A/N: Howdy! Guess what! This is the fight scene chapter! I moved it up
to PG-13 because Paul is actually fighting, so it is more detailed. Also
there are some language uses. I usually don't cuss, but I'm pretty sure
Paul does. Thanks for reviewing, guys! We're nearing the end I fear! But
it won't be all downhill from here. In fact, I think there will be some
major twisting (no not the dance) and action. There I go again, being a
total blabbermouth. I'll talk later on the author note at the bottom.
Until then...
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"Knock much?" she asked.
Suze had that deer-in-headlights look when she saw that door swing open. Jesse dropped his hand from her face and glared at me. Sorry for interrupting your little 'moment' DeStupido, but I need to take care of something.
"Well, I heard all the hilarity and figured you had guests. I didn't realize, of course, that you were entertaining Mr. DeSilva."
I turned my eyes toward Jesse, who looked murderous. "Slater," he growled. "Jesse," I said in a friendly tone, "How are you this evening?" Jesse replied, with teeth clenched, "I was doing better before you got here." Aw, that's too bad, really it is.
"Really?" I asked, with surprise in my tone, "Suze didn't tell you the news, then?"
"What n..."
"About shifting?" Suze interrupted as she stepped in front of Jesse, "And the soul transference thing? No, I haven't had a chance to tell Jesse about all that yet. But I will. Thanks for stopping by."
I couldn't help but grin. She really thought she could get rid of me that easily? "That's not why I'm here," I said, trying to stifle a laugh.
I nearly jumped when I heard a strange noise. On the windowsill sat possibly the ugliest creature in the world, next to Jesse of course. I think it was a cat. It had its back hunched and it was growling loudly. Jesse looked about the same, minus the growling bit. But I'm pretty sure if I pressed his buttons right, he'd be doing just that.
Suze was thinking of some quick damage control. "Well, if you're here for Brad's party, you seem to be a little lost. It's downstairs, not up here," she said quickly.
"I'm not here for the party, either," I said as I smiled sweetly. I had a feeling that this was going to be GREAT! "I came by to return this to you." This was it...no turning back. I dug the hair clip out of my pocket and held it out in he palm of my hand. "You left it in my bedroom the other day."
The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes widened and her perfect little jaw dropped. Jesse looked like a train had hit him. I don't know the customs of the 1850's, but I'm pretty sure women didn't go into men's bedrooms all that often. Suze looked at Jesse worriedly and then back to me. She snatched the hair clip away and said, "Thanks, but I dropped it at school, not your place." I tried everything in my power not to laugh. Truly, it was hilarious. She was trapped.
"Are you sure?" I asked innocently. "I could have sworn you left it in my bed."
I found myself on the ground the next minute. Jesse punched me square in the nose! I really didn't see it coming. It caused me to literally spin into Suze's dressing table. Then I fell to the ground and loads of girly things like nail polish fell on me. That loser did NOT just punch me! He was so dead...I mean...YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
Suze stepped between us and said nervously, "All right, okay? Enough. Jesse, he's just trying to get a rise out of you. It was nothing, all right? I went over to his house because he said he knew some stuff about something called soul transference. I thought maybe it might help you." Aha! I knew it! "But I swear, that's all it was," she added, "Nothing happened."
I laughed a little and got to my feet. "Nothing happened," I said with amusement. She thought that kissing ON MY BED was nothing? It was something to me. No, it was EVERYTHING to me. And she went around saying it was nothing. Well, I didn't think Jesse would see it as 'nothing'.
"Tell me something, JESSE," I said as I turned my attention towards him, "Does she sigh when you kiss her too?"
I couldn't really see Suze's expression then, because Jesse punched me again, this time on my jaw. I don't know if they had anger management back then, but it sure would have done him some good. The punch sent me flying into the seat near her window. The cat-thing jumped and hissed at me. I landed facedown on her pink velvet cushions. Um, ouch...my nose was killing me.
