"Paul, why are you home so early?" Mark asked as I slammed my front door
shut. "I'd rather not talk about it, if it's okay with you," I answered
bitterly. Mark gave me a look and then turned around to finish whatever it
was he was doing. I bounded up the staircase, and glided past my
grandfather's room. I reached my own finally and slammed the door shut.
Can you blame me? I had just been dissed by the girl I loved. I had no
one now. But I still had my plan. The glorious plan, I could never forget
about. Of course a few minor changes were made to it...just a few.
First, however, I needed to get rested for that night. I went into my bathroom and splashed water on my face, trying to calm myself down a bit. After I was done, my reflection caught my eye in the mirror. I looked like a different person. One whose heart had been ripped out of his chest and stomped on by the one he loved AND the one who his love loved. Wow, there was a lot of love in that sentence.
I went out of my bathroom, and ripped off my jacket and sweater. Then I just kind of plopped down on my bed and fell asleep. Being emotionally drained makes some people tired; I was no exception.
I woke up at around seven o'clock. It was practically dark outside, from what I could see outside of my window. One reason I woke up was because it was so cold, and I didn't have a shirt on. I had Goosebumps all over my skin. I rolled out of my bed and dug through my drawers for a shirt to wear. I picked out a black, long-sleeved, button down shirt and some pants. I took a shower, and got dressed.
I buttoned my black shirt up, but left the top button unbuttoned, exposing all of my neck and a small part of my chest. I rolled up the sleeves and left the shirt untucked. I rummaged around in my room for some shoes. Then I found my steel-toed work boots and strapped them on then pulled the legs of my pants over the tops of them. I walked back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror again, this time seeing a guy that looked like he was going to kick someone's butt. And that I was.
I had no idea that my choice in attire had reflected my feelings then. The head-to-toe black matched my mood perfectly...dark and diabolical. Leaving the top buttoned unbuttoned showed the vulnerability of my emotions. The rolling up of the sleeves was in preparation of a fight, as were the steel- toed boots.
"Looking sharp. What're you up to?" Slash asked as he materialized behind me. I looked at his reflection in the mirror and replied, "Thanks. I'm about to go to a party." "Party, eh? Mind if I crash?" Slash asked as I saw him lean against the doorway of my bathroom in the reflection. I turned around and faced him. "I don't think you really want to be there. It's going to be plenty hectic." "Aye, the plan," Slash said. "Yep," I replied, "The plan." "Nervous?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. I answered, "Yeah."
"Wait here," Slash said as he quickly dematerialized. When he came back, he had in his hands a bottle of whiskey, which he had snatched from the liquor cabinet and a shot glass. I guess he could have gotten two, but it seemed pointless because dead people can't drink. "Are you nuts?" I asked as he poured some of the whiskey into the shot glass, "I can't go to the party drunk. I have to drive there remember?" Slash laughed and reassured me, "It's only one shot. And I'll make sure you get there safely." I hesitated for a moment and then I shrugged my shoulders and took the glass.
"To a long night," Slash toasted as he raised the bottle a little. "And to the plan," I added as I raised the shot glass. "Cheers," we said in unison as we clinked the shot glass and bottle together. In one quick motion, I guzzled the whole shot down all at once. "Feel any better?" Slash asked with a grin. "Yeah, I do," I said finally getting over the taste. "Have fun, Paulie," he said as he dematerialized. "Don't worry," I called after him, "I will."
I was ready to leave. I went out of my room and flicked the light off. I was forgetting something. I went back in and flicked the light back on and headed over to my nightstand. I opened up my drawer, which revealed the hairpin and crumpled invitation, right where I had left them. I stuffed the invitation in my pocket. Then I took out the hairpin and looked at it for a bit. I pocketed it too and tore out of my room.
"Where are you headed, Paul?" Mark asked from my grandfather's room. I stopped and replied, "I'll just be out for a bit. I have some business to attend to." Mark gave me another one of those looks and said, "Okay. Don't stay out too late." "I won't," I promised and then I flew down the stairs.
The cool breeze whipped all around me as I ran to the garage. I don't know why I was running, but my gut told me I needed to get there as soon as possible. I opened the garage and then I hopped into my car. I clicked my seatbelt and put the key in the ignition. I started my car and changed the radio station to some heavy rock. I looked in the rearview mirror once again, for good measure. I looked...dangerous.
The whole drive there I drowned out my nervousness with the music. I really was anxious to see my plan in action. But I was worried it wouldn't work. What if even my powers couldn't stop their love? What if after I got rid of Jesse, Suze would do something...like exorcise herself again to go after him? That's why originally I had to execute the plan while she wasn't there.
