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My Target Mind	By : JessieMundaiFan Category: Twilight Series > Slash Views: 3899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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(Paul's POV)
I should have known. I should have known this was going to happen.
I just spent the last two hours waiting for Seton to show up and he never did. I know we were supposed to meet this morning, I prodded him enough to make sure, so why didn't he show?
Maybe he forgot? Maybe he got caught up in something? Maybe he had a surprise test in class?
Maybe he finally realized how worthless you are, said my dad in my head.
That brings me back to this morning.
(Flashback)
I was on my way out the door…
"Hey kid."
…until I heard his voice.
"Yes," grunted. I couldn't ignore him it would just make things worse.
He walked up to me, with a beer in his hand, and stood in front of me. Even though I was almost the same height as him now, he still outclassed me on build.
"Heard you brought someone into my house without telling me last night." He said this casually, but I could hear the edge in his voice.
Heard? Where could he have heard that? And why is he asking me this? No matter what I say the end result is going to be the same.
"Yeah I did," I replied slowly.
I wasn't even given enough time to brace myself as he slapped across the face so hard I stumbled backwards. My cheek burned with pain, but I was happy to see the tears didn't unconsciously come out this time. The last thing I want to do is let him see me cry.
I looked at him with barely concealed anger as he just stared back at me blankly. Not taking his eyes of me, he popped open the top of his beer and took a big sip of it. He's not affected in the slightest by me.
"I know you did, your mother told me she saw some boy go in your room with you."
He gave me a smirk. "So what are you a faggot now?"
"What do you care," I snapped at him.
"I don't," he shrugged. "You're so much of a disappointment, finding out that your one of the filthiest people on the planet doesn't surprise me in the least."
"If I'm such a disappointment why do you let me stay here," I demanded.
His smirked widened. "Because, you'll be worth something to me later."
"What does that mean?" After all these years of him telling me I'm worth nothing and I'll never be good at anything, all of a sudden I'll be worth something someday.
"Nothing to worry your empty little head about," he told me snidely. "But what I don't want to see in my house again is that little bitch of yours.
What? I growled rose up in my throat. Nobody disrespects Seton and gets away with it!
"Don't you dare talk about Seton like that!" The anger in me rose quickly.
"Aw, are you in love Paul," he grinned at me cruelly. "He probably doesn't even really give a fuck about you. He probably just wants a dick to suck."
Faster than I ever imagined, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him to the wall.
I saw a little bit of fear in his eyes as I glared at him ferociously.
I spoke to him slowly and menacingly. "If you say one more word about Seton I will not only beat you into the ground, but I will make sure that you're a never able to walk, talk, or move without help ever again!"
"Paul," my mother screamed as she ran toward us. "Let go of your father right now," she demanded.
"Do you even know what he said to me," I asked her exasperatedly.
"It doesn't matter what he said to you," she told me angrily. "That is your father and you never put your hands on him!"
Why am I not surprised she'd say that? Why am I not surprised she'd take his side no matter what the situation. I could tell her that he said he was going to sell me on the streets for sex and she'd probably take his side on it.
With my anger dissipated by my mom, I dropped him to the floor. I saw my mother instantly go up to him and try to help him up, only to be pushed off roughly.
Not wanting to talk to either of them anymore, I turned on my heels and went out the door.
On my way I heard him say on last thing to me.
"You'll never be loved Paul, never."
(End Flashback)
Over the years I think I've developed a good kind of immunity to his words. I've heard all of his speeches about me enough to ignore everything he says. Right now though, his words are getting to me again.
Seton was the one person I thought I could count on, and he blew me off. Dad's words kept repeating themself in my head over and over again.
I sighed and looked at my watch. It's about 12:00, schools still going on. If go back now I might still be able to make my last class of the day. Do I really want to go back to class?
Aw fuck it, I need to good nap right now.
