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Rekindled
Summary: Five years after graduating and going back to New York, Suze comes back to Carmel-by-the-Sea for her Ten Year High School Reunion. While there, who should she bump into but Paul? Her feelings for him, aside, Paul's attraction to Suze have suddenly been rekindled. Can he make her feel the same way before she goes back to New York? Or will she walk out of his life forever?
Chapter 2: Stupid Boys
Paul had become a better kisser in five years. It was all making my head spin. There was like a war going on in my head. It was the same war that went on every time Paul kissed me. Part of me wanted to stab him with the steak knife he'd just cut himself with and part of me wanted to let go of his hand and run mine through his silky looking hair. But if I did the latter, I might get blood on me, and I don't care how cute or good a kisser you are, that is just gross.
But while I was still trying to decide what to do, Paul pulled back and cut my little taste of heaven short. He looked at me with a look that suggested so much that it made my face burn red. I looked away. Paul just started washing dishes again like nothing. How could he do that like it hadn't affected him at all? God, he made me so angry.
Something jolted me out of my reverie. That stupid prick was trying to hand me more dishes! And he was smirking like it was nothing! Oh, I couldn't stand him. We finished the dishes quickly. I started the dishwasher. "I'm going to my room," was all I said to him before I turned around and started walking upstairs.
"Suze, wait!" Paul said, following me. "I didn't me to piss you off." I kept walking. Paul kept following me. This guy just does not know when to stop. He followed me all the way up to my room trying to apologize.
As soon as I was in my room, I shut and locked the door. Jesse was still there. He made a move to come over and talk to me but I turned around. Paul was standing outside the door knocking on it. These men were going to drive me insane. I had to get away. I walked into the bathroom and shut that door. I just had to get some air. I hate boys. I really do. But its not that I'm a lesbian or anything it's just that boys -boys in general, but specifically these two- are so frustrating. I was willing to do anything for Jesse, and he just freaking wrote it off as like Stupid Girl Syndrome.
You see, something happened in my senior year of high school that made me really upset. Paul, being the jerk that he is, said that if I wouldn't be his girlfriend –"Just give me a chance," he said, "I can prove to you that I'm not the horrible person that you think I am."- that he would exorcize Jesse. So, for eight flipping months, I was Paul Slater's girlfriend. And I had to do all that that implied. Including public displays of affection. Well, I never did it with him; all the convincing and conniving in the world couldn't get me to have sex with Paul Slater, not then, not now, not ever.
So I had been "going out" with Paul for eight months just so that I wouldn't loose Jesse. And I told Jesse that the night I graduated. But he said that it was just hormones and that I was too young to know what love really felt like. I had not, I told him, gone through eight months of dating Paul Slater, who, by the way was milking everything for all it was worth, to be "too young to know what love felt like." But Jesse so didn't care. So later that week, heart broken and alone, I left California and went back to New York. I hadn't talked to Jesse or Paul since graduation night and hadn't planned on talking to either of them ever again. But my plan went horribly wrong as now they are both trying to get me to talk to them when I have no desire to talk to either.
Maybe I should stop making plans.
"Susannah," it was Jesse, "please talk to me. I really want to talk to you. Please." He sounded so pitiful and sad that I had to say something to him. Something smart and witty.
"Go away," I said. And it didn't even sound convincing. No, my voice was all squeaky and I sounded like a five year old. Nice, Suze, nice.
"Please," Jesse said, "Just talk to me. How have you been? Are you happy?"
This guy was incredible. I professed my undying love and affection for him, he basically tells me that I don't know what I'm talking about, and now he wants to be all chummy again? But I could tell that he wasn't going to leave me alone. I had to do something to get him to go away though. I didn't want to even breathe the same air as him. Not that he breathed. But you know what I mean.
I flung open the bathroom door. "You," I pointed at Jesse, "need to leave. Now."
"Suze," Paul asked from outside the door, "who are you talking to?"
"Who is that?" Jesse asked. "Is that Paul Slater?"
"It doesn't matter who it is, I want you to leave."
"Is Jesse in there? Suze let me in," Paul said.
"Everybody just go away!" I said. Was I speaking another language or something?
"Susannah, please talk to me," Jesse said.
"No, Jesse, you need to leave. Now. Now, Jesse you need to leave right now."
Suddenly, my bedroom door was flung open. Paul stepped into my room looking very proud of himself.
"Damnit," I said. "Would you people please leave me alone?"
"Slater," Jesse growled.
"de Silva," Paul glared at him.
I really needed an Aspirin or something. My head was hurting like a bitch. Why would nobody listen to me? "Okay," I said, "when you two decide to quit being childish and listen to me and leave me alone, I will come out of my bathroom. Until then, that is where I'll be. Goodnight, both of you." I walked into my bathroom and slammed to door and locked it.
I hate boys.
Review! I know this chapter was really short but it was really hard to write because I don't want to rush anything. But the next chapter will be pretty eventful. And the reunion will happen in that chapter. I will update as soon as possible.
xoxo,
Rubber
