A/N Hey there! I'm being nice, and serving you guys up another plate of Meant to Be pie! I dont own the bits in bold italics but I own the plot. I dont own Suze, or Jesse (just his head, Melodramatic!) sadly. But I own Lizzie (unfortunately!). And there's no way I'll ever want to own Paul. Some people you just dont want to even be associated with (no names...)

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Chapter 22

"There you go," said Paul, handing me a steaming cup of coffee. "Feeling any better?"

"Do I look it?" I asked, taking a sip.

"Sorry," said Paul. "So whats the deal with you and De Silva? You had a love affair or something?"

I blushed brilliantly.

"Of course not," I replied, hurriedly.

"Well thats OK," said Paul, leaning in to kiss me again. "That means I got no competition."

I put a finger to his lips. "Yes you have," I whispered. "I'm with Br - Jake - remember?"

"You think he's gonna stop me?" said Paul, innocently.

"Scared of Jesse though, were we?"

"De Silva? He's nothing but a softie."

"But-"

This time Paul pressed a finger to my lips.

"Suze," he said. "I care about you, I really do. And although you may not love me, I know you still care. So show me, Susie."

"Paul-"

Paul didnt wait to see what I had to say. He placed a hand on my back and kissed me deeply. Even though

a) I didnt really have any feelings for the guy

b) I was pretty sure sure I had morning breath,

I was so thrilled. I mean, this guy, this gorgeous, amazingly hot guy who could make out with any girl in the peninsula, wanted to shove his tongue down my throat. Not the best way of putting it, but it was true. So I let him run his hand through my hair, and rub his hands down my body. Soon my breath became raw and ragged, his kisses were that exciting. Seriously.

I placed two fingers on his chin and pulled away. I mean, his kisses were amazing, but the guy wasnt...

Well, Jesse.

And thats pretty much how my love life is going to go now isnt it?

"Suze," whispered Paul, his eyes still closed. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry Paul," I replied. "But its not going to work."

Paul let go of me and I ran into the hall and up the stairs to find my mules. I was searching for them in his hostel-like decorated bedroom when I heard soft creaking. I looked up to see Paul in the doorway. I stood up, mules clinging sadly on my fingertips.

"I'm sorry to scare you, Suze," said Paul, walking into his room. But Paul never just walked. When he entered a room, he seemed to fill it.

"You didnt," I replied firmly.

"What was that about then, downstairs?" asked Paul, brushing my mules from my hands.

"It was... just a blow of conscience," I said, more confidently than I felt. I knelt down to recollect my mules, and Paul met me mid-way.

"Dont give me that, Simon," he sneered. "You're just trying to kid yourself you dont like me. Quit it."

His hand snaked onto mine, but I curled it up and pushed it away.

"No, Paul."

I started to leave, when he grabbed my arm in a grip of ironn and flung me onto his bed, kissing me deeply.

"Paul, no!"

"Mm, hmm-mph..."

"Paul!"

I wrenched my lips from his, but couldnt escape. I knew I was either come out of this situation hurt, or I could give in.

I was never weak. I had a heart of iron, of a rhino, my dad said. My mom said I was just like him. But then my father fell down the stairs, after I pushed him. And since then, I've been scared.

Scared I'd get caught. Scared that fate would catch me out later in life, scared I would fall in love with someone, and hurt them like I hurt my dad. And there I was lying. Scared. Trapped.

And it scratched at my heart, the fact that while Paul was undressing me, all I could think of, was Jesse.