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"Protoplasm is the living content of a cell that is surrounded…"
Oh my god, why can't I go to sleep? What is wrong with me? This dumb movie has been going on the last forty minutes and I just can't doze off to it right now.
I groaned. This just is not my day.
"Psst," somebody whispered to me.
I looked over to see it was Teresa. I didn't even know she was sitting beside me.
"You okay," she asked me softly as to not let the teacher hear us.
"Um yeah," I said awkwardly. Why the hell did she care?
She looked at me doubtfully, but turned back to the movie nonetheless.
Riiiiinnnngggg
Oh thank god for the bell. Another minute of this crap and I would have to kill somebody.
I packed up my stuff and practically sped out the classroom. On my way out of the class I collided with someone in a big way. Books and papers went flying in the air and we both fell on our asses.
"Ah, what the fuck," I groaned. I got up and saw the hit Jacob Black of all people.
Oh joy.
He glared up at me, "Dammit Patton, what is your problem?"
I snorted at him. "Stop being such a whining little bitch Black."
He stood up and got in my face. "Screw you Patton, I am so sick of you. I'm sick of you messing with me and my friends."
People were already circling around us to see what would happen. I swear to you these people have no lives. They have nothing better to do than to watch people they don't even know fight about something they don't care about.
"And what are you going to do about it Black," I smirked at him. "Send your crippled dad over to my house to beat me up."
I know it was messed up, what I said, but I don't care. I needed him to get angry. I needed him to fight me. I need something or someone to vent my anger and frustrations on. I want him to feel just as bad as I do.
Apparently my tactics worked. His contorted with anger as he snarled at me. He moved to strike me.
"Hey," it was Teresa, "knock it off you two".
"Mind your own business," Jacob snapped at her. For once I agree with him. This has nothing to do with her at all.
Hearing all the commotion we were making, my teacher, , finally came into the hall.
"What is going on here," he asked us sternly. "There better not be a fight going on."
Jacob looked back and forth between me and my teacher, before finally huffing and walking away.
I heard a few disappointed groans as everyone in the crowd went about their business again.
I sighed feeling utterly annoyed.
"Um you're welcome," I turned to see Teresa looking at me expectantly.
I snorted, "I didn't ask for your help". With that I turned and walked away.
"Hey wait up," I heard her shout as she tried to catch up to me.
"Why do you always have to act like that," she asked me curiously. "Why do you always want to fight people?"
This chick was getting on my nerves. "It's none of your business."
"True," she conceded to that fact. "But I'm a really good listener and it could help to talk with someone with words rather than your fists."
What is she a philosopher now? I turned and faced her, having had enough of her.
"Look, I am having a really shitty day and I don't need this right now," I glared at her.
At least she had the decency to look regretful. "Look I know I'm being a little pushy, and I'm sorry for that, but I just think that we could be good friends."
"Well I already one friend blow me off today I don't need any more," I snapped at her. I groaned as I realized what I said. I really need to watch what I tell people.
"Blown off," she repeated. "You mean the reason you weren't in first and second and third period is because you were seeing somebody."
How did she know I wasn't in class? "Not that it's any of your business but yes." I started to walk out of the school again with Teresa following behind me.
"So that's the reason why you're so mad, because your friend to didn't show up to meet you." She looked at me inquisitively. "Don't you think you should give that person a chance to explain themself before you get pissed off at them. For all you know someone close to your friend might have just died this morning."
I have to admit she did have a point. "Whatever." But I wasn't going to admit that out loud.
I finally made it out the doors of the school.
"You're welcome Paul," I heard her call out.
I just flipped her off.
…
I found myself wandering back to mine and Seton's spot again.
I really should have more faith in what Seton and I have. I care for him more than I care for anyone else in the world. Hell, sometimes I feel like he is my world.
Just as I made it to our spo,t I saw some people there.
Rage ignited in me as I saw what was going on.
My Seton was being held against his will by those two assholes.
They are so dead.
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