Chapter 1: The One

Suze:

"Adam! Adam! Wait for me!" note to self- black pumps and running for your ride home don't mix.

I ran to the end of the breezeway and stopped when I reached an amused Adam.

"Suze, did you really think I'd let him leave without you?" CeeCee stepped out from behind the pillar she was leaning against. "I would never let this meathead leave without you." Her lilac eyes flashed in amusement and a felt a bit embarrassed for running like an idiot.

"Yeah Suze, I make it my motto to always have two pretty girls in the car with me before leaving school." Adam raised his eyebrows up and down causing me to start laughing at how ridiculous he looked unintentionally. Looking over toward CeeCee and saw her face was still blushed a deep crimson from Adam's remark.

She is head over heels for that so called "meathead", but when will she get up the courage to tell Adam?

I slid into the backseat of Adam's VW and allowed CeeCee the pleasure of riding shotgun. CeeCee and Adam chatted up front about our senior year midterm exams and at the appropriate moments I would moan or nod my head, but to be honest my thoughts were … elsewhere. Like as in the hot, Latino guy in my bedroom elsewhere. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd be there when I get home.

CeeCee:

God Adam looks hot.

I felt my cheeks flush a deep pink and tried to focus all my energy out the window. Adam is complaining about some stupid English final which is of no interest to me. The English language comes like second nature to me I have no need to worry.

Maybe Simon has something interesting to say

I glance back at her through the rear view mirror.

Uh-Oh Suze is officially in Jesse land.

"Hey Suze," I guess my voice doesn't sound much like Jesse's because Suze snaps right out of her daze, "what are you thinking about? Or," I turn around to face her, "who exactly are you thinking about."

I must have been right about Suze being on "Planet Jesse" because she's blushing uncontrollably. Poor Suze, I can't help but to giggle, she is such a daydreaming space case sometimes.

Adam:

Why do girls have to think so much? Is it like a hormone thing? Here I am in my car with two hot chicks and they have both spaced out on me. I'm not that boring! What is the deal?

CeeCee just brought Suze back from whatever alternate universe she was in just to lapse into a daydream of her own.

Is she thinking about a guy?

I look CeeCee over and am shocked by how much of a babe she has become. CeeCee has definitely developed some new curves and oh my God are those real!

Since when did she become so … sexy?

O thank god, we're finally at Suze's house.

Suze:

Home! Thank God!

I open the door and pat Max, our family dog, on the head before I run up the stairs two at a time. I know it's stupid but I can feel my pulse speed up as I open the door to my room; however to my great disappointment it is unoccupied. I know I shouldn't feel disappointed, I mean, my life doesn't revolve around Jesse…………..

Well, okay, maybe it does just a little bit.

With a sigh I pull out my trigonometry homework and decide to get to work. I have 30 problems to do tonight- o joy. I'm on problem number 4 when I see a faint shimmer out of the corner of my eye.

"Jesse!" I jump up from my bed and run, wrapping my legs around his waist, as I jump into his arms. I look into Jesse's face and realize he's blushing. Whoops, I guess I forgot to be modest…my bad.

"Buenas tardes, Susannah." A playful gleam spears in Jesse's eyes, "Have you missed me?"

"Hell, yeah!" I plant my lips on his mouth and I feel him push back, responding to my fire with a passion of his own. His tongue runs gently across my lips asking my permission, and of course I let him in.

God Jesse tastes good he's like freakin' addicting or something.

A few more minutes later Jesse remembers his gentlemanly manners and breaks the kiss so I can breathe, but even though Jesse doesn't need to breathe he's still panting. I guess even after 150 years its hard to break the habit of sucking in air, even if you don't need it anymore.

Jesse:

Susannah is going to be the death of me.

Well, maybe not my death since that has already occurred, but she will most certainly be my spiritual fall. The only problem with that is I don't really care anymore. Nothing and I mean nothing feels better than holding Susannah in my arms. And her kissing …she is just simply amazing.

I unwind her legs from around my waist, even if I have a desire to keep them there. It is certainly not the appropriate thing to do and I must remember that I am a gentleman, for that is what Susannah deserves. However, that is very hard to remember when your hot girlfriend, especially a girlfriend like Susannah, is pushing herself against you and has wrapped her arms around the back of your neck while breathing hard.

"Susannah …," It sounded much more like a pant than I wanted it to. She simply rolled her eyes and slipped off of me.

"I know the drill Jesse." I chuckled at that under my breath praying that Susannah did not hear me. She is such a forward young lady.

Suze:

Why does Jesse have to be such an old fashioned guy? I know he means well acting like a gentleman, but can't he see I don't mind when he acts a little …forward?

I sink down on my bed and cross my legs, feeling my black miniskirt slide up my thigh. Good, give Jesse a taste of what he has deprived himself of- me. I kick off my black pumps and lay back on the pink frilly comforter lying on top of my bed looking up at the frilly, pink canopy above my head. Of course I didn't choose the bright pink décor that decorated my room- that was my mom. She decided to "surprise" me by decorating my room for me when I first moved out here to Carmel two years ago to live with my mom's new husband-Andy and his three crudely mannered sons whom I gave the nicknames- Sleepy, Dopey, and Doc. By far Doc is my most favorite of my three stepbrothers. Though he is younger than me he is extremely intelligent and overall a good kid. Plus he doesn't seem to mind the unusual nickname that I gave him, but I don't even want to think about what would happen if Jake or Brad found out I was calling them Sleepy and Dopey.

I feel Jesse sit down next to me even though he doesn't have any weight and doesn't push the bed down. I could like sense him or something it was like a mediator sense or something, I guess. Then he shocks me- he starts giving me a massage- and let me tell you Jesse gives good massages.

"Jesse?"

"Yes, Querida?"

I wrinkle my nose, "What does that mean? Querida that is, I mean you're always calling me Querida but I don't know what it means."

He let out a gentle sigh, "Can you just except the fact that I am calling you something endearing and am in no way insulting you?"

I shook my head in defeat, "Alright Jesse. Do you wanna go watch a movie?

"Jaws?" He raised his eyebrows.

Poor Jesse, the guy couldn't sit through a chick flick without fidgeting and in the good movies- like Jaws –he likes all the wrong parts. You see Jesse loves the movie Jaws but it's not that he loves the shark attacks or even the main plot, oh no, his favorite part is when all the guys are showing their scars. Um … gross?

But I wanted to spend some quality time with him so I begrudgingly agreed and headed downstairs to the family room to watch Jaws.

About an hour and a half later Jaws finally ended and Jesse turned off the TV.

He looked so excited, "Querida I love that movie!"

I just looked at him playfully and shook my head, "I know Jesse." The entire time during the movie I had sat against Jesse on the couch hoping he would kiss me, but the problem was he was just too caught up in the movie.

"But I love you more, Querida." Jesse scooped me up into his arms and I twined my arms behind his neck. He kissed me gently at first, but when I went to break away Jesse seemed to have other ideas and pulled me closer, kissing me harder. I gasped as his lips landed on mine. I was on fire or something and wasn't able to think any coherent thoughts. I don't know how long we stood there, but I knew my brothers would be home soon, and it wouldn't be good if they walked in. They would pretty much see me levitating and making out with air- never a good way to be seen if you don't want to end up in the Looney bin.

Jesse broke the kiss and panted, "Upstairs …can't …see … me …you …in … air…"I nodded and he dashed up the stairs with me in his arms.

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