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For Love or Power
Ch.3
Disclaimer: We're becoming redundant…
"Pacey, wake up!"
The voice jolted though Pacey's system and awoke him immediately. He looked around sleepily until his eyes landed on his desk chair with his good ole friend Jack sitting in it.
"What the hell, Jack? It's still early!"
"No, it isn't, it's 11:30. Do you know what happens at midnight on a Saturday?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, yeah… Joey goes down to the tree. I know, I'm up, I'm going."
Pacey and Jack had been watching Joey's mannerisms for three weeks now. Pacey kept popping up, much to Joey's annoyance, but Pacey strangely looked forward to their 'surprise' encounters.
"Please, remind me why we are doing this again?" Pacey asked, exhausted from some random party he and Jack had hit the night before.
"To bring down the East side, once and for all! Now get dressed, comb your hair, and for god's sake man; brush your teeth!"
"Dad, I'm going out!" Joey called through the house, waiting for the response she knew wasn't coming. Over the past three weeks, things between Joey and her father had become strained. It's like this: she knows, he knows that she knows, she knows that he knows that she knows, and he knows that she knows that he knows that she knows. You think that's confusing, try being Joey.
Joey quickly walked out her front door, and into the cool October air. Joey loved fall. She really enjoyed colder weather to the warmer. She walked slowly to the tree, as was customary for her on Saturdays, especially when Dawson and Jen were nursing hangovers from the night before.
Joey sat down by the tree, leaning against it, closing her eyes, and breathing in the crisp air.
"I swear, a guy can't be alone anywhere these days," Pacey said as he walked up to the tree and sat down.
"Pacey, I always come here. I know you know I always come here."
"I was hoping you were having an off day," Pacey replied.
"Well, I've been having an off month, so please, just get the hell away from me?" Joey asked, looking at him for the first time since his arrival and noticing how absolutely gorgeous he was. But Joey always noticed that.
"Really? A whole month off?"
"Pacey, please, just go away?" Joey begged. With everyday she was losing her will to fight what was going on around her. Dawson had come so close to getting her to sleep with him the other day; but some things she could still say no to.
"I don't have to go anywhere, it's-."
"Equal territory, I know," Joey said, cutting Pacey off, causing him to smirk.
"Jeez, Potter, you act as if you've got some horrible life to lead. Your life is perfect, just deal with it. I mean, virtually nothing bad happens to you. You and your family are just so-."
"Pacey, you have no idea how I feel, what I go through! You have no idea how it feels to find out your father is a drug dealer, ok!" Joey shrieked, then in an instant had turned pale, the realization of what she had just confessed consuming her.
"Potter?" Pacey asked, shocked and unsure.
"Oh shit," Joey said, getting up and running as far away from the tree as she could get. But Joey wasn't really running from the tree; she was running from the gorgeous boy sitting beneath said tree.
Pacey debated in himself whether or not he should follow her. It would be great black mail to make it easier for her to fall for him. So he gulped in his fears and started running after her… wishing he had one decent bone in his body that actually wanted him to stop. But the thing was he was genuinely concerned for her well being; which was the scariest thing of all.
"Hey Potter! Wait up!" Pacey called after her in the darkness of the cold October night. She stopped unsure and just stayed there. Waiting for him to approach her.
He kept running until he was almost side-by-side with her and then began to walk slowly… ever so slowly… just preparing himself for what he was about to do.
He walked in front of her and then turned around to reveal a tear stained face and red puffy eyes. He automatically sought out her face and caressed her cheek in his hand. Her eyes immediately closed shut at the sign of affection and it was all Pacey could do to not just pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless until both their worries just… floated away. But that would change everything… and he wasn't ready for change yet. So he pulled away abruptly and shuffled from foot to foot. Looking down at the ground finding the dark grass ever so interesting.
Joey looked up at him confused. One minute he was comforting her and the next he was just ignoring her. This boy was very baffling. She looked on in disbelief when it had been almost five minutes of him just looking at the ground.
"Pacey. What are you doing? You've been staring at that patch of grass for what… ten minutes? Are you trying to make me feel worse? You're the only one who knows about it and it's going to stay that way." Joey had a stern look on her face and Pacey's immediately shot up.
"And what makes you think I'm going to keep this to myself little Miss Potter?" Pacey was challenging her. Not a good idea at the moment but the only thing his mind was registering him to do. Joey looked utterly baffled and insulted by his words.
"And here I was thinking you were trying to be my friend." Joey squinted her eyes at him before walking off into the night. Pacey stayed rooted in his spot. Breathing deeply before the plunge.