I had a gut feeling that it was all going to go horribly wrong. My gut usually never fails, but I surely hoped it would. Somehow, the pulsing drumbeats and shrill electric guitar riffs comforted me.
I finally made it to her house, but there were so many cars parked near her driveway that I decided to park a few houses down. Hey, the BMW was new...no way I'd let her get scratched. I got out of my car and pulled the hood up, just in case. Then I ventured to her door.
"This is it," I told myself, "The moment you've been waiting for. Just don't blow it." I dug in my pocket for the invite, just in case Brad hired some of his wrestling team buddies to play bouncer. The invite fell out of my pocket, along with the hairpin, and onto the sidewalk. I quickly scooped up the items.
The moonlight played with the hairpin, making it sparkle. It was small in the palm of my hand. I clasped it in my hand and continued walking. Finally I got to her front door. I looked at the hairpin again, before ringing the bell. I kissed it gently, like it was a good luck charm, and said, "Ready or not, here I come, love." Then I pocketed it once more.
I rang the bell a few times, but no one answered the door. I guess no one could hear it because of the loud music. I opened the door myself after awhile.
Everywhere I looked there were couples making-out or gyrating bodies. Hip- Hop was blaring through the speakers, quite loudly. I quickly scanned the area for any signs of Suze. I didn't see her in the crowd. I guess I was going to have to search for her on foot.
I pushed my way to the kitchen first. I saw Adam and CeeCee hanging in there, obviously avoiding the crowd. It was quite empty in the kitchen, except for a few that came in to get some more beer from the keg. "I'm surprised you dared to show your face, Slater," CeeCee said. "Yeah, you're a wanted man at school. They have signs everywhere. I'd have to say they are offering a pretty good reward too," Adam joked. "Have you seen Suze?" I asked.
"I believe that information is classified," Adam replied, imitating a FBI agent. "Don't listen to him. We really don't know where Suze is. If you see her, tell her we're down here," CeeCee said as she punched Adam in the arm playfully. "Thanks, I'll do that," I said as I turned to walk out of the room. "Hey, Paul," Adam said before I went. "Yes?" I asked as I turned to face him. "You're my hero."
I pushed through the living room, and she wasn't there either. I went to their patio and scanned the people in the hottub. There were twenty people at least in the tub, if not more. I saw Brad and decided to get some info from him.
"Brad," I called from the sliding doors, "Do you know where Suze is?" I caught him at a bad time, because he was kissing a girl that was on his lap. It was...Debbie? "What was that?" Brad asked after he had finished frenching Debbie (um...EW). "Do you know where Suze is?" I asked again, saying the words slowly so he could comprehend. "Hey, I don't remember inviting YOU," Brad spat out, obviously mad about the Kelly thing. "I have an invitation," I said as I pulled the invite from my pocket, "I'm in a hurry so if you could please tell me where your sister is..." "Stepsister," he corrected me. "Just tell me, Brad," I raised my voice a little. "She's in her room. Don't have a cow, man."
I slid the door back into place and then navigated towards the stairs. Some drunken girl told me I looked 'yummy' and asked me if I wanted to make- out. I shoved her in the direction of some geek and she pounced all over him. I made my way up the stairs slowly pushing my way through the hallway, crowded with more 'serious' couples. I saw some light streaming from a partially closed door. I peeked in quietly and saw a nice scene.
"Fine," Jesse said, his face looking disappointed. "Fine," Suze said as she crossed her arms. "Well...good-bye, Susannah," Jesse said as he looked at her. Suze looked a little upset as she said, "Yeah. See you around."
They just had a fight or something, I thought to myself. Jesse didn't leave when she had said her good-byes. He moved closer and reached one hand out to touch her face. Suze uncrossed her arms and looked at him hopefully. "Susannah," he said her name softly. It looked like a scene from a movie. You know the part where the hero confesses his love for the girl and they kiss. I wasn't going to let that happen. Jesse spoke again, "Susannah, I..."
I couldn't bear to hear him say those words to her. Those were the words I was supposed to tell her! I needed to take immediate action.
I kicked the door open with all my might. Good thing I had my steel-toed work boots, or I probably would have broken a toe. "Pardon me for interrupting," I said as I took a step into Suze's room.
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A/N: Another chapter! Yay! I'm popping them out by the dozens! Thanks to my reviewers, I still love you guys. How do you like Paul's outfit? It said in the fight scene that he was wearing a shirt, and earlier that day he was wearing a charcoal sweater and brown leather jacket. So I just guessed that he had a costume change in between school and the party. I used artistic license and POOF he wore all black. Of course nothing beats Paul in leather...(cough- Mystique Angelique's Twisted/ Addicted stories- cough). Anyway, I'm nearing the end of the tale...sniffle. Better get back to work! Love, Hayley.