"That's enough!" I heard Suze shout. I lifted my head and saw her hold Jesse's arm back, keeping him from hitting me again. She must like me a little...I mean, because she was trying to stop Jesse from fighting me. Or else she's just protecting Jesse from doing something stupid, like getting himself exorcised again. Well, too bad, he already missed his chance of salvation. He was as good as gone.
"God, Jesse, can't you see what he's doing? He's just trying to make you mad. Don't give him the satisfaction."
I rolled my head against the cushions purposefully, smearing my blood on them. You know, blood that I ACTUALLY have. Blood that Jesse didn't possess. "That is not what I am trying to do," I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose, "I am trying to point out to JESSE here that you need a REAL boyfriend. I mean, COME ON! How long do you think its going to last?" I sat up and looked at Suze. "Suze," I told her as I stared at her from the window seat, "I didn't tell you before, but I'll tell you now because I know what you've been thinking. Soul transference only works if you toss out the soul that's currently occupying a body, then throw someone else's into it. In other words, it's MURDER. And I'm sorry, but you don't strike me as much of a murderer."
Then I turned my gaze toward Jesse. "Your boy Jesse's going to have to step into the light one of these days. You're just holding him back..."
"Shut up, Paul!" she shouted as she held onto Jesse's arm tighter. If looks could kill, I'd be dead about now, because Jesse was giving me a death stare (pardon the pun...it was too good).
"And what about you, JESSE?" I continued as I started laughing. I didn't care that my nose was gushing blood or that my fifty-dollar shirt was ruined. "I mean, what the hell can you give her? You can't even pay for her to have a DAMNED CUP OF COFFEE..."
I don't think I was laughing much when Jesse pounced on me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I reciprocated the action and we crashed on the floor, trying to choke each other. I pulled Jesse up by the neck and punched him, sending him into Suze's bookshelf. I watched as Suze run out of the room. I got up, picked up a large book, and held it menacingly over Jesse's head.
"Don't try anything," I warned him, "Or this book is going through your skull." Jesse tried to kick me from the ground, but I grabbed his leg. I turned him around so he was face down in the pile of books and I twisted his arm behind his back in a very uncomfortable angle.
"Jesse, Jesse, Jesse," I said as I shook my head, "When are you going to learn that you can't have Suze? You're dead, if you haven't noticed." "I know that," Jesse struggled, "And I know that it is not fair of me to take advantage of Susannah, even though I love her. That is why I'm moving out. But I see that you have no problem taking advantage of her." I pushed on his arm, causing him to shout in pain.
"You don't love her, or else why would you be moving out?" I asked. Jesse stuttered, "I told you..."
"She was fucking CRYING today because of you! You broke her heart, JESSE. You can't do that shit and then try to tell me that you LOVE her. She loved you, JESSE. If that's how you treat her, no wonder she keeps coming to ME!"
Jesse exploded from my grip and punched me in the nose again. I heard something crack. THAT FREAK BROKE MY NOSE! "Don't you DARE speak of my querida like that! She would never do a thing like that. YOU are after HER, Slater."
"Was I, Jesse? Do you know that for a fact? Did your precious QUERIDA tell you that?"
"Slater, I am warning you, stay away from Susannah. I do not know what you did to her. She hasn't been the same since...since the last time we met in that horrible place."
I stopped struggling for a bit. What is he talking about? I didn't do ANYTHING to her then. In fact, I believe that it was Mr. DeSilva who punched ME.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know well what I am talking about! She hasn't gotten a full night's rest since then. She tosses and turns in her sleep. I hear her cry out too, mostly stuff about YOU. You are HAUNTING her, Slater. And she hasn't been the same. She NEVER will be the same again."
"I can't help what happens in Suze's sub-conscious," I said with a smile. The fact that Suze dreamt about me every night kind of made me proud of myself. I didn't know I had that affect on people.
"Yes you can. Just stay away from her."
