For your love
Chapter 8
"Hello?" Paul said.
I didn't bother with formalities. "Paul, give me my things back," I said calmly.
I could just see Paul's cocky grin at those words. Bleh! Stupid Paul! Why did he have to be right about beating me?
"Suze!" he said in a bright voice that made me want to knock his teeth out. He'd think twice about grinning at me the way I knew he was then wouldn't he? "So you're back then. Have fun?"
"Paul I'm not messing, you'd better have those things in school tomorrow or I'll…" I trailed off, unsure of how to end that sentence. I doubted that there was much anyone could say to make Paul Slater feel threatened.
Paul chuckled in an annoying Paul-ish way that made my blood boil, "Or what, Suze? What are you going to do to me if I don't give them back?"
This was, of course, extremely annoying because I really didn't have a clue what I was going to do to him. "It'll be bad," I told him. "Seriously, you'll be sorry you ever messed with me."
"I'm sure I will," Paul said mockingly. The guy was making fun of me! He was lucky we were on the phone because no one makes fun of Suze Simon and gets away with it.
Except Paul Slater it seemed.
It was strange how back in my old school, where I got teased mercilessly, nobody did get away with it. But with Paul it's different. I guess I'm kind of scared about how he'd react if I did slug him. Paul seems kind of unpredictable.
"Just do it," I said in the same voice Kelly uses when she wants her own way.
What good that was supposed to do, I really don't know, Paul just went, "You don't seem to mind taking my things though, do you Suze So why can't I take yours?"
"Fine then, I forgive you for taking my things but you've got your book back now so can you just give me my things back?"
"Hmm," Paul said, "No."
I nearly screamed with frustration, why was he being so childish? "Ugh! What is wrong with you Paul? Do you think this will make me like you or something? Because, hello! It's not working!"
Paul was silent a second then he said, "Just look at it this way Suze, say you bring Jesse back to life then go and live happily ever after. What good does that do me?"
That one was easy. "None whatsoever but if you're really lucky then there is a slight chance that I won't hate you quite as much as I do now," I told him.
You'd think that would get the point across wouldn't you? I mean, if someone told me that they hated me then I'd just hate them back. It's the normal thing to do!
Only Paul must be telling himself that one day I'll realise that he's the one I really love and I'll forget about Jesse and go running to him. Well I'll Just have to help him out of that little world of delusion he's trapped himself in because that is so not going to happen.
Not that I thought a simple 'I hate you' was going to do the trick. I mean, this is Paul Slater we're talking about. This guy only hears what he wants to hear. If he doesn't like something then it's just 'blah, blah, blah' to him.
So instead of taking me up on this marvellous offer (the one were I don't hate him as much) he just said, "You don't hate me Suze."
I felt like tearing my hair out at this point. But I didn't because it looked really nice today. Not to mention the fact that it would be really gross and painful. I totally wasn't going to let Paul push me that far. He is so not worth it.
Anyway, instead of ruining my gorgeous locks I just said in as calm a voice as I could manage, "Trust me Paul, I do hate you. Very much. So save your breath and stop trying to convince me otherwise."
I hope Paul took that in because I really was fed up of trying to get the point across.
I guess he did understand what I was saying though, since next time he spoke he sounded angry.
"So I'm supposed to listen to you assuring me of how much you hate me then do whatever you say?"
He had a good point. But I had a better one.
I hoped.
"Oh right, so I'm supposed to pretend I love you then? Because it really doesn't make sense to me. We both know the only reason I'm doing this is because I want to be with Jesse."
Don't even bother asking why I hadn't hung up already. I have no idea myself. I mean, it was obvious that the conversation was going nowhere. But it's a good job I did keep listening.
"Ok then," Paul said, "Say I do give you the things you need and the ritual works. What makes you think that just because Jesse would be alive he'd be safe? If I can get rid of him when he's dead I can get rid of him when he's alive."
I couldn't believe it. Why was he doing this? He says he cares about me so why do something so hateful?
"You'd really do that?" I asked, trying to stop my voice from trembling. "You'd really kill him?"
I didn't know what to think. Paul's not perfect, I'm aware of that but this was terrible. Exorcising ghosts and stuff like that is one thing but murder is another thing entirely. Would he really do something like that?
I probably don't need to tell you that Paul didn't seem to care a bit about how all this made me feel.
"I could kill him," Paul told me sounding as if he was enjoying this, "but I was thinking of something a bit more interesting.
"Like what?" I couldn't stop my self from asking that. Even though I was positive I didn't want to know the answer.
"Oh, I can think of a few things but I guess you'll just have to wait and see."
When I didn't say anything he asked, "So do you still want your things back?"
I hung up, unable to answer.
I turned to Ellie who was sitting on my bed.
"This is bad," I told her.
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A/N: Bonsoir ma petite pals! Oui, I'm finally back with another chappie. Sorry I took forever. I've been working on Regrets (it's a P/S fic but it's not that bad so go read it). Jesse's back next chapter, so that's something for you all to look forward to but meanwhile reviews would be nice.
