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Jesse's POV:
From then on I went with Susannah everywhere, minus the lady's room, which I stood outside of. I drove her to every class, and made her go with me to all of my own. She wasn't completely bored; it seems her friend Adam has been seeking the same profession as I…but I don't worry about him. He'd never do anything to Susannah, and besides, he's in a serious relationship with that girl CeeCee.
My plan seemed to be working well, until one day when we ran into him again. My querida and I were walking out of my medical class. We were heading for the parking lot, where my car was parked. Then, out of the blue (I suspect he shifted again. Good. That way he can loose all his brain cells and he won't be able to think of a way to steal my querida from me), Slater appears.
Suze's POV:
This was getting really, really old. Really, really fast. He couldn't haunt me forever. When was he going to give up? Sheesh. But I can handle Paul Slater. For the most part. Unless he is lying on top of me, forcing me to kiss him and trying to get into my pants. This has happened on a few occasions already. I wasn't very keen on letting it happen again.
And what about that, anyway? If he really loved me like he said he did, he wouldn't be trying to put pressure on me. Besides, I'm taken. And he is nothing—NOTHING—in the gentleman-y department, compared to Jesse. And Jesse is way hotter anyway. But can't he see that I am not turned on by him? That Jesse's got it going for him? You'd think he'd take a leaf out of Jesse's book. But no.
"Hey cowboy," he said. I rolled my eyes. I watched as he beckoned Jesse, and Jesse as he warily moved toward Paul. "Cowboy, you never did come to my house. I really do want to make it up to you. Why don't we go…now?" Jesse looked over at me.
"Querida, you know I have no choice."
"No choice?" I asked. "Jesse, you have plenty of choice if you don't want to go to this jerk's house."
"Now, Suze," Paul said, in this mockingly patient manner. "Jesse should be able to speak for himself."
Jesse, regretfully, turned to me, and mouthed, "I'll see you at home." Then, he walked off with Paul.
"JESSE!" I yelled. But they were already gone.
I went home, and curled up on the sofa, hoping Paul wasn't going to do anything to Jesse.
Jesse's POV:
He didn't do anything to me. Instead, he tried to break my heart. But it didn't work. This is roughly how it went:
Paul: So, cowboy—
Me: Slater, get it over with. Whatever you plan on doing.
Paul: Why, can't I spend the evening with a friend?
Me: A friend? Yes. Me? No.
Paul: Fine then. Let me get down to business.
He took out a small tape recorder and played.
I heard Susannah's voice: Is this about our engagement?
Paul's voice: Oh, about that. Is it still on?
Susannah: Yeah. Why wouldn't it be on?
Paul: No reason… I love you, Suze.
Susannah: I…love…you.
Paul: See you later Suze.
"You see? Suze doesn't really love you."
"I don't think so Slater. That sounded very much like the conversation that she had the other day with you on the phone. I think you recorded the phone calls, and then modified it so that it sounded like she said that. That's why the last part sounded all broken up…because she didn't really say that."
Paul's POV:
Damn it! The cowboy actually figured it out. I thought that he wasn't supposed to know anything about technology, being born in 1830. But I still have other tricks up my sleeve… I'll get Suze to realize how much she loves me if it kills me. And I will get rid of the cowboy in the process.
Suze's POV:
Jesse got home shortly after. He looked mad. Not just angry. Mad. He told me what Paul tried to do. I gasped. "Oh my God, Jesse, what if it had worked? Promise me that you will never believe anything that Paul says about me. Or about anything else."
"It's okay, querida. The guy is a downright…what is it? Oh, yeah, jerk. He thinks I don't know anything, being from the 19th century. But I watched the world become what it is now; I was there when the first car was invented. I watched as trains started crossing the country. I saw the first planes fly. I heard and felt the excitement when Edison invented the light bulb. I know these things. More than he would ever guess."
"I know Jesse."
The rest of the evening was peaceful. But I just couldn't fall to sleep, knowing that Paul was still trying to break Jesse and I up.