First, however, I needed to get rested for that night. I went into my bathroom and splashed water on my face, trying to calm myself down a bit. After I was done, my reflection caught my eye in the mirror. I looked like a different person. One whose heart had been ripped out of his chest and stomped on by the one he loved AND the one who his love loved. Wow, there was a lot of love in that sentence.
I went out of my bathroom, and ripped off my jacket and sweater. Then I just kind of plopped down on my bed and fell asleep. Being emotionally drained makes some people tired; I was no exception.
I woke up at around seven o'clock. It was practically dark outside, from what I could see outside of my window. One reason I woke up was because it was so cold, and I didn't have a shirt on. I had Goosebumps all over my skin. I rolled out of my bed and dug through my drawers for a shirt to wear. I picked out a black, long-sleeved, button down shirt and some pants. I took a shower, and got dressed.
I buttoned my black shirt up, but left the top button unbuttoned, exposing all of my neck and a small part of my chest. I rolled up the sleeves and left the shirt untucked. I rummaged around in my room for some shoes. Then I found my steel-toed work boots and strapped them on then pulled the legs of my pants over the tops of them. I walked back into the bathroom and looked in the mirror again, this time seeing a guy that looked like he was going to kick someone's butt. And that I was.
I had no idea that my choice in attire had reflected my feelings then. The head-to-toe black matched my mood perfectly...dark and diabolical. Leaving the top buttoned unbuttoned showed the vulnerability of my emotions. The rolling up of the sleeves was in preparation of a fight, as were the steel- toed boots.
"Looking sharp. What're you up to?" Slash asked as he materialized behind me. I looked at his reflection in the mirror and replied, "Thanks. I'm about to go to a party." "Party, eh? Mind if I crash?" Slash asked as I saw him lean against the doorway of my bathroom in the reflection. I turned around and faced him. "I don't think you really want to be there. It's going to be plenty hectic." "Aye, the plan," Slash said. "Yep," I replied, "The plan." "Nervous?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. I answered, "Yeah."
"Wait here," Slash said as he quickly dematerialized. When he came back, he had in his hands a bottle of whiskey, which he had snatched from the liquor cabinet and a shot glass. I guess he could have gotten two, but it seemed pointless because dead people can't drink. "Are you nuts?" I asked as he poured some of the whiskey into the shot glass, "I can't go to the party drunk. I have to drive there remember?" Slash laughed and reassured me, "It's only one shot. And I'll make sure you get there safely." I hesitated for a moment and then I shrugged my shoulders and took the glass.
"To a long night," Slash toasted as he raised the bottle a little. "And to the plan," I added as I raised the shot glass. "Cheers," we said in unison as we clinked the shot glass and bottle together. In one quick motion, I guzzled the whole shot down all at once. "Feel any better?" Slash asked with a grin. "Yeah, I do," I said finally getting over the taste. "Have fun, Paulie," he said as he dematerialized. "Don't worry," I called after him, "I will."
I was ready to leave. I went out of my room and flicked the light off. I was forgetting something. I went back in and flicked the light back on and headed over to my nightstand. I opened up my drawer, which revealed the hairpin and crumpled invitation, right where I had left them. I stuffed the invitation in my pocket. Then I took out the hairpin and looked at it for a bit. I pocketed it too and tore out of my room.
"Where are you headed, Paul?" Mark asked from my grandfather's room. I stopped and replied, "I'll just be out for a bit. I have some business to attend to." Mark gave me another one of those looks and said, "Okay. Don't stay out too late." "I won't," I promised and then I flew down the stairs.
The cool breeze whipped all around me as I ran to the garage. I don't know why I was running, but my gut told me I needed to get there as soon as possible. I opened the garage and then I hopped into my car. I clicked my seatbelt and put the key in the ignition. I started my car and changed the radio station to some heavy rock. I looked in the rearview mirror once again, for good measure. I looked...dangerous.
The whole drive there I drowned out my nervousness with the music. I really was anxious to see my plan in action. But I was worried it wouldn't work. What if even my powers couldn't stop their love? What if after I got rid of Jesse, Suze would do something...like exorcise herself again to go after him? That's why originally I had to execute the plan while she wasn't there.
I had a gut feeling that it was all going to go horribly wrong. My gut usually never fails, but I surely hoped it would. Somehow, the pulsing drumbeats and shrill electric guitar riffs comforted me.
