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Suze's POV:
Well, it's two weeks later, and Jesse was right: For a week, I couldn't walk straight. I limped most places, and sat a lot of the time. No one really questioned it, and if they did, I just told them I'd twisted my ankle. Just goes to show how gullible this family is.
Only Paul- and maybe Father Dom- knew why I'd suddenly withdrawn from everything and everyone. I only spoke when someone asked me something, and even then it was one-word or one-sentence answers. Like the conversation I had with CeeCee and Adam:
Cee: Suze, you ok?
Me: Yups.
Adam: Cuz you seem kinda bummed.
Cee: Did you and Jesse have a fight or something?
Me (after a snort): You could say that.
Adam: You want us to kick his ass? Cuz I so could.
Me: Nah.
Cee: Adam, no you couldn't, he's- Wait, he is still, you know, right Suze?
Me: Nope.
Adam: He's what? Stupid? Yea. Dead? Definitely, when I get done with hi- HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? (It was at the word dead I'd started to walk off.)
Me: Away.
And as I walked, I heard people yelling behind me. All of them babbling about random things, like what to wear to so-and-so's party on Friday, and if Lindsey Michaels should go out with Jack Lawson, rumored to be a player, but insanely hot. I felt like crying but wouldn't let myself. Not while I was at school.
"Suze! Suze!" I turned to see Kelly Prescott running towards me.
"What Kelly?" I asked boredly.
She seemed a bit miffed that I was rude. Whatever. "I heard you and that Jesse guy had a fight, and I wanted to give you my condolences, is all!"
Right. Wanted to see if we were broken up is more like it. So she could move in and snake him. Well, Kelly could have him! Wait...no, I wouldn't do that to Kelly. She may be a ditz, but she doesn't deserve to have that done to her.
"And you do?" I heard in my head.
"Not now, Paul." I answered back.
"Yeah, Kelly. We broke up. He cheated on me with this whore in the Valley." I said monotonely. Her jaw dropped and she said, "Oh you poor thing! If you need anything, feel free to ask me or Debbie, or any of the gang, alright?"
Then she clucked her tongue, and gave one last sympathetic "Poor Suze." before leaving.
"All clear?" Paul asked via my mind again.
"Nope." I thought at him. "Leave me be, OK? Please?"
"No, not OK, Suze." Paul said, coming up behind me. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him. "Suze, you didn't deserve it. And I'm sorry."
"What's to be sorry for? There's nothing you could have done. There's nothing anyone could have done. Hell, even I couldn't do anything." I said with more emotion than I'd had in me the last two weeks.
"I'm sorry I didn't stop him. I'm sorry I didn't follow. I'm sorry it happened! Hell, I'm just sorry in general!" Paul said, pulling me into a hug. I struggled and got away from him. "Don't touch me. Don't EVER touch me!" I hissed before running to the girl's room.
Unfortunately, my 'don't-ever-touch-me' remark had not fallen upon deaf ears. Paul, CeeCee, Adam, and a couple other people heard. CeeCee came running in and said, "Suze, I thought you had a fight with Jesse? Why are you telling Paul to not touch you? Did he...I mean, is he WHY you guys had a fight?"
"No, Cee." I said, sniffling and holding back tears. "Paul is not why we had a fight. If anything, he's what could have saved me, if I'd fought back harder or something. I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, you may want to go back out in the hall, because Adam's trying to beat up Paul."
I ran to the hallway, where Adam had Paul backed up against a locker, with his hands around Paul's throat, going, "I swear to God, if you don't stay away from her, I will kill you!"
"ADAM MCTAVISH! PUT HIM DOWN!" I shrieked. "IT'S NOT HIS FAULT!"
Adam dropped Paul and turned to me. We now had a bit of an audience. "What do you mean, it's not his fault? What's not his fault, if you're yelling at him to not touch you?"
I groaned. "I'm a little sensitive about anyone touching me. He just happened to be the first person to give me a hug!"
"Suze, will you just spill on why I can't kick his ass? Or point the way to Jesse so I can kick his?" Adam said. Our tones had gone down, and therefore, so did the audience. Paul was massaging his throat.
"Dammit, Adam, I don't want to freaking talk about it!" Only I didn't say freaking. "Just no more fighting! Not with Paul, not with Jesse, if he shows, which I freaking doubt because his lame ass just came back to life and he's probably out getting blown by a bunch of whores until tonight when he freaking comes back like he does every night since he came back to life and I'm still freaking in love with him and you're making all of this a hell of a lot harder so will you JUST STOP FIGHTING?!"
And then I just stalked off. Seriously. Adam, CeeCee, and Paul's jaws just dropped at my outburst and my retreating back as I went to class.
