The Mediator: Changes
Based on the original (Mediator) series by Jenny Carroll/ Meg Cabot.
(You guys know the drill: I don't own anything.)
Chapter 1-Wrong Impressions
"Suze," Said Adam. We were sitting at the lunch table, Cee Cee, Adam and I, at school. It was kind of cold, due to the fact that it was November, and the sky was cloudy and gray. "Suze!" He repeated, more impatiently this time. I snapped out of the daydream that I was having about me and Jesse, disappointed to find that it was not real, and confused as to where I was. I looked around. "School Suze, calm down. You must have spaced out," I told myself.
"Suze!!" Adam yelled. Startled at his sudden impatience, I jumped and looked at him. "What?" I asked sounding half-asleep.
"We need to talk," said Adam seriously. I looked around, then back at him. "Okay..." I said, "So talk"
"Come with me." He said standing up. I gave Cee Cee a questioning glance. She shrugged her shoulders apparently as clueless to Adam's plan as I was. I followed him over to the statue of Father Serra in the courtyard where, surprisingly, it was quiet and completely empty.
"Suze," Adam started. I gazed questioningly at him, urging him to continue past my name. "Umm..." he said sounding nervous "I-I-I've been... OK. I'm going to start over- damn it's cold."
"Are you OK?" I asked. He was acting very weird.
"Yeah, I'm fine- anyways... (*Deep breath**) ... I've been meaning to... Suze?" He said.
"I thought we'd established that already! Yes, I'm SUZE!! Continue please! I'm cold and Cee Cee is probably getting bored over there." I said irritably.
"I think you've got the wrong impression of me," He said. I squinted at him, "How so?"
Adam shook his head disapprovingly, "Suze, who else would be your personal chauffer? Who else would do practically anything you asked? You think I'm being NICE? Think again! I'll tell you- wait, no let me show you," he said grabbing me by the shoulders, pulling me towards him and kissing me tenderly on the lips. He then let me go and I sat stunned for about a second.
"Adam?" I asked questioningly, not sure if it was really him.
"Yeah?" He responded smiling.
"You just-" I stammered.
"Yeah" he said, his smile broadening.
"Who ARE you!?" I asked seriously.
"Adam" he answered.
"I KNOW that, but- no -sorry, but YOU'VE got the wrong impression" I said.
Adam lost the look of confidence on his face, "What?"
"I'm taken," I said, not sure if it was true or not. Jesse's very unpredictable, so it was impossible to tell if we were actually going out.
"By who?" Adam asked challengingly, the smile of confidence returned to his face, as if he knew that I would have no real excuse... or at least one visible to him.
"By me," answered a voice from somewhere behind me
