Okay people, sorry again for the extremely long wait, but as I said in A Teenage Crush, it couldn't be helped, so if you do forgive me, please push that purple button and tell me what you think, even if it is only to tel me off! Anywho, this chapter is just kind of a filling in one, just to catch up on everything and help lead up for what I have in store for you, Jesse and Suze! So enjoy...and review!
Laura x
"Okay, calm down Father Dominic! I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Jeez Matt! Alright alright, I'm on my way, stay where your are,"
The sound of phones snapping shut echoed around the semi-full Coffee Clutch parking lot, as Jesse and I both hung up on our separate calls. I sighed as I turned round to face Jesse again.
It was half way through May by now and the sun hung lazily in the air as we both leant against the hood of "Jesse's" car – he was back to the red BMW and was still hell bent on not telling me how he was getting them and what the letter thing was all about - basking in it's late Spring heat.
I sighed. Jesse had been in Carmel for over two weeks now and unfortunately – depending on what way you're looking at it – we had only kissed on two different occasions; Central and the parking lot of the Supermarket.
I know! What the hell? I mean, it wasn't as if Jesse and I didn't see each other often….because we did. Too often probably. Father Dominic insisted on me showing Jesse around just a little more until he "got used to his bearings". Yeah right. I knew what the old man was up to, he wanted me to try and convince Jesse that being a Mediator wasn't all that bad and he should give it another go.
Jesse obviously knew too because, to be honest, he wasn't too keen on the idea and personally I don't know why, I knew I wasn't all that impressed with the guy to begin with…but hey he was a darn good kisser even if he was a cocky shit and I wouldn't exactly count myself as ugly, I mean, I think I come in fairly well where looks were concerned, so I didn't see the problem in hanging about with him a little more. I mean, I would have been happy if our relationship was based on kissing because at the moment – despite my pact with Cee - I didn't want much of a commitment anyway. Kind of.
Which I knew for a fact Jesse didn't want either. And yet the guy hadn't laid a finger on me since the Supermarket incident. Yes, I was peeved, which in turn was why I was kind of hostile towards him.
And to add to all my pathetic teenage worries I had another ghost to deal with. Great.
Jesse rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand as he stood up and paced in front of his car. I got up too. Another Wednesday evening wasted on idle chitchat and awkward silences…there were many ways of getting ride of them though but somehow I doubt that it would have gone down well with a certain someone – well now at least.
"Look, I have to go check something out," He said finally, looking down at me with those brown eyes of his. "Will you be okay?"
"Yeah, fine," I said taking it that he didn't want me to go with him. That was fine with me, not like I would have wanted to go with him anyway. Much. Still I couldn't help but ask what he was up to. I needn't have bothered however.
"What was it Father Dominic said to you when you asked him where I was living at the moment?" Jesse asked, his scarred eyebrow rose in a bemused kind of way.
Completely mortified that he even knew I'd asked Father Dom such a question never mind actually having the gall to say to me about it – I shouldn't have been surprised though, it was Jesse after all – I went absolutely beetroot red, whilst managing to stammer the lame and even more embarrassing response.
"That it was none of my business,"
"Which tells you?" He said grinning at me before climbing into the car.
"That this is none of my business," I mumbled grumpily. Did I mention I hate Jesse de Silva? With his biceps which were only slightly visible under his slim fitting tee and those khaki shorts that complemented every aspect of that rear end of his? Did I mention that? No? Well, I hate Jesse de Silva.
"You're learning fast, Miss Susannah," Jesse chuckled as the car sprung to life. I walked over to the driver side with my arms folded across my chest. Jesse's gaze followed me the whole time.
"You're driving me insane, you know that?" I said leaning down on the door so our faces were closer than they had been for over a week. I have to admit, I think Jesse's grin kind of faltered then, just a little but enough for me – seeing as I was so close –to notice. He covered it quickly however.
"My plan from the very beginning," He replied, staring at me with an intensity I wasn't used to…at all. A second later though his hand was coming up, and no not to go around my neck so he could pull me in for an ever so passionate kiss but instead to be placed on my forehead enabling him to push me slowly from my resting position on his car, so he could drive away leaving me standing lonely and dazed in the Coffee Clutch parking lot dreaming stupidly about those kissable, manly lips which I had been so close to seconds before.
Twenty minutes later though, after about five mintues of wishful day-dreaming, I found myself standing outside the nicest house I had seen before in my life. No joke. I've been in Carmel, for what two years now, and I had never laid eyes on this mansion, being the better word for it, until now.
I stood on the hot gravel in front of the rot iron gate outside it for ages, peering through the bars stupidly at its towering beauty. Neatly cut hedges lined the grounds perimeter, whilst many different flowers twisted and turned throughout the large front garden and along the lengthy tarmac drive that led up to the yellow building.
I looked over my shoulder and along the road just to make sure I hadn't got the wrong house; I hadn't. The only other house -within walking distance - was number 11…not number 10 – which I was intended to go - and sure enough when I got closer to the gate I saw the house number carved expertly on the grey stoned pillars. However, what I also noticed puzzled me somewhat.
I mean this was one hell of a house and I'm sure whoever owned it wasn't exactly lacking the money, so why on earth would such a wealthy person leave their gate open? Even if it was just slightly ajar? Beats me. So anyway, not letting it bother me for too long I took my chance and walked on in.
I reached the large front door and rang the door bell. As I waited I looked around me taking everything in. There was a small pond in the centre of the garden with a few statues spewing water into it around its edge.
I noticed before whilst walking up the drive that to the right of the house there was a small gate which obviously led to the back of the house and as I neared it my eyes were met with a sparkling turquoise light that the sun had caused as its afternoon rays hit of the top of an outdoor pool. I had shaken my head. How the other half lived.
I should have guessed that with the gate being open and my weird conversation on the phone with Father Dominic that all was not right and I was in store for more surprises than I had bargained for.
Because when I heard the door open behind me and had turned round assuming to be greeted by a forlorn looking butler in a black tux I wasn't at all prepared for who I was actually coming face to face with.
With my jaw slack and eyes bulging I was even more surprised that I could splutter a single word to the all too familiar tall, lean frame and dark handsome face.
"Jesse?"
