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A/N: thank u for reviewing muzacgirl!!! Seriously, I was rele nervous and you rock!
Hope you enjoy!!
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He just grinned and leaned in closer to me, his breath tickling me cheek and freezing my insides. His icy blue eyes were sparkling and his breath smelt of toothpaste. I'd forgotten how scared of him I was until he was right in front of me. Leaving me with no escape.
"So...you haven't forgotten our lessons, I hope? I would hate to be forced to do something like, oh I don't know, exorcise your boyfriend." I winced. He had me. He had me right where he wanted me. And he knew it.
"I'll be there," I said shortly. I wanted – needed – to get away. Paul leaned in even closer, his grin widening and is hands moving to either side of my head, trapping me against the classroom door. I suddenly went from very cold to very hot.
"My house, at 7pm. I'll cook us some dinner, we can make sparkling conversation...and then go on from there," one of his hands had moved down so it was grazing my arm. My whole body went rigid and burnt as though on fire. I pursed my lips to stop from groaning. I had to get out of there...before I did I something I'd regret.
"Don't you dare get any ideas. You will have me for one hour-" I winced as soon as the words left my mouth. Paul just stepped even closer into me, if it was possible, and smirked even more, flashing his brilliantly white politician's smile. I was waiting for fangs to suddenly shoot out. "-in which you can tell me as much as you know about shifting. And that's it. Nothing else. And we will not be going up to your bedroom!" I added accusingly. Paul chuckled softly.
"Oh come on, Suze. It'll be just the two of us. Just like last time. Jesse doesn't have to know," I scowled at him and whispered quickly, "I love Jesse, Paul. Nothing will change that. Nothing." Paul glared at that and stepped back. He looked away and I let out my breath. I hadn't even realised I'd been holding it. Man, I was getting hot. And hungry, too. Like I said, I needed my lunch and Paul was wasting it. My mood was turning foul and I my arms were twitching to take a swing at Paul's perfect, Calvin- Klein-model face.
Paul turned his head back to me, his composure regained. The angry glint in his eye, gone. I had to admit; he was incredibly good looking. Shame he was so incredibly evil, too.
"Su-uze," he said it in a sickly singsong voice.
OK, now I know I was asking for it, but I was curious and I just wanted to get away from him, so I thought if I let him say what he had to say, then I could go and still eat my lunch. I should've just kicked him in the family jewels, like I've done so many times before, and run. But I didn't. And it turned out Paul didn't have very much to say.
"What?" I snapped. It really was hot. My whole body was prickling with sweat and I was beginning to feel slightly claustrophobic.
That's when Paul attacked.
Not literally. But just as bad. In fact, worse.
His body slammed me to the door and his mouth crushed into me. I was getting a big sense of déjà vu...
"No, don't. Paul! Stop it!" I shrieked.
Well, at least that's what I tried to say. What actually came out was: "O, bont. 'Aul! 'Op i'!" I tried to push him off me. I placed my hands firmly on his chest and heaved with all my might. But his body weight had other ideas - like pinning me against that door.
See what I mean? Spawn of Satan. And a very good kisser.
Trouble is, now his mouth was in action, other parts of his anatomy were beginning to try and get some too...
OK, OK, don't get all excited! I'm talking about his hands. Although, now that I mention it...
Okay, no. That is just wrong. I love Jesse. I love Jesse. I hope he was going to visit me today. I could kill for one of those spine-tingling, melt- me-into-a-pile-of-goo, heart-racing kisses. Yum-MY. But first, I had to get rid of Paul. Speaking of which...
His hands had gone from gripping my arms to gripping my waist. What did he think I was? A sack of potatoes or something he could just grapple? I started squirming, trying to get away from his large, tendony hands. I remembered them when they were around Jesse's throat and shuddered. I turned my head away and really started pushing Paul, anything to get some fresh air. Then I started to push him some more.
But Paul's legs just locked themselves between mine so he had better balance. I regretted wearing my short skirt and cropped top. This guy really was unstoppable. When was he going to give up? Did he not get the picture? I mean, how many times had I hurt him because he made a move on me?
This time was way unfair, though, Paul hadn't even given me a chance to pound him before he pounced on me!
After wriggling about manically (I felt like I was doing some kind of freaky tribal dance) and trying to raise my knee up high enough to really hurt Paul, I was reaching boiling point I was so hot. And my throat was getting dry from screaming angrily into his mouth.
"Ge' da hell off 'e, oo fweak! I 'wear 'o God, I am gonna kill oo! LET 'E GO!!!"
But seriously, this guy was like a leech. I even tried biting him but all that did was make him more turned on...EW
He did let me go eventually, though...yeah, after I karate chopped him in the larynx. He fell back, choking and clutching his throat. I relaxed. And then my rage kicked in.
"You are such a jerk! I mean seriously! You know I love Jesse, you are just a vindictive, conniving, desperate freak with only one thing on his mind. If you want that, go out with Kelly Prescott or Debbie Manicuso or something!" I was pacing up and down, flailing my arms wildly and giving him the old hairy eyeball.
He couldn't respond though because of all the coughing and choking he was doing. I stood still, hands on my hips waiting for him to recover so I could kick his satanic butt some more. Boy, was I mad now. And thirsty. I considered nipping down the hall to the drinks fountain for a quick sip and then coming back to do some damage.
Then, thank God, someone entered the classroom.
I say thank God, but as soon as I saw who it was, I instantly wished it was some body else...
