I had a feeling that Paul wanted to speed up the 'Me dying' process. He'd been bumping into me deliberately all day. Not that anyone saw it as a huge problem. Because even though I knew I was going to die, no-one else did. Not that most of them would care even if I did tell them. I watched as Kelly Prescott flipped her golden hair at me dismissively. She'd hated my guts ever since Paul had blown her off after she invited him to her Pool Party last month. Her friends threw me dirty glances as they rushed away, whispering hurriedly. It would seem I was the new public enemy number one. Or close. I had a feeling she'd be slightly more forgiving if Paul stopped liking me. Which could be possible.

"Miss me Suze?" Paul whispered in my ear. I jumped about ten feet in the air. That's how scared I was. Plus I could feel my heart drumming wildly in my chest. And not in a nice way.

So much for the: him not liking me plan.

"Get lost Paul." I muttered, as I continued walking through the cool breezeway of the Mission Academy. He didn't seem to get the hint though.

"Actually I can't, seeing as you and me? Yeah. Well, we really need to talk."

I was about to tell him how I wasn't going anywhere with a 'murdering Satan wannabe like him'. That is until he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the boy's toilets. Yeah, that's right. I was in hell.

"Sorry about that." He told me, while twisting the lock so that no-one else could come in and interrupt us. Great. Now I'm going to die in a toilet.

"No you aren't sorry. You just say that in the vein hope I may like you for it." I informed him huffily.

He turned his icy eyes on me dangerously. I could tell I'd hit a nerve.

"Yeah that's right Suze. Make me out to be the bad guy again."

"Um…I hate to break it to you Paul, but you are the bad guy. That's why you've locked me in the guys' toilets."

He shot a scornful look at me, before taking a step forwards. He was mad. I don't think I'd ever seen him like this. Not even when I jabbed my thumb in his eye socket.

"I'm not as bad as you like to think I am." He informed me softly. He accompanied his gentle tone by capturing my hand in his and stroking it with his thumb. I shivered inwardly as I drew back. Only I couldn't, because he caught my other arm in a vice-like grip. I gasped in pain.

"Actually, you are." I choked out, as I yanked myself away from him. He smiled at me a little and lent against the graffiti covered wall calmly. But I could see the emotions raging havoc in his eyes. Had I mentioned how much they resembled ice? His eyes I mean. They were as cold as I'd ever seen them.

"Just because you met him first, doesn't mean you have to stay with him." He told me in the same lunatic-calmness that consumed the rest of his body. He didn't need to specify who 'he' was.

"I love him Paul. Something that you will never be able to understand."

Okay, so I was being hard on the guy. So what? I'd just been told I was going to be murdered by him. That is not exactly a great basis for a blossoming friendship.

"Why can't you believe I love you Suze?" he asked quietly. His tone was flat, but his eyes were full of heavy searching. Like he was trying to rip away my outer shell and see what I really felt. Unfortunately he didn't find what he'd wanted to.

"Because you don't." I replied simply.

"Yes I do."

"No you don't."

"Okay fine. Have it your way. If it makes you feel better about you and Rico, by thinking I don't feel the same. Fine. He's coming to your party right? Maybe I'll get to talk to him there."

Suddenly my whole body froze with stark white terror. Before I had been deliberately dismissive. But now he'd mentioned it. He was going to be there. Madam Zara was right.

"No, he isn't coming. I haven't told him about it yet. And I'm not going to be there either. I've decided to cancel it." I told him shakily. He grinned.

It was the first time he'd done so since he'd locked me away with him. And it was truly devastating. Because no matter how huge his grin was, his eyes remained the same. Distant and detached, like always. Did he even have a heart?

"I doubt it. You know your mom has already organised the whole thing. The invites went out weeks ago. How exactly do you plan to break it to her? The fact that she did it all for nothing I mean?"

He had me. He had me and he knew it. I couldn't stop her. She'd never listen to my arguments against it. What was I going to say?

"Oh yeah mom. About the party you spent months preparing for me? Yeah, well you see you have to cancel the whole thing. Because if I go I'm going to get murdered by the hot guy that lives in the mansion down the road. Why you ask? Oh, it's just that I'm a Mediator- which is a liaison between the living and the dead –and I just happened to fall in love with his arch enemy. Who also happens to be a 150 year old ghost, that got murdered by the boyfriend of the chick that wrote those letters we found in the garden. Is that ok?"

Yeah, like that's ever going to happen.

"Fine. So kill me already. Get it over with. You don't need to wait for my party. Just do it now." I told him angrily.

He looked at me in confusion for a moment. It was the first time in the whole day that he didn't seem to get what the hell I was going on about.

"What? What is it with you and thinking that I want to murder you? Jesus Simon."

I blinked at him, feeling as confused as he clearly was. How come he didn't want to kill me?

I never got to find out, as just as I pried my mouth open ready to ask him, there was a heavy knock on the door.

"Hey! Who's in there?" I recognised the idiotic slurring instantly. Dopey.

I looked at Paul frantically. Not that he seemed to be paying much attention to the guy practically knocking down the door. He seemed to be caught up in what I'd told him before.

I took matters into my own hands, as I hoisted myself upwards onto one of the tiny window ledges. It was just big enough for me to jump through. Luckily the Mission was only one story. Otherwise I would have been in trouble.

Paul seemed to snap out of his confused state long enough to take in the scene around him. When his eyes rested on me, I could almost feel the anger burning beneath the surface.

"This isn't finished." He told me simply, as he turned towards the latch to open the door, for a very disgruntled Dopey. But before he twisted it the whole way, I managed to get in the final word.

"You're right, it isn't. But soon it will be. One way or another."

Then I slid out and walked away, carefully ignoring Paul yelling at me from inside.

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