Or tried to. Paul decided it was time for another mind-chat.
"What do you mean, until tonight when he comes back?"
"Get out of my head."
"Suze..."
"What do you think I mean, Paul?"
"You mean, he keeps coming back and doing...that...every night?"
"Yeah. And screaming eggs him on. So its been two weeks of hell. NOW GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screamed the last line, and heard Paul stumble backwards at my scream. I kept walking.
"I'm home, if anyone gives a shit!" I hadn't seen Andy or my mom's cars in the driveway, meaning it was safe to swear and not get reamed for my improper language. Apparently, Doc went to the library and Sleepy and Dopey were at the beach, surfing. Good. I need some "me" time.
I threw my bag down in my room and kept walking into the bathroom. I filled the tub with raspberry bubble bath and decided to soak for awhile.
Twenty minutes later, my head was clearer, I smelled of raspberries, and I felt kind of OK. Better than I had in the last two weeks, anyways. I got dressed in comfort clothes- you know, the embarressing yellow duck pajamas that you swear up and down to people you've thrown away, but in reality have and wear when you want to feel better or are sick or something- and went to my room. I'd gotten my homework done in my free period seventh hour, and the only time I had to put in an appearence was at dinner. Which would be in an hour.
So for an hour, I sat in my room and stared into space. Very nice to do, just stare off into space and not think about anything. Then I went down for dinner, smacked Dopey for making a crack about my pajamas, smacked him again for making a crack about school that day, and then was free. Mom and Andy left for some mini-vacation they were taking since it was Friday, Sleepy and Dopey went out to do whatever, and Doc went to Todd's house.
What, pray tell, did I do? The plan was to watch TV until my brain was fried, then go to sleep. Maybe snack on a bag of Doritos. Nothing big, just yanno, chill.
Since when do I get what I want? HUH? I wanted Jesse to be alive so we could live happily ever after, but I was alone there. I wanted to hate Paul for the rest of my life, he's actually pretty cool. I wanted to keep my virginity until I was married, or at least, dating the guy for a year or so, and completely in love. I mean, yes, I was all in love with Jesse, but that didn't turn out so well.
Anyways, I didn't get to do anything I wanted. Well, I did get to crash in front of the TV for a little bit.
Until Paul showed up.
HauntedGurrl: Thanks for reviewing! Glad you like it!!!
Enelya Tinuviel: I know! I'm not happy with the Jesse in What's A Girl To Do BUT he'll get better soon. Like, in the next couple chapters or so.
Suze's POV:
Well, it's two weeks later, and Jesse was right: For a week, I couldn't walk straight. I limped most places, and sat a lot of the time. No one really questioned it, and if they did, I just told them I'd twisted my ankle. Just goes to show how gullible this family is.
Only Paul- and maybe Father Dom- knew why I'd suddenly withdrawn from everything and everyone. I only spoke when someone asked me something, and even then it was one-word or one-sentence answers. Like the conversation I had with CeeCee and Adam:
Cee: Suze, you ok?
Me: Yups.
Adam: Cuz you seem kinda bummed.
Cee: Did you and Jesse have a fight or something?
Me (after a snort): You could say that.
Adam: You want us to kick his ass? Cuz I so could.
Me: Nah.
Cee: Adam, no you couldn't, he's- Wait, he is still, you know, right Suze?
Me: Nope.
Adam: He's what? Stupid? Yea. Dead? Definitely, when I get done with hi- HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING? (It was at the word dead I'd started to walk off.)
Me: Away.
And as I walked, I heard people yelling behind me. All of them babbling about random things, like what to wear to so-and-so's party on Friday, and if Lindsey Michaels should go out with Jack Lawson, rumored to be a player, but insanely hot. I felt like crying but wouldn't let myself. Not while I was at school.
"Suze! Suze!" I turned to see Kelly Prescott running towards me.
"What Kelly?" I asked boredly.
She seemed a bit miffed that I was rude. Whatever. "I heard you and that Jesse guy had a fight, and I wanted to give you my condolences, is all!"
Right. Wanted to see if we were broken up is more like it. So she could move in and snake him. Well, Kelly could have him! Wait...no, I wouldn't do that to Kelly. She may be a ditz, but she doesn't deserve to have that done to her.
"And you do?" I heard in my head.
"Not now, Paul." I answered back.
"Yeah, Kelly. We broke up. He cheated on me with this whore in the Valley." I said monotonely. Her jaw dropped and she said, "Oh you poor thing! If you need anything, feel free to ask me or Debbie, or any of the gang, alright?"
Then she clucked her tongue, and gave one last sympathetic "Poor Suze." before leaving.
"All clear?" Paul asked via my mind again.
"Nope." I thought at him. "Leave me be, OK? Please?"
