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Chapter Two

I took a sip of the hot tea.

Jesse looked eager to hear my story.

"Well…you see, Jesse…we were talking in the breezeway earlier and…" I began to confess, when there was a knock at the door.

Yep, you guessed it. It was Paul.

"Ah hah, I knew you'd be here Suze." Paul said as he pushed by Jesse in the doorway.

I couldn't think of anything to say but "What are you doing here?" Which if I do say so myself was pretty rude.

Paul started baby-talking me with a really strange face saying, "Well I just wanted to make sure that my little Suzie was all right." He touched me lightly on the chin. I slapped his hand away making a face of disgust.

"Get out." Jesse said firmly, maybe a little too firmly.

Paul snapped back into reality and glanced over at Jesse.

Jesse, looking extremely hot (hey, it's hard not to notice) just glared back at him. Jesse was way ready to fight. I could totally tell. He was trying so hard to hold back. I don't see what was stopping him though. Paul straightened up himself and started making his hand into fists.

I did not like this.

I did not like this at all.

Okay, maybe just a little, but only a little.

I don't really know what happened, but there was this loud crash outside and Jesse turned to look. Paul lifted his hands slowly…I didn't know what to do. All I could think about was how it was so not fair how Paul was taking advantage of Jesse by what was happening outside.

So I threw the tea at Paul.

I know, totally girlish of me right? But let me explain myself. I didn't have time to get up from the chair and punch him. And the tea was there in my hands so I just threw it.

The tea that is…not the actual mug.

But hey, I practically saved Jesse a broken nose there.

Paul screamed in a high-pitched kind of way too. He was really acting like a baby if you ask me.

"Damn Suze what the hell did you do that for!" Paul exploded.

Jesse scowled. You and I both know how much it is so 'improper' to cuss in front of a women, at least that's how Jesse feels. That made Jesse snap.

As soon as Paul turned back around to look at Jesse, Jesse took his fist right into Paul's mouth.

I chuckled. I couldn't help myself.

That sent Paul into a frenzy of cuss words, which I really don't want to repeat.

I was thankful Paul was too worried about his stupid shirt to throw a fist in Jesse's direction.

Grabbing one of Jesse's jackets off the coat rack and wiping his shirt is what Paul did next. Haha, what a loser.

Paul stormed out (with the jacket) but only to come back and say, "Just wait Simon, you'll be sorry. But don't worry, I'll make sure you get that lesson."

Those words sent an eerie shiver down my back, like that one back at the Mission.

Jesse and I stood in silence. I didn't know why it was so important to Paul to give me a stupid lesson. Oh wait, I know. To be alone with me. I wish he would just get over himself.

All of the sudden, Jesse remembered the crash. He rushed toward the window and looked down.

"Nombre de Dios…nombre de Dios" Jesse said under his breath.

As usual, I was confused. I rushed after him down the apartment building's stairs.

When we got outside, we saw Paul racing off down the street.

It didn't really register to me at first. I saw a Toyota with the roof practically torn off and flipped. Jesse went to go call an ambulance, while I got a better look.

Oh my God. Gina.


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