Chapter 1 : First Lesson
Paul Slater was on the floor moaning, our very first "mediator lesson" and I had to floor him, I know I look good and everything but sheesh, you'd think he'd learn.
So not only did I have to spend every Wednesday with this guy so he wouldn't exorcise the love of my life, and keep said love of life from finding out, I also have to defend my honour. Hey don't laugh! That kiss in his room was a mistake and I know it okay.
I'm a 16 year old hormonal teenage girl, when a 17 year old hottie kisses you, you'll react even if you know he's DS (Demon Spawn.)
It's just something that happens, okay?
Like, if someone claps and you don't expect it, you blink. Or if Avril Lavinge comes on the radio, you block your ears and yell before your mum has time to tell you that it's actually Christina Aguilera. It happens. I get kissed; I react before I know what the hell is happening to me.
But, seeing as I fully learnt my lesson last time - that is to say, no kissing the Evil Hot Man - I totally slugged him in the stomach when he tried to push me back against his mattress when I had my guard down. Yes. Someone obviously hadn't realized that I DO NOT CHEAT ON MY BOYFRIEND.
YES PAUL.
...Loser...
Said Loser was still groaning as he leant on the Plexiglas desk to pull himself up. I crossed my arms huffily, glaring at him.
'What?' he demanded.
'Excuse me?' I couldn't believe it. He had the NERVE to be all, "what??" in that way that suggested that I should not be surprised at his behaviour. Which in fact, I should not. I know that Paul has mild nymphomaniac tendencies and very bored lips. But still, I should not have to tolerate this bull from the teacher of the art of shifting.
So I let him have it.
'I do NOT appreciate being groped, and then shoved onto a bed!' I snapped at him. 'I am fully against that stuff. I do not like it when guys cannot keep their hands to them self - '
'You didn't mind last time,' he growled darkly.
I flushed. 'Th-that was TOTALLY different,' I spluttered. 'I happened to be in a very delicate emotional state, in which you totally took advantage of - '
He smirked.
'...What?' I asked curiously. Why was he smirking? Did I have a zit? A fungus? POISON OAK ON MY FACE? 'Why are you...smiling like that...?' I said now kind of unsure.
He took a step towards me. 'You just blushed. I think someone's feeling a little guilty Suze.'
It was true. I was glad that he didn't notice the increase of my pulse, or my erratic heart patterns. Not to mention my slightly shaking hands. Or my choked up throat. And when he came to stand right before me, and rested a hand on my arm, electrifying shivers sliced my body...
I staggered away from him.
'I knew I shouldn't have come,' I scowled bitterly, grabbing my bag to hightail it out of there, 'I knew you were going to be a total freak - '
'Suze, you're forgetting something.'
Wasn't I ALWAYS?
I ignored him, but stopped in front of his bedroom door when I heard him say, 'Jesse.'
I whirled around, looking furiously around for Jesse. I thought Paul meant he'd just materialized into the room. No. With a few more seconds, I slowly realized what Paul meant.
If I didn't stay, Jesse was road kill.
Damn him.
"The deal was you teach me about shifting, not that you jump me and force me onto your bed." I told him, trying to hide my increasing anger.
He smirked, "Same thing. And I didn't force you onto my bed, you came willingly."
What?? Where was he getting this from? I so did not willingly get onto his bed. I voiced this, which just made him chuckle.
"Come on, Suze. You know you want me. Dump Rico."
Was he on crack?! I wouldn't go out with him if he was the last guy on Earth. Well... That's a slight lie...
When I thought about it, Paul really hadn't taught me that much. Tortured me, sure. Made me curious, definitely. But actually taught me how to do this stuff? Not really. And yeah, okay, so the shifter thing. He taught me to do that. But that's really it. He won't even tell me how to complete this soul transference thing that he's been torturing me about...not to mention his "plan" to get rid of Jesse, a process that I still know nothing about.
So why did I even stay? Why didn't I just give Paul what he deserved - a good punch in the stomach - and leave?
Well, because of Jesse.
The guy I love. Who I've sacrificed time I could be spending getting that trig homework done for. It's because of Jesse that I've been going to Paul's in the first place.
So I couldn't just up and leave. Paul would do something diabolical to Jesse, with the excuse that I hadn't kept my end of the deal.
Of course, what I didn't know was that Paul was planning something diabolical anyway...whether I kept up the deal or not.
I sighed angrily, and ran my hand through my hair in frustration.
'Paul,' I said headedly, 'if you don't teach me this shifting thing, I'm out of here. You know that's why I came.'
He gave me an annoyed smile. We both knew there were other reasons why I came. Mind, my reason was probably different to his.
'Fine,' he said simply. 'What do you want to know?'
'What do I want to know?' I echoed cynically. 'I'm learning from scratch, you weirdo. How am I supposed to know anything yet? All I know is this soul transference and this shifting thing. For all I know, that's all there is.'
He laughed, and sat on his bed. 'You have no idea...'
My blood kind of went cold.
'Wha - ' My voice crackled, so I stopped, licked my lips, and tried again. 'What do you mean?'
His icy eyes were fixated on mine in a dark fascination. His lips were smiling in a cruel way, and his demeanor shone with cool, confident, dark nonchalance.