"And who says that we're friends Potter?" Pacey asked. Watching his breath fog in the night. He waited for her to say something but instead heard her approach again.
"Well… I just thought that… Well… I don't know…" Joey trailed off… unsure of herself and unsure of the situation.
"I think what we really are is enemies. I hate you; you hate me. Simple as that. It just so happens that you spilled some of your skeletons at my feet and I was just being a decent human being." He was about to go on but Joey's cold voice beat him to it this time.
"A 'decent human being'? Pacey… no offense but you couldn't be a decent human being if you tried." She folded her arms and looked on victorious that she had actually thrown down his shields long enough to get in a real insult.
"Come with me." His voice was so quiet you almost couldn't hear it over the stillness.
"What?" Joey questioned him. What was he talking about now?
"I want you to come sailing with me on my boat."
"And what makes you think I'd do that?" Pacey finally turns around with a blank face and stares into her eyes.
"Because if you don't then by tomorrow I can guarantee you that someone's father will be arresting another father for possession and distribution of illegal substances." Pacey challenged Joey not only with his words but with his eyes. She couldn't stay away for too long. He was too irresistible. She rolled her eyes at him condescendingly.
"Fine. But only because it's black mail." She gave him a grave look and tried to tell him with everything she had in her that she hated him and everything he stood for and was doing for her. When all she really wanted to be doing was telling him how much she loved him. Wait one second… she doesn't love him. Infatuated? Yes. Love? No.
"So. When are you going to kidnap me anyway?" Joey asked him curiously. When he didn't answer she moved for him slowly… she became so close that their noses were almost touching. His breath lingered on her lips and the only sound that could be heard was their labored breathing. He tilted his head… almost like he was going to kiss her. Then he pulled back so their noses were just touching again. All the while their eyes were closed tight… just waiting for what was to come. Then out of nowhere he leaned over to her ear and spoke.
"Right now." He moved back from her ear to gaze into her perfect eyes that were looking sincerely shocked. He grabbed her hands and started walking away from the East side. Onto the West.
Joey dug her feet into the ground harshly and tried to make him let go of her hand. "What are you doing? Where are we going?"
"I already told you Potter. We're going to go sailing and you're coming with me. Now let's go." They passed the Oak tree quickly and almost got to the dividing point until Joey really stuck her heals in the ground and made so even Pacey couldn't move her.
"Potter let's go." Joey just dug her heals in further. Willing him to let her go.
"I've… I've never been on the West side before…" Joey said looking away from him ashamed that in all her 17 years of living she had never set foot on the other side of town.
"You've never been curious and just crossed sides before?" Pacey asked, dumbfounded.
"No, I figured that if I was lucky enough to live in the East side that I should just stay."
"In all seriousness, Potter, prepare yourself for what you are about to see. The West side is a scary place, all kidding aside, and it's a shit load scarier at night."
"What goes on in the West side?" Joey asked shakily, willing herself not to cry and her voice not to crack.
"Let's go find out," Pacey whispered into her ear, causing Joey to shiver from the closeness.
Pacey started to walk again, but instead of Joey fighting him off, her curiousness got the better of her. Suddenly, Joey was over the line. It took a bit o walking to actually get near houses, or the town, but when Joey did, she wished she could just turn around.
Joey saw how scary the West side was. It was like living on the street, only you had a bed to sleep in every night. It was nothing like the East side, clean or new. The West side looked old, crumbling, and dirty. On one street corner, Joey could see a group of kids standing around a man, looking like they were buying something from him.
"Drug dealer," Pacey said as he saw where she was looking. "Guy always wears a mask though. Hey… maybe it's your dad. Wanna say hi?"
"Shut the hell up, Pacey," Joey warned.
They walked by an alley and Joey had enough time to look in to see a fight going on. There was one man sitting on the ground, and another man was holding a gun a talking quietly, but the sound of his voice gave Joey chills, and not the good kind.
Joey kept her head down for the rest of the trip to wherever Pacey kept his boat. When they finally got there, and Pacey turned around, he could see the tears in her eyes.
"Pacey, please, just let me go home?" Joey begged.
"No way, Potter. Now, get on," Pacey said gesturing to the boat he was already on. It was a nice boat; Pacey had found it after a huge storm, and it was pretty much destroyed. But he had fixed it up, and was now proud to call her his own.
"Pacey…," Joey began but trailed off. Pacey reached down and pulled her onto the boat, seeing as she wasn't gonna get on herself.
"Welcome aboard True Love, Potter."
"You named your boat True Love? Whose the girl?"
"True Love is just an idea for now, Potter. But I think I might have found the girl, too."
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