"No, not OK, Suze." Paul said, coming up behind me. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him. "Suze, you didn't deserve it. And I'm sorry."
"What's to be sorry for? There's nothing you could have done. There's nothing anyone could have done. Hell, even I couldn't do anything." I said with more emotion than I'd had in me the last two weeks.
"I'm sorry I didn't stop him. I'm sorry I didn't follow. I'm sorry it happened! Hell, I'm just sorry in general!" Paul said, pulling me into a hug. I struggled and got away from him. "Don't touch me. Don't EVER touch me!" I hissed before running to the girl's room.
Unfortunately, my 'don't-ever-touch-me' remark had not fallen upon deaf ears. Paul, CeeCee, Adam, and a couple other people heard. CeeCee came running in and said, "Suze, I thought you had a fight with Jesse? Why are you telling Paul to not touch you? Did he...I mean, is he WHY you guys had a fight?"
"No, Cee." I said, sniffling and holding back tears. "Paul is not why we had a fight. If anything, he's what could have saved me, if I'd fought back harder or something. I don't want to talk about it."
"Well, you may want to go back out in the hall, because Adam's trying to beat up Paul."
I ran to the hallway, where Adam had Paul backed up against a locker, with his hands around Paul's throat, going, "I swear to God, if you don't stay away from her, I will kill you!"
"ADAM MCTAVISH! PUT HIM DOWN!" I shrieked. "IT'S NOT HIS FAULT!"
Adam dropped Paul and turned to me. We now had a bit of an audience. "What do you mean, it's not his fault? What's not his fault, if you're yelling at him to not touch you?"
I groaned. "I'm a little sensitive about anyone touching me. He just happened to be the first person to give me a hug!"
"Suze, will you just spill on why I can't kick his ass? Or point the way to Jesse so I can kick his?" Adam said. Our tones had gone down, and therefore, so did the audience. Paul was massaging his throat.
"Dammit, Adam, I don't want to freaking talk about it!" Only I didn't say freaking. "Just no more fighting! Not with Paul, not with Jesse, if he shows, which I freaking doubt because his lame ass just came back to life and he's probably out getting blown by a bunch of whores until tonight when he freaking comes back like he does every night since he came back to life and I'm still freaking in love with him and you're making all of this a hell of a lot harder so will you JUST STOP FIGHTING?!"
And then I just stalked off. Seriously. Adam, CeeCee, and Paul's jaws just dropped at my outburst and my retreating back as I went to class.
Or tried to. Paul decided it was time for another mind-chat.
"What do you mean, until tonight when he comes back?"
"Get out of my head."
"Suze..."
"What do you think I mean, Paul?"
"You mean, he keeps coming back and doing...that...every night?"
"Yeah. And screaming eggs him on. So its been two weeks of hell. NOW GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" I screamed the last line, and heard Paul stumble backwards at my scream. I kept walking.
"I'm home, if anyone gives a shit!" I hadn't seen Andy or my mom's cars in the driveway, meaning it was safe to swear and not get reamed for my improper language. Apparently, Doc went to the library and Sleepy and Dopey were at the beach, surfing. Good. I need some "me" time.
I threw my bag down in my room and kept walking into the bathroom. I filled the tub with raspberry bubble bath and decided to soak for awhile.
Twenty minutes later, my head was clearer, I smelled of raspberries, and I felt kind of OK. Better than I had in the last two weeks, anyways. I got dressed in comfort clothes- you know, the embarressing yellow duck pajamas that you swear up and down to people you've thrown away, but in reality have and wear when you want to feel better or are sick or something- and went to my room. I'd gotten my homework done in my free period seventh hour, and the only time I had to put in an appearence was at dinner. Which would be in an hour.
So for an hour, I sat in my room and stared into space. Very nice to do, just stare off into space and not think about anything. Then I went down for dinner, smacked Dopey for making a crack about my pajamas, smacked him again for making a crack about school that day, and then was free. Mom and Andy left for some mini-vacation they were taking since it was Friday, Sleepy and Dopey went out to do whatever, and Doc went to Todd's house.
What, pray tell, did I do? The plan was to watch TV until my brain was fried, then go to sleep. Maybe snack on a bag of Doritos. Nothing big, just yanno, chill.
Since when do I get what I want? HUH? I wanted Jesse to be alive so we could live happily ever after, but I was alone there. I wanted to hate Paul for the rest of my life, he's actually pretty cool. I wanted to keep my virginity until I was married, or at least, dating the guy for a year or so, and completely in love. I mean, yes, I was all in love with Jesse, but that didn't turn out so well.
Anyways, I didn't get to do anything I wanted. Well, I did get to crash in front of the TV for a little bit.
Until Paul showed up.