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
Jesse picked me up and threw me against the doorpost. I kicked him and sent him crashing into the hallway. I jumped on him and grabbed his neck. Jesse rolled over and grabbed me by the neck too. We rolled around punching and kicking, anything to get the other off of us. Couples in the hallway started screaming and shouting as we tumbled our way down the staircase. Then Jesse climbed to his feet and grabbed me by the arms. He hit me again in the stomach and sent me flying into a crowd of dancing guests. I heard shouts all around the room.
"Oh my God! Suze! What's going on? Is he on DRUGS?"
"That would explain a lot about the guy."
"Aw, Jesus! What the hell is wrong with that guy? Is he wasted or what?"
I felt something foamy being sprayed on us. Someone sprayed us with the fire extinguisher. I blindly punched Jesse, and then I hit something, which turned out to be a china cabinet. The cabinet toppled over in the opposite direction.
"Maybe he's having a seizure. Somebody better call an ambulance!"
"No! No, no cops! Nobody call the cops!"
I was pretty distracted by the falling of the china cabinet and by the commentary of the innocent bystanders. Jesse picked me up and threw me into the sliding glass doors. I crashed through and landed pretty roughly on the ground. Bits of glass rained on me, just like the stars had in my vision. I had tiny cuts all over me, but I didn't care. I continued punching and kicking, with no real strategy.
"Slater! You are paying for a new door, you FREAK!"
Uh, oh. As I turned to face Brad, Jesse seized me by the neck and held me over the hottub. I was curious about what other people saw. They probably thought I was levitating or something.
"Are you going to stay away from her?" Jesse asked, holding me higher in the air. It was hard to breathe...I felt like I was suffocating. I felt the same way in my vision.
I looked down at the glowing, bubbling water. "No way!" I said as I took a deep breath, knowing that I was about to meet the bottom of the hottub. That's what happened. Jesse plunged me face first into the warm water, holding me there. I tried to struggle out of his grip. I heard people shouting from under the water. One of the voices I could recognize was Suze's. She shouted at him and he loosened his grip a little. I felt something pull me up and I found out it was these two college-looking guys. I gasped for air and I felt something stinging me. Chlorine + open cuts = PAIN! I steadied myself on the edge of the tub, while one of the guys held on to my shoulder to keep me from falling again.
"You have to stop it!" she shouted at us, "That's enough! You've wrecked my house. You've made a mess of each other!" At that bit, I looked at Jesse and noticed he had a black eye and his blood was seeping through his shirt. Good job! She continued, looking around nervously, "And I think you've pretty much destroyed what little good reputation I once had."
Another unfamiliar voice, belonging to a college-aged ghost, chimed in, "I can't believe that you guys had a kegger, and no one invited me. Seriously this is some good stuff. You mediators really know how to throw a party." Jesse ignored him, and instead turned his attention towards me.
"Don't come near her again. Do you understand?"
"EAT ME!"
I ended up in the hottub again, this time without a breath first. I felt someone else go in after me. Someone else was tugging at my clothes, trying to bring me back up. I was thrashing about, trying to find a way out. I knew I was drowning, a feeling that I once felt in that vision. I was having major deja vu. Visions usually predict the future; this one was no exception. No wonder I felt so nervous before going to the party. I knew something bad was going to happen. Just then I felt another hand plunge in and grab the collar of my shirt.
I was no longer in the hot, churning water. I was no longer wet or bleeding. I wasn't struggling for air. At first I thought I was dead. But then I opened my eyes.
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A/N: Who's evil? Besides Paul, that would be me! All this Paul POV-ing is turning me into a big meanie when it comes to cliffhangers. Oh, but don't blame it entirely on me, Meg did it too. Of course, you guys could just turn the page and read on, but since I'm evil, you have to wait until I post again! HAHAHAH! I love you readers and reviewers, don't worry. I promise I'll become NiceHayley once more (after the story HAH!). I've never been in a fight before, so I have no idea how in the world to fight. I tried, though, give me some credit. I noticed that doing a POV is just like acting. You have to get in character and stay there. The weird thing is that Paul and I are so different, so it was really hard. Props to those who can act in words and write great POVs or awesome stories! Toodles...Hayley.
