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"Suze-"
"Welcome to history 101" says the teacher and I ignore Paul. I just don't like him. I don't know why, maybe just his attitude, or the way he acts. Which is the same thing, right? Today is a whacked day for me. First I like the dude, and then I don't. Who knows, tomorrow I might even like him again, but for now I despise him. The rest of the class was boring; it only started getting worse before my last class. I'm digging in my locker, looking for my English book for my next class.
Where the heck is that stupid – Hey, I've been looking for this candle set for ages. I put them on the floor by my feet along with a few other books. Then I notice feet standing next to me. I straighten up and continue digging for my book.
"Whad do you want Paul?"
"For you to come with me after school."
"I'm busy after school." Not true, but he didn't have to know that.
"No you're not." He says with a hint of laughter.
"Yes I am!" I spit at him, well actually my locker, but toward him.
Found it! Of course it's at the bottom of my locker. I quickly gather the books up from the floor and put them back in the locker. Paul starts saying something, but I just ditch him and weave my way to English class. He grabs my arm tightly and whirls me around to face him. My first reaction is to punch him, but my hands are full of books, so I start shifting them into one arm.
"Lemme go!" I say as I pull my arm back, which only brought me, closer to him.
"Just, meet me at the front doors after school, O.K.?"
"No jerk off! Now LET. ME. GO!" I say threateningly. Guess what he does. Just guess. He laughs. HE LAUGHS! So I sock him in the gut. Well, he did let me go and stopped laughing, but he did seem surprised that I hit him. The only problem is that Kelly saw this and went and tattle-tailed. So I get to have detention for a week, and then a day on top of that because I ended up being late for English. Thank you Paul.
Once I was done with detention, the last person I wanted to see was Paul. No such joy in my life. He was waiting in his car, a Ferrari convertible. I'm still in a crapy mood and it just keeps getting worse and worse. I try to sneak by and he sees me. Then he decides to drive next to me, gosh.
"Hey Suze, sorry for earlier…….. I didn't mean for you to get in trouble…… I didn't think you'd hit me," he says laughing. "Suze, I'm sorry." He says apologetically.
"Just leave me ALONE!" I snap at him
"Suze, come o-"
"Look, I barely know you and you me. So, PISS OFF!" I say really mad now.
"I just wanna-"
"GO AWAY!" I interrupt yelling and then stray away from the road. I hear him park the car and turn off the engine. Then I hear his door slam, I look over my shoulder and see him running to me. So I run too. I mean, this complete stranger is running after me. What else was I suppose to do? I bet Kelly would have been in heaven if Paul was running to her, but for me, its kind'av freaky. So I ran. Eventually he caught up with me though, and that's a pretty hard task considering I'm the fastest in school, and I would be on the schools cross country team, but my reputation isn't that great. The grades, the detentions, the fights, and the way I talk back to teachers. Anyways, Paul runs fast as well. I find that out when he squeezes my shoulders tightly and bends down at my eye level and asks," Suze, why are you running?"
"Why are you chasing me, you psycho?!" I say squirming around.
"Suze, just-"
"Lemme go!"
"Suze!" I kick him in the shins and he turns me around so that my back is right up to his chest and his arms around me.
"Suze stop it!" he says strongly "Lets just-"
"Get off u me, NOW!"
"Fine!" he shouts. I stop moving and feel his chest rise and fall against my back. "I just wanna talk." He says letting me go. I turn around and look at him.
"What do you wanna talk about?" I ask rudely
"Can we get in the car first?"
"What do you want to talk about?" I repeat firmly. He smiles.
"Something that might benefit you."
"Like what?" I say still not believing that he knows something I don't. He does a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes, and then looks back at me.
"Do you know what you can do?" I look at him like he's an idiot, which he probably is.
"Yea, I can beat the shit out of you." I state matter-of-factly. He chuckles.
"I don't think so."
"You wanna find out?" I say with a lot of attitude.
"Not now." He says as if he really wanted to know. "Anyways, you are a shifter."
Pause.
"What the heck is a shifter?" I say annoyed. He laughs again. I hate his laugh, it made me feel stupid. And angry.
"A shifter can do things mediators can't." We just looked at each other. I glare at him while he grin's his stupid grin. I also hate his grin I decided. But I was wondering what he meant about shifters, since I'm apparently one.
"What can they do differently?" I ask curiously this time.
"Ah, ah." He says arrogantly. "Do you wanna come and learn something or not?" I was about to make a remark to that, but I wanted to know what he was talking about. "C'mon." he says.
"Fine." I say giving in. He smiles.
"Well then, lets go." He says happily heading back to the car. I follow slowly. He was already in the car when I got there.
"So what exactly can a shifter do that a mediator can't?" I say slightly mocking him, while closing the door. He looks at me…….. Weirdly. "Lets go somewhere and talk about it, Kay?" I think about it. I really want to know what a shifter is. What I am.
"Fine. But I have to be home by 6" He starts the engine, pats my knee (what the heck? I shove his hand away) and drives off.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Somewhere," he replies grinning, probably at the idea that he was in controll. I'm now summing him up while he drives. So far I've concluded that he's smart, but only somewhat, depends on his looks and charm, and has always gotten what he wants. Well, I fell for it, but I want to know about shifters, and he knows it. He's such an ass. It was only and hour till six, so it can't be too bad for too long, right? We didn't talk, but when we pulled in the driveway and he killed the engine, he asks,
"Would you rather stay out here or go inside?" I'm guessing this house here is his, so I say,
"Just tell me about shifters, what do they do differently?" He chuckles,
"You're different from any girl I've ever met, you know that?" I was starting to get mad again, was he making this shifter stuff up just I'd go with him or is he just making me mad? I hope he just wants to make me mad because then I'd just feel stupid that I fell for something that doesn't exist.
"Are you going to tell me about shifters or hit on me?" He looks slightly annoyed, but finally told me about shifters. I could do a whole bunch of things. I could go to a place called Limbo, go to different places, time travel and a whole bunch of things.
"But, every time we do these things, we loose brain cells and eventually get Alzheimer's. So if you ever manage to do it," he says as if I couldn't handle it," then only do it in an emergency." Oh bummer.
"So why even do it if you could end up with Alzheimer's?" He does that silly grin that I hate.
"Because we can." He says. That said, he reaches for my hand that was resting on the middle armrest, I pull it back.
"I have to go home now." He sits straight again.
"Of course," he says and then we were off. I gave him the directions, but other than that we didn't talk. Drove fast, but didn't talk. When we got there it was right four minuets before six. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to thank him, but I hated him and didn't want to sound too nice. I also wanted to know how to do the shifter stuff we talked about, but that'd mean being with Paul, so I think I'd rather pass for now.
"Thanks." I say quickly and get out of the car.
"Hey." I look back at him. "I still have a proposal."
"And that would be….?" I ask cautiously.
"Well," he says getting out of the car and walks toward me. "I could teach you how to do some of the shifting."
"I thought it was dangerous." I say confused. He chuckles again and puts his hand on my shoulders, rubbing my arms.
"I said I'd teach you, not really do it." He smiles, gives me a peck on the forehead and says, "I'll see you tomorrow." I, for a few seconds, forgot I hated him. And I felt special that he liked me. He then let go and got back in his car. He gave me his smile that now looked really good on him, and drove off. I then went into the house, thinking about everything we talked about. I ate dinner with everyone, did some homework and fell on the bed later, still thinking about what Paul said.
There weren't any ghosts tonight. Brilliant. Maybe they're bugging Paul. Oh well. And those were my last thoughts before I drifted to sleep.
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