So this is my first post as a 17 year old :)
PS. Reviewers, where are you guys? :S

Thanks to:

priyanka chopra – Anber, these names are lmao. Oh yeah, Akshay Kumar – what a 'hotty'. Don't you mean Kei-Kei ;) Suze doesn't know Paul before this, so naah. Hahaha, you make me laugh. Love yaaa.

jediahsokaroxx – haha, you shall find out (:

CupcakeSweetheart – Yeah, something about Andre and Taylor isn't legit. Paul isn't a nasssty like he usually is. Hope you're having a nice time in South Africa! (Or are you back now?)

Disclaimer - Most of the characters were the sole idea of Meg Cabot. I am merely using them for an entertainment purpose. This is also the same for recognisable brands etc. However, anything else that you don't recognise - the story plotline, for example - will probably be mine.

Song and title credit goes to Demi Lovato.

014.

How did you get here under my skin?

My boyfriend was definitely the hottest guy I had ever laid eyes on – but Paul was a serious contender. He had brown curls – I loved curly hair – and deep mahogany eyes.

"Hi," he said, smiling at me. Ooh, he had dimples!

"Hey," I said, smiling back. Hello, hot boyfriend to your right; why are you admiring a different guy? Feeling beyond guilty, I smiled at Jesse. "Could you drop me off home, please? It's getting kind of late."

"I'm sorry, Susannah," Jesse said, shrugging his jacket back on. "I didn't expect to take that long."

"It's fine, don't worry."

"I just need to go to my room for one minute." With that, Jesse left Paul and I alone.

"So, er, where are you from?" I asked Paul, trying not to stare at him for too hard.

"I'm from Florida." He smiled at me, teeth dazzling. "You're from here, obviously."

"Yeah. I've lived here all my life. So, are you here or for vacation or..."

"I just graduated; I went to a private school which is why I graduated a little early. I'm just taking a gap year and stuff. Thought I'd meet up with my main boy, Jesse."

"Oh, so you've known each for a while then?" It was strange that Jesse had never mentioned him. I had always just thought that Jesse's friends consisted of Parker, Guy, Taylor, Andre and other various guys.

"Yeah, we've known each other for a couple of years; our moms know one another," he said, flashing another white smile at me.

"You ready, Susannah?" Jesse asked, walking to us from his bedroom.

"Yeah," I replied. To Paul, "It was nice meeting you; take care."

"You too," he responded, sending me one more smile. "See you, Susannah."

Jesse and I walked out of the house, ready to get into Jesse's Audi. "Not so fast," I said, hugging him around the waist and breathing in his scent that was woody, musky and Axe-y. "We didn't get to spend any time alone, huh?"

"I'm sorry, querida," he replied, kissing the crown of my head gently. "I really am."

"It's okay, it's not your fault – wait, what does that word mean? Querida?" I was desperate to know.

"It means beloved or sweetheart."

"Really?" I hadn't been expecting that; to be honest, I wasn't sure what I was expecting.

Jesse nodded. "I really do love you."

"I love you." I leant up to kiss him. His lips were rough yet soft. I longed for more; pressing my mouth against him, I teased his lips with the tip of my tongue. A wolf-whistle interrupted our intimate moment. Reluctantly, I pulled away but kept a firm grip of my boyfriend.

"Do you lovers mind," Paul teased. "I'm trying to eat."

"Whatever," Jesse replied, capturing my lips with his own and taking us back to where we started off.

*****

"Brad, could you please lay the table?" my mom asked, serving the chicken roast onto the silver tray. "Jesse will be here any moment and the dining room looks like a bombsite."

"Sure," Brad said, putting down his PSP and disappearing into the dining room.

Ding-dong. The bell rang, indicating that Jesse was here. "I'll get it."

I opened the door, revealing a handsome guy dressed in a black shirt and black slacks. "Hi," I said, nearly melting over how delicious Jesse looked.

"Hi beautiful," Jesse took my hand and kissed it. I shook my head at the cheesiness of it but inside I was bursting with happiness – having a romantic boyfriend was every girl's dream; and here I was, living the dream.

"You look gorgeous," I blurted out, mentally slapping myself – who uses the word gorgeous to describe a male?!

Jesse's lips turned up slightly. "Thank you; though I think that should be my line. You look beautiful." I was only dressed in a simple cotton sundress but Jesse made me feel like I was in some Armani cocktail dress, ready to walk down the infamous red carpet.

We entered the dining room and took our seats; I was sat next to Jesse at the end. Throughout the full duration of our meal, Jesse kept slyly finding ways to touch me: a brush of our hands, a clash of our legs, a hand on my thigh. And that hand was slowly making little circles into my dress; I was finding it harder and harder to concentrate.

"What do you think, Suze?" Brad asked me, looking at me weirdly. "It's not like you to be so quiet when we're discussing Zac Efron."

"Why are you discussing Zac Efron?" I asked, puzzled. My family were totally weird.

"Have you not been listening at all?" Jake asked suspiciously – these overprotective brothers needed to calm down on the whole Spanish Inquisition.

"I had... other things to think about." I put my hand over Jesse's who, being stronger and all, managed to pin my hand under his and still draw those damn circles. "Like, er, school and stuff. But I so agree that Zac Efron is hot." A glance to my right. "Sorry."

Jesse smiled shrewdly at me. "No problem." The circle-drawing intensified.

Oh vey.

*****

We were running through a beautiful spring meadow; his arm wrapped around me securely. The scene was truly romantic: perfect for the two of us.

"I love you," I said to my boyfriend, squeezing his hard bicep.

"I love you." His face came into view before blurring as his lips drew closer to mine.

Inevitably, our lips met and he kissed me in the most breathtaking way.

I awoke with a gasp. Why was I dreaming about kissing Paul Slater?

This. Was. Not. Good.