Ch 5 Encounter with Paul

Suze's POV

I quickly got to my feet. "Paul, go to your room!" As immature as that sounded, I really wanted that to happen. Why is it that Paul is the ONLY "thing" I'm scared of? I don't know why but still! Just the name strikes fear in my heart.

I went to my closet and took out my hammer, again. Twice, in one day! What a record breaker to be proud of. I mean, being harassed twice! I fingered the handle. Should I throw it at him?

"Aw Suzie, you aren't afraid of me, are you? Don't worry, because I'm at 'your' house, and you can do the honors. If we had things my way, we'd both be dead."

Oh my God, he did not just say that! "Yeah right Paul, you pervert, go play with a…pillow." I chucked a pillow at him. He caught it easily and threw it aside. Before I knew it, Paul was on top of me. Again. He glared at me menacingly. "Maybe not a pillow...which, by the way, is a lame comeback, I was thinking more along the lines of...you."

I froze and couldn't budge. What the heck? I stared at him and he had that unblinking look in his eyes. "Paul, get off me, you basta-" I blinked and punched Paul in the cheek, but then he held onto my wrist. His reflexes were getting good. Help me! "Look at me," Paul said sternly. I couldn't help it, I felt like I was hypnotized and I looked up. I saw his cold eyes as they bore into mine and I melted into pudding. I couldn't do anything.

He hypnotized me!

Paul's POV

So as she went downstairs, I slunk towards her room and walked through her locked door. I didn't want to waste my energy trying to open her busted door. (wonder who broke it) Besides, I needed the practice on going through solid objects. Grandpa says I shouldn't and that it'll kill me but do I give a care? What's the worst thing that could happen? Me getting stuck in the door? Fat chance. The door loves me.

So I'm in her room waiting for her. The plan is to go under the covers when I hear her. To be honest, Suze is way too loud for her own good.

As I was waiting, I looked around and all I see is pinkish and frilly stuff. Seriously, everywhere you look you see girly glamour and lip gloss. I started to walk around trying to see if I could do something. Against the wall I saw drawers. Hmmm, drawers...clothes...ok..., I get it. I went up to her drawers and said, "What's in drawer number one?" I opened it up and all I saw was makeup, accessories, and magazines, and all that girly stuff, (what happened to her being a rebel girl? I expected something else.) I shut that drawer disgustedly. I opened the last drawer and pulled out a very helpful box and took out something very special... This will come in handy. I opened the next drawer; drawer number two. Okay, more of my taste, big time. I hit the jackpot; Lingerie! Her underclothes like her polka dot bras and her panties, what happened to her thongs! Doesn't Suze wear them? I was just about to check what size bra she wore when I heard Suze...

I dived under her covers and I heard the key click. A minute later, I felt someone fall on me--this was just too easy. I blinked as I saw light, it was Suze.

"What the…heck are you doing in here?" she yelled. "GET OUT!"

I blinked again and grinned. She quickly got to her feet gracefully. "Paul, go to your room!"

She is so scared of me, just she won't admit it. She ran to her closet and took out a sledgehammer or something. I was slightly afraid; what was she going to do with that thing! I mean, come on, I pride myself on being buff. "Aw Suzie, you aren't afraid of me are you?" I asked. "Don't worry, because I'm at 'your' house, you can do the honors. By the time I'm done with you, we'll both be dead." Oh yeah, I mean it. I mean, I just want to have fun. "Yeah right Paul, you pervert, go play with a pillow." She snarled. Then I pounced on her and cast a steely gaze on her. "Maybe not a pillow...which by the way is a lame comeback, I was thinking more along the lines of...you." I felt Suze tense and not move, because I "immobilized" her.

"Paul, get off me, you basta-" I felt my cheek get slapped but it looked like she punched me. Weakling. I grabbed her wrist and said, "Look at me." Slowly, she looked up and I hypnotized her, okay? I hypnotized her.

Suze's POV

I felt like I was in a tunnel, all I could see were Paul's eyes and all I heard was Paul. "Suze, can you hear me?" I nodded. I was still making eye contact with Paul's icy stare. This is so not right. DON'T look at him! I thought desperately, but no! Paul got the better of me. "Suze, do you love me?"

Say no, say no!

