Hey all! Ok well this is my first fic, so please be nice. Please R&R. I accept constructive criticism….but flames aren't nice! No flames!!! Lol. This chapter is just pretty much to introduce so forgive me for lack of plot so far.
Cassie x
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters recognisable from the 'Mediator' series. I just own the plot. I'm making no money out of this, it's purely for fun.
Title: It's a [dead] guy thing!
Chapter 1"You have got to be kidding me," Susannah Simon bellowed from inside the principal's office, "NO WAY!"
Father Dominic who had been looking over some important papers at the time of the sudden outburst let out a long sigh
"With all due respect Father D, I appreciate your concern but I'm perfectly capable of handling myself"
"Yes I am aware that you're capable of handling yourself, but it is the way that you go about handling these situations that have caused me such great concern"
I got up from where she had been perched on the windowsill, overlooking the courtyard of Junipero Serra Mission Academy and firmly placed my hands on
either side of Father Dominic's desk. "What is that supposed to mean? You know I always come out on top in these situations"
"That may well be true Susannah, but that is not until you have put somebody else's life in danger, and in light of recent events the life which seems to be at risk most often is your own."
My eyes widened. I couldn't believe what Father Dom was saying to me. I mean I know I don't always take the world peace approach to situations, but believe you me I have damn good reasons not to. " It's not my fault that crazy psycho ghosts from Jesse's past life share an unhealthy obsession for their love to see me dead, and so appear before me in the middle of the night carrying pointy instruments!"
"No-one said it was your fault Susannah," Father Dominic said sternly, "That is why I have asked Jesse to keep a much closer watch on you as I cannot keep tabs on you at all times"
I opened my mouth wide as if to protest but Father Dominic continued
"There is no point in arguing with me Susannah, after all I am your principal and it is in your best interest that you do not kick up a fuss about something as small as this"
How could he say something like this was small? Did he honestly believe that he was doing this because it was in my best interest? Don't get me wrong, Father D was a good guy an' all but he was one seriously deluded priest. Jesse of all people had been assigned to look after me, by escorting me to and from school and if necessary he would accompany me on all my outings no matter how big or small they were. I'm amazed he hadn't been given permission to follow me into the bathroom.
We hadn't communicated for at least thirty seconds so Father Dom in the effort to obviously check that I was still of this world asked " Are we of an Agreement?"
I thought about this for a few moments. My first though was to walk straight up to Father Dom, grab him by the collar and tell him that we definitely did not have an agreement but then I thought that rather unethical so I stopped and thought again, when suddenly it hit me. How could I not have thought of this sooner? Jesse may be taking me to and from school and between different eating places and malls but he wouldn't be there in between the picking up and dropping off. I could simply tell Jesse that I would meet him at a certain time at a designated place but then I could not turn up and go it alone. Jesse wouldn't be any wiser to my act of skulking, so what he didn't know couldn't harm him. Right?