I finally made it to her house, but there were so many cars parked near her driveway that I decided to park a few houses down. Hey, the BMW was new...no way I'd let her get scratched. I got out of my car and pulled the hood up, just in case. Then I ventured to her door.
"This is it," I told myself, "The moment you've been waiting for. Just don't blow it." I dug in my pocket for the invite, just in case Brad hired some of his wrestling team buddies to play bouncer. The invite fell out of my pocket, along with the hairpin, and onto the sidewalk. I quickly scooped up the items.
The moonlight played with the hairpin, making it sparkle. It was small in the palm of my hand. I clasped it in my hand and continued walking. Finally I got to her front door. I looked at the hairpin again, before ringing the bell. I kissed it gently, like it was a good luck charm, and said, "Ready or not, here I come, love." Then I pocketed it once more.
I rang the bell a few times, but no one answered the door. I guess no one could hear it because of the loud music. I opened the door myself after awhile.
Everywhere I looked there were couples making-out or gyrating bodies. Hip- Hop was blaring through the speakers, quite loudly. I quickly scanned the area for any signs of Suze. I didn't see her in the crowd. I guess I was going to have to search for her on foot.
I pushed my way to the kitchen first. I saw Adam and CeeCee hanging in there, obviously avoiding the crowd. It was quite empty in the kitchen, except for a few that came in to get some more beer from the keg. "I'm surprised you dared to show your face, Slater," CeeCee said. "Yeah, you're a wanted man at school. They have signs everywhere. I'd have to say they are offering a pretty good reward too," Adam joked. "Have you seen Suze?" I asked.
"I believe that information is classified," Adam replied, imitating a FBI agent. "Don't listen to him. We really don't know where Suze is. If you see her, tell her we're down here," CeeCee said as she punched Adam in the arm playfully. "Thanks, I'll do that," I said as I turned to walk out of the room. "Hey, Paul," Adam said before I went. "Yes?" I asked as I turned to face him. "You're my hero."
I pushed through the living room, and she wasn't there either. I went to their patio and scanned the people in the hottub. There were twenty people at least in the tub, if not more. I saw Brad and decided to get some info from him.
"Brad," I called from the sliding doors, "Do you know where Suze is?" I caught him at a bad time, because he was kissing a girl that was on his lap. It was...Debbie? "What was that?" Brad asked after he had finished frenching Debbie (um...EW). "Do you know where Suze is?" I asked again, saying the words slowly so he could comprehend. "Hey, I don't remember inviting YOU," Brad spat out, obviously mad about the Kelly thing. "I have an invitation," I said as I pulled the invite from my pocket, "I'm in a hurry so if you could please tell me where your sister is..." "Stepsister," he corrected me. "Just tell me, Brad," I raised my voice a little. "She's in her room. Don't have a cow, man."
I slid the door back into place and then navigated towards the stairs. Some drunken girl told me I looked 'yummy' and asked me if I wanted to make- out. I shoved her in the direction of some geek and she pounced all over him. I made my way up the stairs slowly pushing my way through the hallway, crowded with more 'serious' couples. I saw some light streaming from a partially closed door. I peeked in quietly and saw a nice scene.
"Fine," Jesse said, his face looking disappointed. "Fine," Suze said as she crossed her arms. "Well...good-bye, Susannah," Jesse said as he looked at her. Suze looked a little upset as she said, "Yeah. See you around."
They just had a fight or something, I thought to myself. Jesse didn't leave when she had said her good-byes. He moved closer and reached one hand out to touch her face. Suze uncrossed her arms and looked at him hopefully. "Susannah," he said her name softly. It looked like a scene from a movie. You know the part where the hero confesses his love for the girl and they kiss. I wasn't going to let that happen. Jesse spoke again, "Susannah, I..."
I couldn't bear to hear him say those words to her. Those were the words I was supposed to tell her! I needed to take immediate action.
I kicked the door open with all my might. Good thing I had my steel-toed work boots, or I probably would have broken a toe. "Pardon me for interrupting," I said as I took a step into Suze's room.
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A/N: Another chapter! Yay! I'm popping them out by the dozens! Thanks to my reviewers, I still love you guys. How do you like Paul's outfit? It said in the fight scene that he was wearing a shirt, and earlier that day he was wearing a charcoal sweater and brown leather jacket. So I just guessed that he had a costume change in between school and the party. I used artistic license and POOF he wore all black. Of course nothing beats Paul in leather...(cough- Mystique Angelique's Twisted/ Addicted stories- cough). Anyway, I'm nearing the end of the tale...sniffle. Better get back to work! Love, Hayley.
