Disclaimer: As much as it pains me to say, I do not own any of the
Mediator characters. They belong to Meg Cabot, the awesome writer who
created them.
Suze's POV:
"Hey Suze."
I turned around and slugged the voice. Don't give me that look, you totally would have done the same thing. Especially if that voice belonged to the psycho who had tried to off you and your dead boyfriend several times.
Paul Slater groaned as my fist connected with his stomach. We were standing outside Mr. Walden's room, getting ready to walk into homeroom. Despite many MANY warnings from me, and getting beaten to a somewhat bloody pulp by Jesse De Silva, my Latino lovely, Paul still has not learned to keep his hands off me.
"What, a guy can't say hello?" He said with a wicked grin.
"A guy can. Spawn of Satan? Yeah, not so much." I said snidely.
"I'll bet you let the cowboy spawn of Satan say hello- and more- all the time." Paul hissed in my ear as we sat down in our side-by-side homeroom seats.
I slugged Paul again, harder, to make sure he got the message that dissing MY Jesse was not going to happen. He got the message, but still felt the need to add, "God, Suze, you're so naive sometimes."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I hissed at him.
Paul threw me a dirty smirk and said cryptically, "There's more than meets the eye, Suze."
Just as I was about to reply, Mr. Walden shushed us. I was fuming on the inside. How DARE he say such a thing about Jesse? I was about ready to beat him to a somewhat bloody pulp myself.
By the end of the day, I had slugged Paul a whopping five times, and been sent to Father Dom's office for the last one because I broke Paul's nose.
Let's take a moment to reflect on that, shall we?
I, Suze Simon, broke Paul Slater's nose.
Again.
Ok, Ok, so maybe the first time had been Jesse. But still...I broke his nose! Not that I haven't broken a nose- or rib, or whatever- before. I've caused a lot of damage to people- ok, ghosts- twice my size.
It just felt so frickin' awesome when it was Paul's broken nose.
So, anyways, after I listened to Father Dom's speech about how beating up Paul wasn't going to solve anything, the bell rang, and I hauled myself out to Adam's car. Why Adam's car, instead of, say, my own? Well, that's because stupid Dopey has gotten a ticket every afternoon for the past month, it seems. I just wasn't in the mood to see the same cop again. So I hauled myself to Adam's car, who drove me and CeeCee home.
"I'm home!" I yelled to anyone who happened to be in yelling distance. Max came running to see if I had brought any food with me, and upon discovering that I had not, promptly returned to wherever he'd crawled up from. I ran up the steps two at a time, feeling insanely energized. I guess breaking the nose of your worst enemy will do that to you. I threw open my bedroom door and tossed my bag down as Jesse said, "Hello, Susannah."
Ahhhhhh!!!!! Just hearing his sexy Spanish accent sends shivers up and down my spine. Jesse was seated on the window seat, as was his custom, petting Spike. Spike immediately jumped down when Jesse stood up to give me a hug and quick brush on the cheek- as was NOT custom, yet. As he pulled away, the spot his lips on my cheek had touched felt all tingly. A good tingly.
"Hey yourself." I said, curling up next to him on the window seat. Jesse gladly wrapped me in his arms- he's been a lot more touchy-feely since that day by his grave when we kissed. "How was school today, querida?" he whispered in my hair.
I sighed. "Pretty good." I so didn't want to mention what Paul had said, seeing as it would just make Jesse mad, and then he'd go and beat him up again. I must have let on something, because Jesse said, "Did Slater try anything again?" He said again, and had good reason too, seeing as I've been sent home early twice for hitting Paul. You'd think that he'd have learned by now to leave me alone, but nooooooo........
"Not exactly." I said, stretching the words out. "He didn't do anything physical, for once." I told Jesse about Paul's 'there's more than meets the eye' comment.
"Querida..." Jesse whispered tiredly. "You must not fight over Slater's comments."
"But I was defending-" I protested.
Jesse held one finger over my lips. "Do not defend me, Susannah." He stroked the side of my face as he started to whisper Spanish into my hair. "It's not worth it." I sighed and decided not to argue. It's also fairly hard to argue when your hot Spanish boyfriend starts kissing your neck. I moaned slightly and gave into it.
Jesse's POV:
I sighed when Susannah said she'd hit Slater again. I wish she wouldn't fight, but then she wouldn't be the independant, firey, headstrong woman I fell in love with. So, instead of arguing with her, I just sighed and kissed her neck. I could feel Susannah's sigh vibrate through her entire body. It would have been perfect, had we not been interrupted.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here."
There are many days I ask the Lord to give me the strength not to kill Paul Slater. Every day he hurts Susannah in any way, shape, or form, is one of them.