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"Knock much?" she asked.
Suze had that deer-in-headlights look when she saw that door swing open. Jesse dropped his hand from her face and glared at me. Sorry for interrupting your little 'moment' DeStupido, but I need to take care of something.
"Well, I heard all the hilarity and figured you had guests. I didn't realize, of course, that you were entertaining Mr. DeSilva."
I turned my eyes toward Jesse, who looked murderous. "Slater," he growled. "Jesse," I said in a friendly tone, "How are you this evening?" Jesse replied, with teeth clenched, "I was doing better before you got here." Aw, that's too bad, really it is.
"Really?" I asked, with surprise in my tone, "Suze didn't tell you the news, then?"
"What n..."
"About shifting?" Suze interrupted as she stepped in front of Jesse, "And the soul transference thing? No, I haven't had a chance to tell Jesse about all that yet. But I will. Thanks for stopping by."
I couldn't help but grin. She really thought she could get rid of me that easily? "That's not why I'm here," I said, trying to stifle a laugh.
I nearly jumped when I heard a strange noise. On the windowsill sat possibly the ugliest creature in the world, next to Jesse of course. I think it was a cat. It had its back hunched and it was growling loudly. Jesse looked about the same, minus the growling bit. But I'm pretty sure if I pressed his buttons right, he'd be doing just that.
Suze was thinking of some quick damage control. "Well, if you're here for Brad's party, you seem to be a little lost. It's downstairs, not up here," she said quickly.
"I'm not here for the party, either," I said as I smiled sweetly. I had a feeling that this was going to be GREAT! "I came by to return this to you." This was it...no turning back. I dug the hair clip out of my pocket and held it out in he palm of my hand. "You left it in my bedroom the other day."
The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes widened and her perfect little jaw dropped. Jesse looked like a train had hit him. I don't know the customs of the 1850's, but I'm pretty sure women didn't go into men's bedrooms all that often. Suze looked at Jesse worriedly and then back to me. She snatched the hair clip away and said, "Thanks, but I dropped it at school, not your place." I tried everything in my power not to laugh. Truly, it was hilarious. She was trapped.
"Are you sure?" I asked innocently. "I could have sworn you left it in my bed."
I found myself on the ground the next minute. Jesse punched me square in the nose! I really didn't see it coming. It caused me to literally spin into Suze's dressing table. Then I fell to the ground and loads of girly things like nail polish fell on me. That loser did NOT just punch me! He was so dead...I mean...YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
Suze stepped between us and said nervously, "All right, okay? Enough. Jesse, he's just trying to get a rise out of you. It was nothing, all right? I went over to his house because he said he knew some stuff about something called soul transference. I thought maybe it might help you." Aha! I knew it! "But I swear, that's all it was," she added, "Nothing happened."
I laughed a little and got to my feet. "Nothing happened," I said with amusement. She thought that kissing ON MY BED was nothing? It was something to me. No, it was EVERYTHING to me. And she went around saying it was nothing. Well, I didn't think Jesse would see it as 'nothing'.
"Tell me something, JESSE," I said as I turned my attention towards him, "Does she sigh when you kiss her too?"
I couldn't really see Suze's expression then, because Jesse punched me again, this time on my jaw. I don't know if they had anger management back then, but it sure would have done him some good. The punch sent me flying into the seat near her window. The cat-thing jumped and hissed at me. I landed facedown on her pink velvet cushions. Um, ouch...my nose was killing me.
"That's enough!" I heard Suze shout. I lifted my head and saw her hold Jesse's arm back, keeping him from hitting me again. She must like me a little...I mean, because she was trying to stop Jesse from fighting me. Or else she's just protecting Jesse from doing something stupid, like getting himself exorcised again. Well, too bad, he already missed his chance of salvation. He was as good as gone.
