Chapter 4

We went back to Paul's place after the beach. He lives on campus like the rest of us during term time, but he like to keep this apartment as his little 'pied-à-terre' for the holidays. That and his parents are filthy rich.
We were kicking back on his corner sofa and I had rested my bare feet on his coffee table. The huge screen TV was on, but no one was paying attention. Paul was standing with his back to the TV talking to the pizza guy over the phone whilst trying to listen to us.
"...Yeah. We'll have a-" he started.
"Hawaiian with pepperoni and spicy chicken!" I yelled.
"A vegetarian with ham, chicken and beef!" Adam yelled.
"A 3 cheeses with sweet pepper and chorizo!" Ceecee yelled.
Everyone turned to Jesse, who shrugged, clearly not used to this routine.
"Did you get all that?" Paul asked. "Awesome. Thanks."
He hung up and slumped down on the couch next to me. He put his feet on the table and rested his arm on the sofa cushion behind me. Jesse, who was sat next to me but further away, said, "Do you remember when we used to sit on the roof and look at the stars?"
"Yeah," I replied awkwardly. Why was he bringing this up now?
"You remember that time you fell off?" Paul asked, laughing.
"You fell off the roof?" Ceecee asked.
"I didn't FALL off. I was pushed." I sent an obvious glare Paul's way.
"I didn't push you! I was ticking you and you fell!"
"Only because you were ticking me!"
"I remember this!" Adam said. "Paul walked into the ER with a bag of frozen peas strapped to his-"
"Adam," Paul deliberately interrupted. "That was our secret."
"-groin," Adam finished, unable to hold the laughter. Everyone joined him.
"And what about that time you tried to flirt with that police officer?" Paul asked, a glint of humour in his eye.
"What time?" Ceecee asked, in feigned outrage.
"No time, baby. He's lying," Adam tried to sound cool. He winked.
"You rat!" Ceecee hit him in the chest.
"It wouldn't have been as bad if HE was gay!" Paul laughed.
"In my defense, that fat pig had boobs!"
"They were MOOBS! Can you not tell the difference?!" I asked.
Jesse snorted.
"Yeah, but HE also had a 6 o'clock shadow!" Paul countered. Everyone laughed, including Adam.
"Anything to get out of a speeding ticket," he shrugged. "But what about that time Suze actually got away with it?"
"I was just too irresistible," I said.
"That and you were only wearing a bikini top and shorts," Ceecee added. "That hideous lech gave you his number and everything!"
"Ugh." I shuddered at the memory and everyone laughed. Except Jesse I noticed.
"He couldn't take his eyes off your cleavage the entire time!" I looked at Adam.
"I think you're forgetting that time you were beaten up by a little old lady."
"She was tough," Adam defended.
"She was well over 80!"
"It was Jesse's fault anyway."
Jesse looked innocent and gestured to himself as if to say: 'me?'. "It was not!" he said.
"If you hadn't told me the wrong Spanish..."
"I did no such thing!"
"You did! I was there! You told him to say: Can I help you with you ass? It looks big and heavy.'!" Paul exclaimed.
Jesse laughed. "I guess I accidentally told him the wrong word."
"Because the words for 'bags' and 'ass' are so similar in Spanish," Paul added, sarcastically.
"That old lady had a bag full of bricks!" Adam rubbed his arm as if the memory brought back the pain.
"The bag flew open from her hitting hint so hard. It had a bottle of water in it!" I said.
"A pretty brick-like bottle of water. I got bruises all over!" Everyone laughed again.
"And if what happened in Mexico is no longer staying in Mexico..." Adam said, "Then perhaps I could mention a little thing that happened to Paul..."
"Is that the pizza?" Paul asked. We know he heard nothing.
"I didn't hear anything," Jesse said, eyebrow raised. There was a knock on the door.
"See?" I rolled my eyes.
"Lucky," Adam said.

I helped Paul throw out the pizza boxes at about 11. He'd thrown out his alcohol the day he found out I was pregnant and hasn't touched it since. We were both on a high from the nostalgia and reminiscence. He ran his hand through his blond hair, which had streaked from the sun. "Suze." He just looked at me and I looked back at him. In one smooth motion I was in his arms and his lips were on mine. It was a gentle kiss, just a teaching brush of lips, but then I pulled him to me. "God, Suze. I-" he was cut off by the sight of Jesse standing there. Perfect timing, as usual.
"I see," Jesse snarled. "You lied to me."
"I didn't lie."
"Well, see how it looks from my point of view. You tell me you're not with him, you don't want to kiss me, but I catch you in here kissing him!" His filled with jealousy.
"We're not together," Paul said. He looked down sheepishly, which didn't help matters.
"Me not wanting to kiss you has nothing to do with Paul." I knew as those words left my lips that I was lying.
"I see how you are around him."
"Yes, so what if we did get involved?"
I didn't notice, but Paul had already awkwardly shuffled out of the room.
"What about he baby's father?"
"What does he have to do with this?!"
"Who is he?!"
"Is that what this is really about?!"
That petty bastard. He looked guilty. I gave him a look that I hope made him feel guiltier.

A/N: I'm sorry if there are errors and stuff. It's like 3 in the morning and I probably wouldn't sleep if I didn't do this chapter. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Who will Suze end up with? REVIEW, readers. If this were a few years ago, I wouldn't have posted without at least 5 reviews. Now I know I get more readers than that everyday, so try. Please.

A/N: I updated this 31/05/15. I made a few minor changes to Jesse's character.
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