A/N: It's really short, but I couldn't think of what else to write. Actually, that's a lie. I'm working on chapter 11 right now, but I wanted to end this chapter there. So, read and review and I'll update quickly. :)
Disclaimer: Do we really have to do this? Whatever. I own nothing, Meg owns all…
Chapter 11
I thought, after his little slip up on the porch, that Jesse would be avoiding me like the plague, as he had done when ever he'd felt he'd been to 'forward' with me in my century. Before he became alive, anyway.
On the contrary, he was sticking to me like glue. It seemed like everywhere I turned, he'd be there, staring at me. His handsome lips in a frown, his forehead scrunched up, his dark eyes deep in thought. It had been more than twenty four hours since then, but we'd mostly just been speaking at a minimum. However, when I got the chance to say his name, it was always 'Jesse' and never 'Hector'. At least, when we were alone.
This, unfortunately, wasn't all that often. So alas, Hector it was. However, as of now, we were the only two in the house. Everyone had gone off to do something somewhere that I couldn't care less about. But someone needed to stay to look after everything, and it was a family deal, so I couldn't come. But I could totally tell they felt bad about not inviting me. I was totally cool with it though and let them know as much. In a polite way though, not a mean one.
Jesse was sitting on the couch, reading. (A/N Surprise there!) I sat next to him and said, "hey Jesse," he looked up from his reading.
"Hello Quer—," he frowned, but I smiled, "Susannah."
He sighed and set down his book. He frowned at me and said, "I get the feeling that we've, have we…" would he just spit it out already? You love me! "Have we met before?" I felt like shrieking and running around the room out of sheer joy, but somehow managed to restrain myself.
"Maybe we have, maybe we haven't."
"You just seem so familiar to me, if it isn't too bold," he looked worried now. Like I'd report him to mommy and daddy.
"It's not, you seem familiar as well."
"Are you sure we haven't met before?"
"We have," I got up and left him to think on that. I found it was best it I didn't lay to much on him at once. I didn't get a chance to go far, however, just outside and down the porch steps, because at that moment the devil himself appeared in front of me.
Well, his assistant anyway.
Yah, you guessed it. Paul. Slater.
"What the hell do you want Paul?" The door behind me creaked and Jesse walked out. Paul looked disgusted.
"What are you doing here Suze? Jesus, I can't separate the two of you, can I?"
Jesse strode up and looked at me like he'd had an epiphany or something.
"We have met before!" Paul looked at Jesse like he was on crack or something.
"You don't know?" I saw a smile start to creep across his face.
"Know what?" His eyes narrowed, "are you Mister Slater?"
"Yah…" there was a pause, and Jesse looked way pissed.
He turned his look to me, "is this the man that left you to die?" Paul's eyebrows shot up.
"What the insert colorful four letter word that begins with an f here did you tell these people Suze? That I left you to die? Real mature Suzie," he glared at me.
"Call me Suzie again and I'll kill you," I turned to Jesse, "He didn't leave me to die Jesse, just in that," I was seriously having trouble keeping a straight face during this part, "scandalous clothing," I put a hand over my heart in mock distress.
"You little," Paul started to snarl at me, but didn't get a chance. No one, I repeat, NO ONE calls Suze Simon a bitch, or even starts to, without paying for it. I launched myself at Paul. Which surprised both Jesse and my victim. I knocked him to the ground and then stepped on his stomach, hard. With these 1800 style boots, yah. That had to hurt. A lot. He winced in pain and I removed my foot. He stood and limped back a few steps. Did I mention these shoes had like, cement in them or something? I don't know exactly what, but they weighed about eight pounds each.
"Take that Paul!" I glared at him.
"You will so pay for that. You and prince charming. And you know what Suze? You're still going to remember your little cowboy. You see, I still want you. How could I not? You're going to be mine, and Rico's going to get it. I was going to take away your memory of him, so it didn't hurt as much, but now, your going to remember," he looked pleased with his little speech and I was lost for words. Jesse still looked confused, but angry now.
"No gentleman should insult a lady in such a manner," he started up, but I cut him off.
"You're never going to have me Paul," I had totally forgotten about this. All the times that Jesse had saved my ass. Yah, I owed him. Again.
"I think you're wrong Suzie."
Okay, that's it. My fist plowed into Paul's face. His nose mad a satisfying crunch sound. I grinned at him as blood dripped from his nose.
"No, because if Jesse lives his full life, I die."
A/N: okay, that was it. But review and I shall update. Soon. Really soon. Like as soon as I finish the next chapter.
