eyes. Chocolate brown eyes into which a black curl was currently hanging over. Instinctively, my hand reached up and brushed it away. Jesse froze beneath my touch. Then, he leaned in…I closed my eyes in anticipation.

'SUZEEEEE!' A voice screeched from somewhere in the hallway.

I jerked back from Jesse. 'Yeah?'

Kelly entered the room. 'Your boyfriend is totally wasted. Could you please sort him o-' She noticed Jesse then. 'Hi Hector.' She purred.

Jesse nodded his head in acknowledgment of her, but his gaze was still on me. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only about two minutes.

I'd forgot that Kelly was in the room until she spoke. 'Suuuuze! Get Paul out of here, he's wasted.'

I looked at Jesse. 'I probably should go.' I turned around to go, but Jesse grabbed my arm. I turned to look at him, 'What?'

'I'll help you.' He sighed.


Paul was stood on top of the table, and when he saw me he guffawed, 'Suzeeee. My pretty, pretty girlfriend.' He held his arms out to me. 'Come dance with me.'

I groaned, and walked over to him. 'Paul, you're drunk. Let's go home.' I said sweetly to him. Even though I was pissed at him major, I'd found out that the best way for him to listen to me when he was drunk was to be nice to him.

'But, I don't want to.' He pouted.

I groaned again, and looked for one of his friends to come help me out.

Brett - the stereotypical jock friend of Paul's - was stood behind the table that Paul was stood on, flirting with some girl. He was flirting with a girl whilst one of his best friends was making a big fool out of himself. I stormed over to him 'Excuse us.' I smiled at the girl, then pulled Brett away from her. 'What do you want, Suze?' He asked, obviously annoyed.

'Some help, maybe? Paul is over there drunk and you're too busy flirting with Little Miss Bimbo over there.' He looked genuinely surprised to see Paul 'rapping' T.I's "Whatever You Like." Needless to say, he was failing miserably.

'Oh man.' Brett mumbled, then he went over to Paul and tried to talk some reason into Paul. I walked over just in time to hear Paul shout 'I'm going nowhere!'

I looked at Paul, annoyed. 'Paul.' I heard myself say. 'Go home and sober up.'

He just ignored me. That was when Jesse reached up and pulled Paul down off the table, Brett helping him. The two of them half-dragged and half-carried Paul up to his apartment.

As Brett took him inside, Jesse turned to me. 'You okay?' He asked, with concern in his voice.

'Yeah, yeah.' I nodded. 'He does this every time there's a party.'

'He's an idiot.' Jesse mumbled.

This time I said nothing. I was beginning to think it myself, and I didn't want to.


Kind of short, sorry :(
And Happy New Year, guys.

Oh, and I'm thinking of writing a new story. What do you think?