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Small, White Cotton
"You're late." Paul was sitting at one of the long tables in the library. He had a couple of books spread out around him.
"I ran into a small problem on my way here." I said, sitting down on the opposite side of the table. I didn't want to get to close to him.
"I hope it wasn't anything you couldn't handle." Paul said with a sly grin.
"What? You mean like and army of dead serial killers jumping out at me from behind a bush? No." I wasn't really in the best of moods, considering all that had happened prior to leaving my room.
"Did dead boy decide to pay and unexpected visit?" I glared at him form across the table.
"Ah, I see I've hit the mark right on. Let me guess, he found out about our dates." My glaring continued. "I mean our shifting lessons, and Mr. de Silva didn't like the fact you were hanging around Paul Slater, Span of Satan?" And yet again, I continued to glare at him while I said:
"Something like that."
"I would have expected him to play chaperone to make sure you kept your hands to yourself." I started to get up to leave. "Fine. Fine, I won't make anymore wise cracks about Jesse, just sit down. Please? I'm sorry." I sat back down again, and for the next half an hour we talked about shifting, among other things. The meetings weren't as bad as I thought they would be. For the most part, Paul was a perfect gentleman. Except for the occasional comment about Jesse, we agreed on a lot of the same things. It was nice to have someone with the same abilities ad me to talk to once and awhile.
"Did you here that?" I asked. I had heard a shuffling noise from behind one of the bookshelves.
"What?" Paul seemed oblivious.
"That noise, over there." I pointed to the bookshelf behind him. He looked over his shoulder fleetingly.
"It was probably just a janitor or something." He was right of course; I was just being paranoid. We went back to talking for a couple of minutes when I heard it again.
"Paul I don't think that was a janitor." "Suze, It's probably nothing. Do you want me to go check for you? Ah, Suze, did you have to get your mother to check under the bed for monsters when you were little?" He said with his usual grin on his face.
"No, I'll check it out myself." I snapped and went around the table to the end of the row of shelves. Nothing was there. That's strange, I thought. I swore I heard someone. Just as I was about to go back to our table, I looked down on the floor to find a small white piece of cotton. I turned it over and what I saw made my blood boil.
Small, White Cotton
"You're late." Paul was sitting at one of the long tables in the library. He had a couple of books spread out around him.
"I ran into a small problem on my way here." I said, sitting down on the opposite side of the table. I didn't want to get to close to him.
"I hope it wasn't anything you couldn't handle." Paul said with a sly grin.
"What? You mean like and army of dead serial killers jumping out at me from behind a bush? No." I wasn't really in the best of moods, considering all that had happened prior to leaving my room.
"Did dead boy decide to pay and unexpected visit?" I glared at him form across the table.
"Ah, I see I've hit the mark right on. Let me guess, he found out about our dates." My glaring continued. "I mean our shifting lessons, and Mr. de Silva didn't like the fact you were hanging around Paul Slater, Span of Satan?" And yet again, I continued to glare at him while I said:
"Something like that."
"I would have expected him to play chaperone to make sure you kept your hands to yourself." I started to get up to leave. "Fine. Fine, I won't make anymore wise cracks about Jesse, just sit down. Please? I'm sorry." I sat back down again, and for the next half an hour we talked about shifting, among other things. The meetings weren't as bad as I thought they would be. For the most part, Paul was a perfect gentleman. Except for the occasional comment about Jesse, we agreed on a lot of the same things. It was nice to have someone with the same abilities ad me to talk to once and awhile.
"Did you here that?" I asked. I had heard a shuffling noise from behind one of the bookshelves.
"What?" Paul seemed oblivious.
"That noise, over there." I pointed to the bookshelf behind him. He looked over his shoulder fleetingly.
"It was probably just a janitor or something." He was right of course; I was just being paranoid. We went back to talking for a couple of minutes when I heard it again.
"Paul I don't think that was a janitor." "Suze, It's probably nothing. Do you want me to go check for you? Ah, Suze, did you have to get your mother to check under the bed for monsters when you were little?" He said with his usual grin on his face.
"No, I'll check it out myself." I snapped and went around the table to the end of the row of shelves. Nothing was there. That's strange, I thought. I swore I heard someone. Just as I was about to go back to our table, I looked down on the floor to find a small white piece of cotton. I turned it over and what I saw made my blood boil.