"God, Jesse, can't you see what he's doing? He's just trying to make you mad. Don't give him the satisfaction."
I rolled my head against the cushions purposefully, smearing my blood on them. You know, blood that I ACTUALLY have. Blood that Jesse didn't possess. "That is not what I am trying to do," I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose, "I am trying to point out to JESSE here that you need a REAL boyfriend. I mean, COME ON! How long do you think its going to last?" I sat up and looked at Suze. "Suze," I told her as I stared at her from the window seat, "I didn't tell you before, but I'll tell you now because I know what you've been thinking. Soul transference only works if you toss out the soul that's currently occupying a body, then throw someone else's into it. In other words, it's MURDER. And I'm sorry, but you don't strike me as much of a murderer."
Then I turned my gaze toward Jesse. "Your boy Jesse's going to have to step into the light one of these days. You're just holding him back..."
"Shut up, Paul!" she shouted as she held onto Jesse's arm tighter. If looks could kill, I'd be dead about now, because Jesse was giving me a death stare (pardon the pun...it was too good).
"And what about you, JESSE?" I continued as I started laughing. I didn't care that my nose was gushing blood or that my fifty-dollar shirt was ruined. "I mean, what the hell can you give her? You can't even pay for her to have a DAMNED CUP OF COFFEE..."
I don't think I was laughing much when Jesse pounced on me and wrapped his hands around my neck. I reciprocated the action and we crashed on the floor, trying to choke each other. I pulled Jesse up by the neck and punched him, sending him into Suze's bookshelf. I watched as Suze run out of the room. I got up, picked up a large book, and held it menacingly over Jesse's head.
"Don't try anything," I warned him, "Or this book is going through your skull." Jesse tried to kick me from the ground, but I grabbed his leg. I turned him around so he was face down in the pile of books and I twisted his arm behind his back in a very uncomfortable angle.
"Jesse, Jesse, Jesse," I said as I shook my head, "When are you going to learn that you can't have Suze? You're dead, if you haven't noticed." "I know that," Jesse struggled, "And I know that it is not fair of me to take advantage of Susannah, even though I love her. That is why I'm moving out. But I see that you have no problem taking advantage of her." I pushed on his arm, causing him to shout in pain.
"You don't love her, or else why would you be moving out?" I asked. Jesse stuttered, "I told you..."
"She was fucking CRYING today because of you! You broke her heart, JESSE. You can't do that shit and then try to tell me that you LOVE her. She loved you, JESSE. If that's how you treat her, no wonder she keeps coming to ME!"
Jesse exploded from my grip and punched me in the nose again. I heard something crack. THAT FREAK BROKE MY NOSE! "Don't you DARE speak of my querida like that! She would never do a thing like that. YOU are after HER, Slater."
"Was I, Jesse? Do you know that for a fact? Did your precious QUERIDA tell you that?"
"Slater, I am warning you, stay away from Susannah. I do not know what you did to her. She hasn't been the same since...since the last time we met in that horrible place."
I stopped struggling for a bit. What is he talking about? I didn't do ANYTHING to her then. In fact, I believe that it was Mr. DeSilva who punched ME.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know well what I am talking about! She hasn't gotten a full night's rest since then. She tosses and turns in her sleep. I hear her cry out too, mostly stuff about YOU. You are HAUNTING her, Slater. And she hasn't been the same. She NEVER will be the same again."
"I can't help what happens in Suze's sub-conscious," I said with a smile. The fact that Suze dreamt about me every night kind of made me proud of myself. I didn't know I had that affect on people.
"Yes you can. Just stay away from her."
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
Jesse picked me up and threw me against the doorpost. I kicked him and sent him crashing into the hallway. I jumped on him and grabbed his neck. Jesse rolled over and grabbed me by the neck too. We rolled around punching and kicking, anything to get the other off of us. Couples in the hallway started screaming and shouting as we tumbled our way down the staircase. Then Jesse climbed to his feet and grabbed me by the arms. He hit me again in the stomach and sent me flying into a crowd of dancing guests. I heard shouts all around the room.
