Author's Note: hope u like my 'new Suze'. If you must ask, I am sorry, because I was very influenced by other stories.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator.
I walked into the high school hallway and everyone stepped out of my way. It always makes me think about the movie Mean Girls. But, I have to admit, I was always a mean girl.
I gave a sexy look at all the guys drooling over me, and a little smile at the jealous girls. Then I went over to my best friend CeeCee, who has these beautiful brown-blondish hair. They glimmer in the light, and it is very pretty. I love CeeCee.
"Hey!"
"How late are you? I told you I wanted to copy your math!"
"Sorry… I had a lot of things to do…"
"Sure… like doing the guy that you met last night at the bar?"
"Ummm…" I smiled innocently…
It was a beautiful dark night, and we fortunately got in the new hip bar. I looked as hot as ever, of course. CeeCee didn't come, the goody. But I went with Kelly, who practically made me puke when she checked out this totally ugly guy… Anyways, a hot guy, with blonde shaggy hair, a surfer, but not too let-go either… He was very chic, and he had a beautiful, muscular, lean body… He was a definite hottie.
He looked at me, to my head until my feet, but I didn't have anything to worry about anything. I was wearing my new Aldo dress. A bronzish - but not in the disgusting way- dress with a simple, thin, black belt and my signature 5-inch heels, since I wasn't very tall…
He had a smile of satisfaction in his face.
"Hello. My name is Ryan. Very nice to meet you."
Just the sound of his voice made my heart flutter. But I didn't let that show.
"Hi. Suze." I said, taking his hand for a slow dance that was playing. I think it was '1 2 3 4' by the Feist. Anyways, we were talking about things – you know random things you talk about to someone when you don't know them.
"You are very beautiful tonight" he said. And that was it. Neither one of us could resist, and the next thing I knew I was at his house. He was so slow and sensitive, it was incredible… But you know, the morning after he was gone and I found out that his house was a stupid motel super far from school.
Ughh. Dumb guys. They only can think about sex. I mean, I know I'm hot, but please, just don't ditch me.
He probably doesn't even know I'm in high school. Or in this catholic school.
Whatever. I need to forget.
While I was thinking about the sensual details of last night in math class, the teacher started by saying there was this new guy.
SHIT!! It was him! Ryan! The guy from last night! Wasn't he supposed to be in college? What was his deal?
When I thought about this, I realized, as he looked at me with an amused face, that he thought the same about me.
And that I was wearing his shirt from last night… Oops.
These thoughts did not help me concentrate with the long math hour. When it finally rang, I wanted to run through the door, but Ryan was faster.
"Hello there. I recognize you from somewhere. Weren't you the one from… last night?"
He had noticed. Well, of course he had noticed. What a stupid person I am.
"Yes. Weren't you supposed to be in college?"
"Weren't you too? I got a bad girl it seems. I can't believe it. Your only in 11th grade and you already lost your virginity."
"Oh, please. Shut up. Let's not talk about you."
"Well, it's not better than you."
After that, I was in such a bad mood because I couldn't believe I slept with such a jackass.
He followed me, and I just glared. No guy ever walked with me in the school hall, exept if he was my exclusive boyfriend. And by everyone's looks, they all know the big mistake he's making.
"Can you stop following me?"
I heard him mutter I wish under his breath, but he answered more clearly that the math teacher said I would show him around.
Stupid math teacher.
"Well, this is the hall, this is the cafeteria, and this is the bathroom. The end."
"Wooww, watch that attitude woman! Please show some respect after a unforgettable night it was last night."
He felt it too! He really did!
"Until I woke up with no messages, in a fricking hotel room, alone!"
And I walked away.
