Updated as soon as could. I apologize for the ending.
I hope you like it.
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Now that I come to think of it, they did sound like they were joking, Josh and his mom. Back at their house, I mean. And to think, I almost made a complete fool of myself.
"So, how do you like the food?" Josh asks me.
"Oh, it's...it's delicious," I say, shifting my focus to the present.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, I'm inside the restaurant. It's actually kind of cool, the way it's designed, like a giant video game---I'm guessing its supposed to look like ELIMINATE, which was how the restaurant got its name---with the waiters and waitresses dressed like giant shuffling zombies. It's really technological looking, for a restaurant anyway. It reminds me of a giant alien space shuttle, with everything looking very complex and intertwined. I got to hand it to him, he really did an awesome job on this place.
"I know naming a restaurant eliminate is kind of cheesy, but it goes with the look, doesn't it?" Josh's mom says, her eyes lighting up as she looks around.
I nod in agreement.
"Well, I designed it so as to make it look like the game, that is why I named it as such," Josh said.
"I think it looks really awesome," I say, "very high tech."
"You think?" Josh asks me, smiling.
Now that I think about it, Josh is really sort of cute. Especially now, with him being all excited about his restaurant opening and all.
"Uh huh," I say. "I wouldn't lie, you know," I tell him jokingly.
He doesn't seem to be that bad of a guy either, when you think about it.
I think Gabrielle is way wrong about him, there is no way that he could be a psycho-killer. I don't know how a piece of his hair ended up in the place where she was murdered, but I know he couldn't have done it. Just looking at him now, with his mom, I don't see a killer, and I've been around them long enough to be able to tell.
Also, all this time, when I thought that he was attempting to perform a giant killing spree, all he was doing was planning the construction of a giant restaurant, and he created it as a present for his mom. Come on. How could this guy be a killer? How, just tell me?
But why would Gabrielle lie to me? Maybe it was a one time kill, maybe he's not a psycho-killer, just a once time killer? Does that even make any sense?
This is driving me crazy. Eventually, I tell you, I am going to snap.
"Hey, Suze, are you OK?" Josh asks me.
"Yeah, why?" I say, jumping back to reality.
"You looked kind of spaced out, that's all," he says, a worried look on his face.
"No, I'm fine," I say, turning my attention back to the food, which tastes really good by the way.
After we've finished eating, Josh drives both of us home. He drops his mom off first, then he heads off to my place.
"So, how did you like it?" Josh asks me, as we're nearing my dorm.
"I had a very good time," I say, and I wasn't lying either, regardless of whether Josh might or might not be a killer, at which point I very much doubt that he is.
When we arrive, Josh, as usual, opens the door for me and walks me to the door of the building.
"So, I guess I'll see you later then," I say.
"Yeah..." Josh says, as he leans closer to me. He reaches out and softly touches my cheek. This is very unexpected. What should I do?
He leans closer still until his lips softly land on mine. All I can do is just stand there, completely rooted to the spot. This feels wrong for some reason, like this isn't the person I should be kissing. A second later he pulls back.
"Bye," he says, giving me a fleeting smile.
I don't say anything. He turns round and proceeds down the stairs.
I watch as his car pulls out and he drives off.
I open the door to the building and go inside, where I am greeted by none other than, take a huge guess, Jesse.
Just the person I wanted to see. He could not have possibly timed it better.
My head drops into my stomach and, for a while, all I can do is just stare at him.
"Ah, I was jus---" I start to say before he interrupts me. My whole body goes numb.
"It's OK, I understand," he says. Even though his face is completely voide of an expression, I know that he's really mad at me.
A second later he turns to leave.
"Jesse, it's not what you think," I say hurriedly, for lack of anything better to say. What do I mean it's not what he thinks? It's exactly what he thinks. What, did his lips land on mine because he happened to trip into them with his mouth? All I know is that I need to keep him here, to try and explain this very very bad situation.
"So tell me, what is it that I think?" Jesse says angrily.
Oh god, he hates me. He is SO way mad at me.
Wait at minute? I really haven't thought this through, have I, but, why should he be mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong. I was just kissing my date goodnight. Why should I have to apologize for it?
It's just, a feeling that I have...like...he doesn't want me to be with anybody else.
Could it be that he likes me?
There is no way in hell that Jesse could possibly like me. Just the thought of it, seriously. I'm just some dumb freshmen, why the hell would he even want to associate with me if he wasn't strictly entitled to?
He just thinks I'm an idiot because, after recently getting pregnant (so he thinks), I'm going out on dates and stuff. He's trying to look out for my best interests, and what do I do? I disregard everything he says. I guess he has a right to be mad.
But, why am I going out of my way to explain the whole me-kissing Josh thing? Why do I care about him thinking that I might potentially like some other guy?
Could it be because I like him? Is this what this is, this weird queasy feeling I get at the pit of my stomach every time I see him?
Why can I never figure anything out?
I feel so wretched. I feel like a giant, disgusting, utterly step-able on slug.
This is when another big mistake happens.
"Jesse, he's the father of my baby," I blurt out. Yep, there I go, me and my big mouth. I didn't think it was possible to screw up any further, but I just did. I didn't mean to say it like that. I just meant it as a sort of excuse as to why I was with him in the first place. But I guess that saying that some guy is the father of the baby you are carrying to some other guy who might potentially like you is a pretty bad idea. I say potentially like you, because how can I otherwise explain Jesse's behavior?
"Oh, right," is all he says before he turns around and leaves me standing there, staring at empty space.
I suddenly feel a chill pass me by.
At this point, something else happens. The bad things never end, do they?
I felt like something just hit me in the head, something extremely heavy, like a baseball bat. The force of it is so intense that I drop down to my knees. I put my hand up to my head and I see that I'm bleeding, quite profusely to tell you the truth.
Plus, my head feels like it's going to split into two.
"Jesse," I call out to him, hoping that he'll hear me and come back, "Jesse, please come back."
Following my head, my stomach, for some unknown reason, begins to hurt like there's no tommorow. I press my hand down on it to try and stop the pain. This, big surprise, has absolutely no effect whatsoever.
"Jesse...," I call out again, my voice raspy.
I lift up the hand that I used to press down on my stomach up to my face and see that it, too, is bleeding. Although I'm sure that it isn't my hand, but my stomach that's bleeding. Oh god. What's happening to me? I look down at my stomach and I see blood. There is blood gushing out of my abdomen. Not slowly either, but pouring out, as though I'm a water fountain or something. Tears begin to stream down my face. I don't know whether it's because of the pain or because of the sight of me bleeding.
At this point, my vision gets really blurred. I see something run towards me.
"Jesse, is that you?" I call out, in this really drowsy voice. I can hardly see anything anything anymore.
It is at this point that darkness closes its curtain around me.
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A/N: Again, I apologize.