Window To Another World

Chapter 2-He's, She's, and It's

"This is Clay De Silva, he just moved here from outside of Hollywood."

Mr. Burnes smiled down at us and said "Clay, go find a spot to sit, anywhere is fine."

Clay looked around the room, saw the empty seat behind me, and smiled. 'Perfect,' I thought to myself, 'I can switch out Spawn-of-Satan for the hot new guy.'

As Clay rolled his wheel chair towards me, I got my first good look at him. He was even better looking up close, I mean, seriously, this guy was gorgeous. As he transferred from his wheelchair to his desk, I noticed how well built he was.

He must lift a lot of weights, he had the abs to prove it, I could see even though his shirt. But what really caught my attention was that it wasn't just his upper body, his calves looked like they were in as good shape as his arms. I would've thought he could outrun me, except he was in a wheelchair.

"Hi" I said "I'm Suze Simon."

He smiled and replied "You already know who I am, everyone knows the new kid."

I laughed. "I was new last year, and I still got elected Vice President. I think you'll fit in here, seeing the way Debbie's looking at you."

He laughed in reference to Debbie's staring. She had it bad for him.

"Even with the wheelchair thing, I get that a lot."

"So do I." His smile grew even wider.

We stayed like that for a second, just grinning like happy morons until a disgruntled voice interrupted us. "Wow Suze, the least you could've done was save me a seat."

Opps, I forgot about Paul. I turned to face him, put on my 'innocent' face, and realized the entire class was staring at us. Paul had apparently been introduced as well after Clay, to which we were both oblivious. Oh, to ignorant of Paul Slater, what a (fleeting) pleasure...

"Why would I save you a seat when I don't want to sit with you?" I glowered at him. "But look, there's an empty seat by Kelly."

He scowled at me and walked over to sit by Kelly. Funny, I could've sworn there was a girl sitting in that seat a minute ago. Typical of Kelly, putting guys before everyone else.

I turned back around to talk to Clay, but then I heard Mr. Burnes say, "Miss Simon, I thought I instructed everyone to listen to me and bloke out any distractions."

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"It better not." And with that, he began his long and over-enthusiastic explanation of the syllabus and other class policies that of course no one was going to remember.

I looked sideways at Jess, who was motioning for me to pass her a note. Obviously she wanted to know what Paul,and Clay, had to say.

Jess is my one of my best friends, her, Cee Cee, and I are like sisters. But Cee Cee doesn't know about the ghost stuff, Jess knows every little detail. I know I should tell Cee Cee, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Cee Cee only believes in facts, and I'm afraid if I tell her, she won't believe me and it will mess up our friendship. I know it's stupid, but still.

I never had a problem telling Jess, she's like Gina, whatever I say can't be crazy or unbelievable in her mind. So Jess knows pretty much everything about me, but she won't tell me or CeeCee who the guy she's been crushing on all summer is. Go figure.

I took out a spare piece of paper and wrote 'Hey Jess, is he here today?' I folded the piece of paper and passed it to her.

She read it and replied 'Yeah, He told me I looked good today :P'.

I smiled, no surprise there, Jess always looked good, she was one of the prettiest girls I knew. With her dark curly hair, beautifully tan skin, and big brown eyes, she always got a lot of guy attention. Not that I don't, some people think I'm pretty good looking myself (until they are scared off by my amazing personality). Personally, I didn't know what all the fuss was about. But I guess you always think other people are prettier than you anyways.

I hesitated, and then wrote back 'Is he coming to the party?'.

The party, I am proud to say, was not my idea, it was Brad's. I wasn't going to go, but it seemed like the best way to make sure things didn't get out of hand was to actually attend. Plus, who knows, it could be fun (although most likely completely disastrous). I passed the paper back to Jess.

'Yes! Did you invite Clay?'

'Not yet, but I so going to.'

'Clay is sooooo hot! So is Paul, you didn't tell me he was that sexy!'

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh You did not just call Paul sexy! Psychopaths are not sexy!'

'Psychopath? Come on, I still don't get why you hate him so much.'

'Are you kidding me? He left me and Craig stranded in HELL.'

'I know but he was just trying to help, he didn't relize his brother would try to get rid of Craig like that.'

'What about his laughing, huh?'

He was just trying to show you your true potintal. I think you should give him a second chance.

'What are you, his minion? You sound crazy trusting him, as crazy as Craig, who is still following his brother around, by the way. I should've left him in shadowland.'

The rest of the morning and most of lunch went by well. Clay was in some of my classes, and he sat at my table for lunch. (take that Debbie!) I had just finished convincing CeeCee there was nothing going on between me and Paul when the trouble started.

"Miss Simon" Sister Ernestine said "Father Dominic wants to see you in his office, so-JESSICA DIAGO, WHAT IS THAT?"

I looked horrorstruck at Jess. She'd gotten up from the lunch table, and as she did, the back o f her shirt rode up reveling a silver heart tattoo. It was the same tattoo I had on my lower back, even Cee Cee had one. We'd gotten them together this summer.

I'd taken this into consideration when I picked my outfit, and worn a longer shirt that covered it up. Jess probably forgot about it, or just didn't give a shit.

"To the office, both of you, NOW!"

I didn't have a bad feeling about going to the office. I thought I could get me and Jess out of trouble, considering this was Father D. and all. Jess and I couldn't talk on the way there, with Sister Ernestine following us there. But I could tell she wasn't worried, she knew how Father D. was.

I was in the middle of making a mental list of why I would be called to the office, when I glanced though Father D.'s window and saw that he was in deep conversation with, who else, Paul Slater.

I nudged Jess and motioned towards the window, she glanced up and her eyes widened.

Then we rounded the corner and stepped into the office.

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