"Oh my God! Suze! What's going on? Is he on DRUGS?"
"That would explain a lot about the guy."
"Aw, Jesus! What the hell is wrong with that guy? Is he wasted or what?"
I felt something foamy being sprayed on us. Someone sprayed us with the fire extinguisher. I blindly punched Jesse, and then I hit something, which turned out to be a china cabinet. The cabinet toppled over in the opposite direction.
"Maybe he's having a seizure. Somebody better call an ambulance!"
"No! No, no cops! Nobody call the cops!"
I was pretty distracted by the falling of the china cabinet and by the commentary of the innocent bystanders. Jesse picked me up and threw me into the sliding glass doors. I crashed through and landed pretty roughly on the ground. Bits of glass rained on me, just like the stars had in my vision. I had tiny cuts all over me, but I didn't care. I continued punching and kicking, with no real strategy.
"Slater! You are paying for a new door, you FREAK!"
Uh, oh. As I turned to face Brad, Jesse seized me by the neck and held me over the hottub. I was curious about what other people saw. They probably thought I was levitating or something.
"Are you going to stay away from her?" Jesse asked, holding me higher in the air. It was hard to breathe...I felt like I was suffocating. I felt the same way in my vision.
I looked down at the glowing, bubbling water. "No way!" I said as I took a deep breath, knowing that I was about to meet the bottom of the hottub. That's what happened. Jesse plunged me face first into the warm water, holding me there. I tried to struggle out of his grip. I heard people shouting from under the water. One of the voices I could recognize was Suze's. She shouted at him and he loosened his grip a little. I felt something pull me up and I found out it was these two college-looking guys. I gasped for air and I felt something stinging me. Chlorine + open cuts = PAIN! I steadied myself on the edge of the tub, while one of the guys held on to my shoulder to keep me from falling again.
"You have to stop it!" she shouted at us, "That's enough! You've wrecked my house. You've made a mess of each other!" At that bit, I looked at Jesse and noticed he had a black eye and his blood was seeping through his shirt. Good job! She continued, looking around nervously, "And I think you've pretty much destroyed what little good reputation I once had."
Another unfamiliar voice, belonging to a college-aged ghost, chimed in, "I can't believe that you guys had a kegger, and no one invited me. Seriously this is some good stuff. You mediators really know how to throw a party." Jesse ignored him, and instead turned his attention towards me.
"Don't come near her again. Do you understand?"
"EAT ME!"
I ended up in the hottub again, this time without a breath first. I felt someone else go in after me. Someone else was tugging at my clothes, trying to bring me back up. I was thrashing about, trying to find a way out. I knew I was drowning, a feeling that I once felt in that vision. I was having major deja vu. Visions usually predict the future; this one was no exception. No wonder I felt so nervous before going to the party. I knew something bad was going to happen. Just then I felt another hand plunge in and grab the collar of my shirt.
I was no longer in the hot, churning water. I was no longer wet or bleeding. I wasn't struggling for air. At first I thought I was dead. But then I opened my eyes.
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A/N: Who's evil? Besides Paul, that would be me! All this Paul POV-ing is turning me into a big meanie when it comes to cliffhangers. Oh, but don't blame it entirely on me, Meg did it too. Of course, you guys could just turn the page and read on, but since I'm evil, you have to wait until I post again! HAHAHAH! I love you readers and reviewers, don't worry. I promise I'll become NiceHayley once more (after the story HAH!). I've never been in a fight before, so I have no idea how in the world to fight. I tried, though, give me some credit. I noticed that doing a POV is just like acting. You have to get in character and stay there. The weird thing is that Paul and I are so different, so it was really hard. Props to those who can act in words and write great POVs or awesome stories! Toodles...Hayley.
