Rifiuto: Non Miriena
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"I think we have real potential."
He looked up at her words. "Potential? For what?" She laughed.
"Honestly Zane, sometimes you're so dense." She wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him. "Real potential to make this relationship work. Especially once we move in together." He paled, quickly removing her arms from around his neck.
"Um... K... Kate... I.. I don't think this is going to work. I've been wanting to tell you for a while, but... I guess now's as good a time as any..." He trailed off, glancing at the door. "But... we just... don't click." He was about eighteen; it had to have been right after nine-eleven. "I'm sorry."
She stared at him, dumbfounded. "But... but you said we work well together." He nodded.
"We do! We're great together in bed, but the whole... relationship thing... doesn't work..."
"So I was just a booty call?" She cried, advancing on him.
"I didn't say that." He started, stepping back and grabbing a book off her table, holding it out like a weapon.
Jo turned to him. "I was... it was drilled in me- practically since utereo- that hitting a woman is wrong. Using something to defend yourself, however, is perfectly acceptable and anything is open for fair game." He replied at her strange look. She nodded.
"Your mom scares you." She muttered, turning back to watch the memory. He scoffed.
"She doesn't scare me."
"She scares you."
"No she doesn't."
"Yes she does."
"No she doesn't."
"She scares the hell out of you, Zane!" Jo snapped, barely glancing back at him. He thought a moment.
"No. You scare the hell out of me." He said, going to her and wrapping his arms around her waist before pressing a kiss to her neck. "And... Carter and Fargo and Larry and... maybe even Henry and Grace... and... I think you even scare Allison to an extent..." He stopped, thinking. "Actually, come to think of it, you scare the entire fucking town." She scoffed, but a light blush made its way up her neck, pleased at the comment. "But my mom, she doesn't scare me." She turned to him. "Ah... okay... maybe a little."
Her dark eyes rolled, and she turned her attention back to the memory.
"How can you say that, Zane? We're perfect for each other." He shook his head.
"No one is perfect."
Jo started; her Zane had told her the same thing in her time, right before the body swapping incident. She glanced behind her, he watched her, silent. Chills ran up her spine as they locked eyes. She turned back to the memory, trying to ignore the niggling in her head that he knew something about them in the previous time.
"I'm sorry, Tracy, but... we don't fit. I need someone who challenges me, who gives as good as I do. Someone different. Unique. It's not you. I'm sorry."
"There's another reason why I broke it off with her." He whispered, as his words hit her, sending chills up her spine.
"Because you're afraid of commitment?" Jo asked. He chuckled.
"No."
Suddenly, her face twisted into a mask of rage, and she lunged. "How can you say that? We're meant to be together!" She screamed, ripping the book from his hands and proceeded to beat him with it. It took several minutes before Zane managed to get the book back and throw it to the side. Then, he grabbed her around the waist and held her, trying to get her to calm down. Eventually, he had no choice but to call the police.
"She was undiagnosed bipolar." Zane whispered. Jo's eyes widened.
"So she went-" Jo started, indictating a blowup. He nodded.
"Exceedingly supernova." Jo chuckled.
"Must have been a nice surprise, being on the other side of the police car door for once." He shrugged.
"It was. For once."