"Slater..."I growled, in a voice that did not sound like mine at all. I felt Susannah's body tense up at the mere sight of him- bandaged nose and all. I immediately hated him even more, for striking fear into the pure heart of mi querida. "What...What are you doing here anyway, Paul?" Susannah asked, trying to mask her fear.
"Just came by to finish our little discussion from homeroom, Suze." He said in an even voice. "You remember the one, right?"
I glanced at Susannah to see that her face was now a bright red shade of anger. In a harsh tone, she said, "Yeah, I remember. The one where you were being cryptic, called Jesse the cowboy spawn of Satan, and then I beat your ass?" Susannah was very, VERY angry at Slater.
And she wasn't the only one.
I'm ashamed to admit, I pushed Susannah off of me rather forcefully in my attempt to tackle Slater.
However, before I could get up too far, Susannah had already grabbed my right arm and cried out, "No! There will be NO fighting! I still haven't gotten out all the bloodstains from the last fight you guys went through!" There was a shrill quality to her voice that hardly ever appeared there- only, it seemed, when she was very close to crying because she was upset.
And I could not bear to upset Susannah. I sat back down on the window seat, next to her. "I'm sorry, querida." I said, in a low gentle voice, very different from the one I used on Slater.
"Yeah, sorry, Suze." I was beyond shocked to hear him apologize. Susannah looked as shocked as I. "It's ok, guys." She said, leaning into me a little and resting her head on my chest again. "Now, Paul....Will you please leave? I'm not in the mood for a shifting lesson right now." A small flicker of annoyance crossed Slater's face, as she said this. Had I been a child, I would have stuck out my tounge and gloated about the fact that Susannah- beautiful, pure, innocent, wonderful Susannah- had fallen in love with me, and not him.
But I am not a child, and therefore, did not do so. We waited for Slater to leave, one of my hands on her back, and the other stroking her beautiful curled hair. When he did not, Susannah repeated herself. She repeated herself until Andy called her and Paul down for dinner. The dirty rat had weaseled a dinner invite from Andy and Susannah's mother. As he walked out of the room, Slater winked slyly at my Susannah, who shuddered.
"Jesse, I swear, I don't know what's with him!" She said, almost in tears again. "And now, I have to go sit through the dinner from hell. This sucks!!" Susannah tucked her head into my arms and sighed. I got up when she did and started to follow Susannah downstairs. We got halfway down the hall when she looked at me and said, "What are you doing?"
"Making sure he doesn't try anything." I said simply. Susannah gave me a grateful look and we walked into the dining room together.
Suze's POV:
"Hey Suze."
I turned around and slugged the voice. Don't give me that look, you totally would have done the same thing. Especially if that voice belonged to the psycho who had tried to off you and your dead boyfriend several times.
Paul Slater groaned as my fist connected with his stomach. We were standing outside Mr. Walden's room, getting ready to walk into homeroom. Despite many MANY warnings from me, and getting beaten to a somewhat bloody pulp by Jesse De Silva, my Latino lovely, Paul still has not learned to keep his hands off me.
"What, a guy can't say hello?" He said with a wicked grin.
"A guy can. Spawn of Satan? Yeah, not so much." I said snidely.
"I'll bet you let the cowboy spawn of Satan say hello- and more- all the time." Paul hissed in my ear as we sat down in our side-by-side homeroom seats.
I slugged Paul again, harder, to make sure he got the message that dissing MY Jesse was not going to happen. He got the message, but still felt the need to add, "God, Suze, you're so naive sometimes."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I hissed at him.
Paul threw me a dirty smirk and said cryptically, "There's more than meets the eye, Suze."
Just as I was about to reply, Mr. Walden shushed us. I was fuming on the inside. How DARE he say such a thing about Jesse? I was about ready to beat him to a somewhat bloody pulp myself.
By the end of the day, I had slugged Paul a whopping five times, and been sent to Father Dom's office for the last one because I broke Paul's nose.
Let's take a moment to reflect on that, shall we?
I, Suze Simon, broke Paul Slater's nose.
Again.
Ok, Ok, so maybe the first time had been Jesse. But still...I broke his nose! Not that I haven't broken a nose- or rib, or whatever- before. I've caused a lot of damage to people- ok, ghosts- twice my size.
It just felt so frickin' awesome when it was Paul's broken nose.
So, anyways, after I listened to Father Dom's speech about how beating up Paul wasn't going to solve anything, the bell rang, and I hauled myself out to Adam's car. Why Adam's car, instead of, say, my own? Well, that's because stupid Dopey has gotten a ticket every afternoon for the past month, it seems. I just wasn't in the mood to see the same cop again. So I hauled myself to Adam's car, who drove me and CeeCee home.