"Yes Paul, I love you with all my heart." Wait-what? What the heck? Oh my GOD, did I just say that? I tried to turn my head but Paul grabbed my face, not too gently either. "Suze, do me a favor..." I tried to block out his voice but he was like Grima Wormtongue! (A/N: You know, in Lord of the Rings) –ugly and evil. Paul was sexually harassing me! I felt his hand slither down my shirt and all of a sudden, my mom burst in the room. Again. I blinked and looked around. Paul looked upset, and I read his mind, "I was so close!" Where was Jesse? I quickly pushed Paul away and punched him.

"Mom, it's not-what-you-think..." But my mom didn't look upset at all. On the contrary, she looked rather pleased. (Can you say wrong?) Paul quickly walked up to my mother and bribed her practically. "I'm sorry Mrs. Ackerman; I can't help if your daughter is so beautiful. May I ask her out on a date?"

"You psychopathic freak!" I mouthed but he didn't seem to notice, nor did my mom. She looked flattered.

Suck up.

"Of course!" was all I heard before I ran out the door. I sank against the wall and trembled slightly. Paul Slater just sexually harassed me and nobody noticed! Just like that time when that Marcus dude snuck me in his car and was about to kill me. God, am I such a nobody that nobody notices when I'm in trouble? When Paul got out of my room, he looked very smug indeed and said, "Saturday, 5 o'clock. I'll pick you up." I answered him by flashing my nail polish on a particular finger. He smiled smugly I punched his stomach. Unlike Brad, he did not cower in pain. Abs of steel. Obviously his six pack was more built than my idiot brother's. Instead of him being in pain, he caught my punch and kissed my hand. Before I could slap him, he left.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned around, fist raised and ready to smack someone's-

It was Jesse.

"Jesse!" For once in my life, I didn't care that people would see me leaning against nothing. I was so scared that I was practically having a seizure, I was so spazzed out. I laid against his chest and continued trembling.

"Susannah, what's wrong?" Jesse asked, shaking me. Oh God, big mistake.

"Nothing. Nothing, I'm just having hallucinations. Nothing of importance. Nothing at all-"

"Susannah…"

"In fact, I'm such a nothing, that nobody notices when I'm in deep-"

"Susannah!"

"…shit."

"What happened up there?" he nodded towards my bedroom on the landing.

"Err...let's just say that someone harassed me." I gathered the courage to look him in the eye and regretted it. Jesse looked murderous.

"Did he touch you? Did he hurt you?" he asked angrily checking me all over as if every spot Paul touched would glow and say, "PAUL TOUCHED ME HERE". I saw Jesse blush and step back. I realized why; I forgot to get a shirt on.

"Err...sorry about that," I mumbled and I quickly ran to the bathroom and wore a t-shirt. I went out and found Jesse replaced with Brad.

Damn.

"Suze," he asked wearily, "It's Suze, right? Or is it Crisis." (A/n Mistake intended.) HarHar... I nodded. "Good, listen-mom"-he finally started calling my mom mom.-"made me invite you and Crissi over to Kelly's party this Saturday… wanna come?" Brad asked in his stupid wrestler voice, even though it's improving, it's so irritating!

I nodded again and pushed back my hair from my face. "4:30," he said yawning. "Suze, this is freaky: first you then her. I can't stand the world; it's so cruel! I don't need two Suze's." He guffawed and put his hand palm out on his forehead dramatically.

I scoffed and pushed him aside. "Thanks, I'll come. Are you taking me?" He punched his chest proudly. "Yup, and I'll be driving in Jake's Camaro since he's off at college." I gaped at him; HIM, driving? "Psh, fine, drive but don't speed 'cause you're paying." And I stalked off. I was lying in bed (Paul free thank you) when I realized that I had a date with Paul at the same time basically same date. YES!

I stared at the street outside, and then at the horizon where the ocean was. The moonlight shined in through the window and I realized that Jesse wasn't there. Weird...I thought. Then I fell asleep.

A/N: YES! I'm done! It's 9:30 p.m. and I'm tired. Thanks everyone for reading this. And thanks Grace for staying awake. (She's my sister. Grace says: Hi everyone.) Please review and find an online translation, if you don't get the Spanish.

Signed, BrEaKOuTChIcK-USA!