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Song and title credit goes to Chris Brown.

012.

Wait till you pass out.

"Susannah?" I was being shaken, gently. A groan slipped out of my mouth as my eyes began to adjust to the light. "Susannah?" It was Jesse; of that I was sure.

"Jesse?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's me," his voice was distinctly there and it comforted me. "You okay, querida?" It was probably my mind not functioning properly at the time, but I never registered the nickname that he had given to me.

"Yeah," I muttered faintly. "What happened?"

"Well, Kelly spiked the volleyball at you." He ran his thumb gently over my hand. "Obviously that wouldn't have been enough to knock you unconscious – someone, we're not sure who, pushed you over whilst you were getting over the shock of being whacked in the head."

"But... who'd do that?" I asked, confused. "Does someone hate me that much?" Automatically, I thought of Taylor or Andre: but guys don't hit girls, right?

"I don't know," Jesse said, exasperated. "I wish I knew – I mean, for all we know, they could have just done it on accident."

"Mmh." I was thinking about who it could be, but eventually decided that it was probably an accident and the person just didn't want to own up. Who would want to own up, especially when I had an overprotective Jesse as a boyfriend? "Someone will have just done it as an accident."

"I hope so." Jesse smiled weakly at me. "I know that it was a bang to the head but I felt so... helpless."

I caressed his cheek. "You know it wasn't your fault, right."

"Yeah, but..."

"No buts, Jesse," I said, seriously. "It doesn't matter. I'm okay, you're okay; that's all that matters."

Jesse sighed, but nodded his head. "You want anything?"

I shook my head. "Come lie with me."

Jesse's lips slipped into a grin. "You need to rest."

"I am resting," I said with a pout. "Please?"

Jesse shook his head, so I carried on with my relentless pleading until he agreed. "But only because you won't shut up," he said, pressing me against his chest. "I hope the nurse doesn't come in."

"She won't," I snuggled into Jesse, feeling my eyes close. "Sleep for a while."

*****

I awoke an hour later to an empty bed. Grabbing my phone, I texted Adam. hey adam, what lesson are you in? X

His reply was instantaneous. suze, you're awake! you okay? & im actually skipping :/ X

yeah, im fine. come get me, k (: X

Five minutes later, I heard a voice shouting out my name. "Hey you," Adam wrapped me in a big hug, "how's the head?"

"The head's fine... the girl's suffocating."

"Man up, Suze." Punching him on the arm, Adam proceeded to tell me he was joking. "Jeez, I can tell you're okay."

Smiling sweetly at him, I wrapped him in a hug. "And don't you love it." As we walked through the halls and out into the yard – we were going to Starbucks, naturally – I asked Adam where my boyfriend was.

"I'm not sure; he texted me before telling me that you were still asleep. Not heard from him since then."

Frowning, I wondered where he was. Then I mentally slapped myself – no need to get all obsess-o over him. "I realised a few minutes ago that we had made promises to get lunch together, just the two of us. I know lunch was over a while ago, but you're skipping anyways."

"Is that your informal way of asking me if we're still on?"

"Yeah," I linked arms with him, "it is." We walked to the nearby cafe, ordering chicken paninis and glasses of milk.

"So, you sure you're feeling okay?" Adam asked, slurping his milk. "I don't want Jesse going all cave-man on me."

"I'm fine, Adam. Anyways, what have you been up to?" Way to change the subject, Suze.

"Er... not a lot; just, you know, this and that." Oh, he was so hiding something from me.

"This and that?" I repeated, eyebrows arched.

"Yeah," Adam said, scoffing down his Panini. "Just, you know, football and stuff." I noticed that whenever Adam lied, the words you know featured in his dialect.

"Adam, I know that you like football," I looked at him, blankly, "but, even you know that you don't spend that much time playing football."

Adam was quiet for a few minutes, and instantly I felt guilty – yeah, even if Adam was hiding something, I'm sure he'd eventually tell me...

"Adam." His head whipped up to look at me. "You don't have to tell me... it's fine."

He nodded, looking very serious and solemn. "Thanks Suze."

"It's cool." And just like that, the tension was lifted. "So, did you hear about..."

*****

I was walking through the park later that day; a trip to the park is something I love to do – it reminds me of my dad.

My phone chimed, bringing me out of my dad-related thoughts. "Hello?"

"Suzie!" It was Parker.

"Parker, hey!" It had been a while since we had spoken. Parker was definitely one friend that I didn't want to lose.

"I heard about your nasty tumble, you okay?"

"Yeah, Parker, I'm fine, thanks," I said, sitting on a nearby bench, "I'm sure it was a simple accident."

"Hmm... so, you heard the latest on Andre?" Parker asked me.

"No, what is it?"

"He's dating," he left a pause for dramatic effect, "Miss. Kelly Prescott."

"Ew, no way! Why?"

"No idea; he is into the materialistic girl."

"Gross. So what are you up to?"

"My mom wants us to have a family meal. We're just waiting on my dad to get home from work; I thought I'd give my best girl a ring."

"Aw." I smiled, even though he couldn't see me. "And you're my favourite guy – excluding Adam and Jesse."

"Eh, at least I'm in your best boys list."

Something had been bothering me for a while about Jesse; I decided to chance asking Parker.

"Park?"

"Yeah, Suze?"

"I have something to ask you – but don't feel that you have to answer. It'd be nice if you did, though."

"I'm not gay!" Parker whispered ferociously. "That's a stupid rumour that Taylor made up 'cos I told everyone he had herpes."

"Er, good to know – that isn't what I wanted to ask though," I said, bracing myself for what I was about to ask. I didn't want to sound as if I was snooping behind Jesse's back. "How did Jesse get his car? I mean, I know Jesse isn't poor or anything, but how can he afford his car? It looks super expensive."

"It is super expensive." Parker was quiet for a while, before answering: "I don't know if Jesse wants you to know this – if he does find out you know, try not to include my name into the equation, hun."

"Promise," I swore.

"Jesse and his mom... they're not that well off, as you know. Mrs de Silva always tries her best to give Jesse what he wants – but sometimes, the boy wants something crazily expensive. One thing that you should know about Jesse: when he wants something, he won't stop until he's got it; take you, for example. Anyways, he wanted that Audi for ages. He knew his mom couldn't afford it – and neither could he, with no job."

"What stupid thing did he do to get it?"

"He... well, Taylor and Andre, they're cousins, yeah?" Okay, I hadn't known that. "Taylor's dad owns a car lot – a car lot packed with Audis and BMWs and Mercedes. They pulled a few strings, got Jesse his car for like $1000." Wow.

"What was the catch?" I asked; there had to be one.

"Even though we're best mates and all that jazz, and even though they got him the deal 'cos we're best mates, they sometimes ask Jesse to do dumbass things – Jesse being Jesse, he doesn't back down from a dare."

"What kind of dumbass things?"

"Put it this way: in all the time he's had his car, Jesse's been arrested, done drugs, got shitfaced wasted... and that's putting it mildly."

What kind of boy was I dating?