"I'm home!" I yelled to anyone who happened to be in yelling distance. Max came running to see if I had brought any food with me, and upon discovering that I had not, promptly returned to wherever he'd crawled up from. I ran up the steps two at a time, feeling insanely energized. I guess breaking the nose of your worst enemy will do that to you. I threw open my bedroom door and tossed my bag down as Jesse said, "Hello, Susannah."
Ahhhhhh!!!!! Just hearing his sexy Spanish accent sends shivers up and down my spine. Jesse was seated on the window seat, as was his custom, petting Spike. Spike immediately jumped down when Jesse stood up to give me a hug and quick brush on the cheek- as was NOT custom, yet. As he pulled away, the spot his lips on my cheek had touched felt all tingly. A good tingly.
"Hey yourself." I said, curling up next to him on the window seat. Jesse gladly wrapped me in his arms- he's been a lot more touchy-feely since that day by his grave when we kissed. "How was school today, querida?" he whispered in my hair.
I sighed. "Pretty good." I so didn't want to mention what Paul had said, seeing as it would just make Jesse mad, and then he'd go and beat him up again. I must have let on something, because Jesse said, "Did Slater try anything again?" He said again, and had good reason too, seeing as I've been sent home early twice for hitting Paul. You'd think that he'd have learned by now to leave me alone, but nooooooo........
"Not exactly." I said, stretching the words out. "He didn't do anything physical, for once." I told Jesse about Paul's 'there's more than meets the eye' comment.
"Querida..." Jesse whispered tiredly. "You must not fight over Slater's comments."
"But I was defending-" I protested.
Jesse held one finger over my lips. "Do not defend me, Susannah." He stroked the side of my face as he started to whisper Spanish into my hair. "It's not worth it." I sighed and decided not to argue. It's also fairly hard to argue when your hot Spanish boyfriend starts kissing your neck. I moaned slightly and gave into it.
Jesse's POV:
I sighed when Susannah said she'd hit Slater again. I wish she wouldn't fight, but then she wouldn't be the independant, firey, headstrong woman I fell in love with. So, instead of arguing with her, I just sighed and kissed her neck. I could feel Susannah's sigh vibrate through her entire body. It would have been perfect, had we not been interrupted.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here."
There are many days I ask the Lord to give me the strength not to kill Paul Slater. Every day he hurts Susannah in any way, shape, or form, is one of them.
"Slater..."I growled, in a voice that did not sound like mine at all. I felt Susannah's body tense up at the mere sight of him- bandaged nose and all. I immediately hated him even more, for striking fear into the pure heart of mi querida. "What...What are you doing here anyway, Paul?" Susannah asked, trying to mask her fear.
"Just came by to finish our little discussion from homeroom, Suze." He said in an even voice. "You remember the one, right?"
I glanced at Susannah to see that her face was now a bright red shade of anger. In a harsh tone, she said, "Yeah, I remember. The one where you were being cryptic, called Jesse the cowboy spawn of Satan, and then I beat your ass?" Susannah was very, VERY angry at Slater.
And she wasn't the only one.
I'm ashamed to admit, I pushed Susannah off of me rather forcefully in my attempt to tackle Slater.
However, before I could get up too far, Susannah had already grabbed my right arm and cried out, "No! There will be NO fighting! I still haven't gotten out all the bloodstains from the last fight you guys went through!" There was a shrill quality to her voice that hardly ever appeared there- only, it seemed, when she was very close to crying because she was upset.
And I could not bear to upset Susannah. I sat back down on the window seat, next to her. "I'm sorry, querida." I said, in a low gentle voice, very different from the one I used on Slater.
"Yeah, sorry, Suze." I was beyond shocked to hear him apologize. Susannah looked as shocked as I. "It's ok, guys." She said, leaning into me a little and resting her head on my chest again. "Now, Paul....Will you please leave? I'm not in the mood for a shifting lesson right now." A small flicker of annoyance crossed Slater's face, as she said this. Had I been a child, I would have stuck out my tounge and gloated about the fact that Susannah- beautiful, pure, innocent, wonderful Susannah- had fallen in love with me, and not him.
But I am not a child, and therefore, did not do so. We waited for Slater to leave, one of my hands on her back, and the other stroking her beautiful curled hair. When he did not, Susannah repeated herself. She repeated herself until Andy called her and Paul down for dinner. The dirty rat had weaseled a dinner invite from Andy and Susannah's mother. As he walked out of the room, Slater winked slyly at my Susannah, who shuddered.
"Jesse, I swear, I don't know what's with him!" She said, almost in tears again. "And now, I have to go sit through the dinner from hell. This sucks!!" Susannah tucked her head into my arms and sighed. I got up when she did and started to follow Susannah downstairs. We got halfway down the hall when she looked at me and said, "What are you doing?"
"Making sure he doesn't try anything." I said simply. Susannah gave me a grateful look and we walked into the dining room together.
