AN: I know this chapter is long over due, but this week was final week, and I was freaking out. So hopefully this will make up for it…
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Chapter 22
"What am I doing in Paul's body?" Jesse asks me furiously while pushing me away from him after a moment of the wonderful and sinful connection.
"I don't know," I whine, "I have been racking my mind, and I can't figure anything out."
Jesse sighs and then takes a strand of my hair in his fingers and twirls it around. "Oh, querida, it feels as if I have been lost and am only now coming back to you." I smile at this and then kiss him lightly on his lips.
"We really should get back," I say regretfully.
"Yes, we should."
I leave first and walk into the class. A minute later, Jesse in Paul's body walks in and takes a seat next to me. I write him a note.
Do you remember anything? Did you go somewhere with Paul before you remember any of this happening?
Jesse's eyebrows cock in and he writes a response.
I don't know, Querida. I think I might have possibly been drugged or under some kind of influence—Slater's doing of course.
Well, I got CeeCee on the case, and she supplied some good stuff. I have these documents at my house, all in Latin, and I got Father Dom to read them to me, and it explains the process of switching personalities and killing the protector and all this stuff…
Susannah, is there any way I can see these before tonight?
Yeah, you can give me a ride home. No! Crap, you can't. I'm grounded.
What did you do this time?
Hey! I did nothing, Paul in your body tried to—
I stopped right there. Jesse probably wouldn't like what Paul had tried to do.
He tried to do what?
Nothing. But it wasn't my fault.
SusannahOh, fine, he tried to sleep with me.
Does that mean what I think it means?Well, that depends on what you think it means.
Just tell me.
He tried to get me to have sex with him in your body.
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Jesse maintains his rage under the radar until the end of class, but once the bell rings, he hauls me out of the room and to the parking lot.
"Brad," he yells at Dopey, who turns to him and smiles is dopey smile.
"Yo, Slater! What's happenin'?"
"I need to borrow, Sus-Suze. I promise to return her before dinner commences."
"Wow—big words—okay whatever," Brad smiles at Slater, but shoots daggers at me. "If you get caught, Simon, it's your own damn fault."
"Whatever," I say and then Jesse hauls me off to Paul's black Beemer, and before I know it we are flying out of the parking lot faster than you can say "Hail Mary".
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Jesse is driving like a maniac, and I am praying for my life. Okay, so I shouldn't have told him about Wannabe Jesse trying to sleep with me…but what else was I gonna say to him in that note? Paul in your body tried to spill water down my shirt or something? I mean I know Jesse isn't up to date with everything, but he's not stupid.
"Susannah," Jesse says while pulling over into a cliff-side park. I look over at him, but I don't say anything. "What happened?"
"Nothing!" I say exasperatedly.
"He slept with you! What did you mean by that?"
Okay, so maybe he's a little out of sorts today. "Paul in your body tried to sleep with me."
"And by sleep with you, you mean—"
"—Have sex with me." I sigh and then tug on the bottom of my shirt suddenly very uncomfortable. I don't want to talk about sex with Jesse.
"WHAT?" Jesse bursts out.
I look over at him startled.
"HE TRIED TO DO WHAT?" Jesse yells.
I shrink back, "Jesse."
"Susannah, please tell me you didn't. Please."
"I didn't! Of course I didn't! I mean, jeez, Jesse, what do you think I am a slag? I don't go around sleeping with people, even if they do look like you. I knew something was wrong that night. I know that you don't want to sleep with me." I sigh again and then shift in my seat.
"Is that what you think?" Jesse asks while placing his big, yet gentle, hand on my forearm.
"What else am I supposed to think, Jesse?" I spit out at him.
He sighs and drags a hand through his hair.
"Jesse, let's just go back to my place, and I'll let you take a look at those documents CeeCee found for me."
Jesse begins to say something, but I cut him off with, "Just take me home, Jesse." Reluctantly Jesse puts the car into reverse and pulls out of the park. We ride home in silence.
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I jump out of the car, before Jesse can even put the car in park. I run up into my house with my book bag slung over my shoulder.
"And where have you been?" Andy asks me when I step into the kitchen.
"Paul and I have a project to work on and we had to pick up some supplies. I told Brad, didn't he tell you?"
"No, he didn't. But you two need to work on a project? Wonderful! He can stay for dinner." Andy goes over to the cabinet and pulls out another plate.
"Thanks," I say and head out into the living room to see Jesse in Paul's body standing there looking lost.
"Let's go upstairs," I say and then bypass him and saunter up the stairs.
"Sus-Suze," Jesse says and I shiver. Anything other than Susannah or querida just sounds wrong on his lips.
We get into my room and I shut my door. "What?"
"Susannah, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," I say and flop myself down onto my bed.
"Querida, I know something's bothering you. Will you please tell me what it is?"
"No," I say stubbornly then get up and retrieve the documents from my vanity. I hand them to him. He glances over them and drags a hand through his hair again.
"This is bad."
"Really?" I say sarcastically.
"Yes." Jesse sits down on the window seat, and I have a flashback of just some random moment where Jesse, the ghost Jesse, is sitting there stroking his cat. I shake my head and just see Paul. Urgh. Why does something weird like this always happen to me?
Jesse in Paul's body looks up at me after scanning all of the pages, and I look into his deep, brown eyes. It really is him. "Susannah…"
"Yes?" I say shortly.
"Paul has messed up."
"I know that! It's obvious that you knowing who you really are isn't supposed to happen!" I huff and lie back on my bed.
"But Susannah, he got the wrong person," Jesse says softly.
"What?" I ask sitting up. "What are you talking about? He got you and him to switch personalities. What other person are you talking about?"
"Paul made the demon kill the wrong protector."