A/N: thank u for reviewing muzacgirl!!! Seriously, I was rele nervous and you rock!
Hope you enjoy!!
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He just grinned and leaned in closer to me, his breath tickling me cheek and freezing my insides. His icy blue eyes were sparkling and his breath smelt of toothpaste. I'd forgotten how scared of him I was until he was right in front of me. Leaving me with no escape.
"So...you haven't forgotten our lessons, I hope? I would hate to be forced to do something like, oh I don't know, exorcise your boyfriend." I winced. He had me. He had me right where he wanted me. And he knew it.
"I'll be there," I said shortly. I wanted – needed – to get away. Paul leaned in even closer, his grin widening and is hands moving to either side of my head, trapping me against the classroom door. I suddenly went from very cold to very hot.
"My house, at 7pm. I'll cook us some dinner, we can make sparkling conversation...and then go on from there," one of his hands had moved down so it was grazing my arm. My whole body went rigid and burnt as though on fire. I pursed my lips to stop from groaning. I had to get out of there...before I did I something I'd regret.
"Don't you dare get any ideas. You will have me for one hour-" I winced as soon as the words left my mouth. Paul just stepped even closer into me, if it was possible, and smirked even more, flashing his brilliantly white politician's smile. I was waiting for fangs to suddenly shoot out. "-in which you can tell me as much as you know about shifting. And that's it. Nothing else. And we will not be going up to your bedroom!" I added accusingly. Paul chuckled softly.
"Oh come on, Suze. It'll be just the two of us. Just like last time. Jesse doesn't have to know," I scowled at him and whispered quickly, "I love Jesse, Paul. Nothing will change that. Nothing." Paul glared at that and stepped back. He looked away and I let out my breath. I hadn't even realised I'd been holding it. Man, I was getting hot. And hungry, too. Like I said, I needed my lunch and Paul was wasting it. My mood was turning foul and I my arms were twitching to take a swing at Paul's perfect, Calvin- Klein-model face.
Paul turned his head back to me, his composure regained. The angry glint in his eye, gone. I had to admit; he was incredibly good looking. Shame he was so incredibly evil, too.
"Su-uze," he said it in a sickly singsong voice.
OK, now I know I was asking for it, but I was curious and I just wanted to get away from him, so I thought if I let him say what he had to say, then I could go and still eat my lunch. I should've just kicked him in the family jewels, like I've done so many times before, and run. But I didn't. And it turned out Paul didn't have very much to say.
"What?" I snapped. It really was hot. My whole body was prickling with sweat and I was beginning to feel slightly claustrophobic.
That's when Paul attacked.
Not literally. But just as bad. In fact, worse.
His body slammed me to the door and his mouth crushed into me. I was getting a big sense of déjà vu...
"No, don't. Paul! Stop it!" I shrieked.
Well, at least that's what I tried to say. What actually came out was: "O, bont. 'Aul! 'Op i'!" I tried to push him off me. I placed my hands firmly on his chest and heaved with all my might. But his body weight had other ideas - like pinning me against that door.
See what I mean? Spawn of Satan. And a very good kisser.
Trouble is, now his mouth was in action, other parts of his anatomy were beginning to try and get some too...
OK, OK, don't get all excited! I'm talking about his hands. Although, now that I mention it...
Okay, no. That is just wrong. I love Jesse. I love Jesse. I hope he was going to visit me today. I could kill for one of those spine-tingling, melt- me-into-a-pile-of-goo, heart-racing kisses. Yum-MY. But first, I had to get rid of Paul. Speaking of which...
His hands had gone from gripping my arms to gripping my waist. What did he think I was? A sack of potatoes or something he could just grapple? I started squirming, trying to get away from his large, tendony hands. I remembered them when they were around Jesse's throat and shuddered. I turned my head away and really started pushing Paul, anything to get some fresh air. Then I started to push him some more.
But Paul's legs just locked themselves between mine so he had better balance. I regretted wearing my short skirt and cropped top. This guy really was unstoppable. When was he going to give up? Did he not get the picture? I mean, how many times had I hurt him because he made a move on me?
This time was way unfair, though, Paul hadn't even given me a chance to pound him before he pounced on me!
After wriggling about manically (I felt like I was doing some kind of freaky tribal dance) and trying to raise my knee up high enough to really hurt Paul, I was reaching boiling point I was so hot. And my throat was getting dry from screaming angrily into his mouth.
"Ge' da hell off 'e, oo fweak! I 'wear 'o God, I am gonna kill oo! LET 'E GO!!!"
But seriously, this guy was like a leech. I even tried biting him but all that did was make him more turned on...EW
He did let me go eventually, though...yeah, after I karate chopped him in the larynx. He fell back, choking and clutching his throat. I relaxed. And then my rage kicked in.
"You are such a jerk! I mean seriously! You know I love Jesse, you are just a vindictive, conniving, desperate freak with only one thing on his mind. If you want that, go out with Kelly Prescott or Debbie Manicuso or something!" I was pacing up and down, flailing my arms wildly and giving him the old hairy eyeball.
He couldn't respond though because of all the coughing and choking he was doing. I stood still, hands on my hips waiting for him to recover so I could kick his satanic butt some more. Boy, was I mad now. And thirsty. I considered nipping down the hall to the drinks fountain for a quick sip and then coming back to do some damage.
Then, thank God, someone entered the classroom.
I say thank God, but as soon as I saw who it was, I instantly wished it was some body else...