He knew what I wanted to know. And he was using this to his every advantage.
'Because,' he said softly, his lips forming the words carefully, as his eyes glinted, 'There's a lot more to shifting than you could imagine. Your powers are almost unlimited...and in the end, you're going to get hurt.'
I froze. 'H-hurt?'
'Yes,' he hissed, leaning closer. I stepped back instinctively. 'Hurt. These shifting powers, Suze, can only be used for evil. You're nothing holy.'
...Oh my God...
'Liar,' I breathed, my head feeling like it was under an elephant's butt. Or Dopey's. 'You're trying to scare me - '
'I happen to be telling the truth,' he smirked nastily, standing up and wandering over to me. His very presence, now, was making my skin crawl horrendously. 'And if you don't get hurt yourself...you're going to hurt others.'
Okay. That was it. I'd had just about enough.
I kicked him where it hurt.
'Own!' he yelled, and fell back, protecting the area of attack.
I turned around, and rattled the doorknob, only to have Paul - who was on his feet again - seize me by the arms and throw me away from the door.
'What the?!' I demanded, but with a furious muttering under his breath, about ten or so bikies like last time materialized behind him. My eyes widened.
Biker Bob was among them, looking menacingly at me.
'Make sure she doesn't leave,' Paul muttered to them, then turned on his heal, and left the room.
I swore under my breath. There was no way in heaven, hell, or purgatory, that I would be able to kick any ass of the bikie variety.
They.
Were.
Huge.
The bikers left me in the room by myself which was sort of a blessing, I looked out the window, and there grinning at me was Biker Bob. I shrieked. There was no way in heck I was going out through there. I closed the curtain and thought about my choices.
So, now I was in trouble. The way I see it, I have 3 choices, and none were very good.
1) I could wait until Paul came and released me out of the goodness of
his heart (not bloody likely)
or
2)wait and see what Paul had planned for me
or
3)Call Jesse to come save me and then explain to him what I was doing
at Paul's in the first place.
Damn it!! See Suze this is what happens when you're sneaky and dishonorable. Well, actually, I was being pretty noble, sacrificing myself for my one true love and finding out the truth about myself, only to learn that I might be evil. Geez.
CeeCee!!! She'd know what to do! Crap, I don't have a cell phone.
I must have been the only 16-year-old girl who didn't have one. A cell phone, I mean.
It was then that I turned around and saw what was on Paul's bedside table.
Oh yeah. My luck was turned around.
His room had a phone.
Awkwardly, I picked up the receiver, and held it to my ear. There was the faint burr of a dial tone that made me sigh in relief.
Who should I call?
CeeCee? Great. How was I going to assure her that I was NOT in love with Paul? Ugh, no thanks. Jake? No. He'd think that it was a gang meeting, weirdo that he is. Mom - NO. Andy? Hell no.
Aaah. Adam. Yep. He'd do. He was the one I was going to call that time when my feet resembled minced meat after fleeing from Paul's house in the first place. Now was his hour of glory.
I punched in the numbers, and waited impatiently for him to pick up.
'Hello, Adam here - '
'Adam! Thank God. Look, I'm in a jam I really need your help - '
Only, that's when the phone was cut off.
That's right; the cord was yanked from the wall.
I jumped, and looked up to see a minion of Biker Bob, (who was Paul's minion, so a minion of a minion, you could say) holding onto the phone cord with a toothless grin. His ripped denim jacket and hairy arms added to his menacing aura.
I winced as he grabbed the receiver from my hand and placed in heavily back onto the cradle. Another bikie dude came up behind me, and grabbed my around the waist. I squeaked, and hammered onhis hands, but have you EVER been grabbed by a three-hundred-pound guy with bad B.O? Probably not...and none of you answer, "yeah...my dad" because that's not very nice, and it doesn't count.
'Get off me, you freak,' I snapped, struggling, 'I'm sure that Paul had no intention of you manhandling me, how let me GO - '
'He gave us orders to make sure you do not leave this room, replied the sever, deep voice of Biker Bob himself. His flaming red beard seemed to glare at me just as fiercely as his eyes. 'Shoes will not help you on this occasion.'
'Hello?' I said, 'They are called Jimmy Choos. God, watch Queer Eye, why don't you - '
More hands grabbed my arms.
Okay...now I was PISSED...
"Get off of me!!!" I screeched, kicking him where it hurt, just like I did to Paul.
He shrieked in pain and fell onto the floor, releasing me.
I grabbed the nearest object, a metal chair. I held it like a lion tamer would, daring the bikers to come near me.
One of them jumped me from behind. And to my surprise, I shifted to my bedroom. Taking my whole body.
Interesting development.
To add to my surprise Paul was waiting on my bed.
"Well done, Suze. Lesson one complete. Class dismissed." He said smirking.
Damn him...
A/N:Thanks to Lolly (Mystique Angelique), Kat, andGhostGurl16 (sorry hon, don't know you're real name) They were the first people to post when this was a tag-team. Thanks : ), oh and if you don't want me to post this, email me and if I get alot of complaints, from the people who participated, I'll take it down. : D