(A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! It brightens my day when I read a
new review. That's why I so hungrily attack the mailbox when I get online
and it says new mail.Hehe.But one big shoutout to Aestas, my
inspiration!LOL.But also a big shoutout to bunny girl, I really love your
story and I felt so horrible about my review! But I just had to tell you!
Once again love your story. But anyway, plz review and tell me what you
think. And guess what its pretty long! Hehe, genies9 made me do it. See
guilt trips DO work! Well, I have up to chapter 7 now. And there LONG if I
don't say so myself. So it might be awhile before I post them because I
don't type fast! But oh yes I must say, genies9 I read your other stories,
and loved them, especially the end of umm...the last completed one where
Suze and Jesse well, got married. Um yeah, the part about Jesse was gentle
and all that yeah. I freaked. But I loved it. I cracked up SO! hard. But
this is becoming long so I'm gonna go now. Thanks and
review!*cough*rhiannon*cough*)
Chap. 4
Ok, no I do not have a death wish, let's get that straight. But you know I felt so declasse and forlorn. And I mean, I didn't have Jamie's number, so what else could I do?
Of course I didn't tell Paul the REAL reason why I called and asked to talk to him today. Oh no. I simply stated I wanted one of our shifting "lessons" to be today. And of course he agreed.
So I asked Jake to drive me to the park where I agreed to meet Paul at. Hey, if I'm gonna talk to him, it's gonna be in public. Desperate and needy I may be, but I am not stupid.
He told me a bit about the whole shifting process-which was only mildly interesting since I planned never to go near that Shadowland again from a certain Dr.Slaski's warning-telling me some do's and don'ts about shifting. But I had a feeling none of these tips would ever become helpful for me. Since I never intended to shift again.
So I asked about the thing that made me agree to this whole arrangement in the first place.
"Paul, tell me about soul transference."
"Suze, when are you going to learn? I'm not going to tell you about soul transference for a long while. If I do you will have no need to have this lessons, you and I both know that."
Well, yeah, I knew that, but I wasn't going to let on that I did.
"No, really Paul, I just want to know, it sounds so interesting. Why won't you just tell me?!" Ok I was getting angry now.
"Unless you intend to spend more time with me in another way, such as a date, then we will talk about soul transference when I bring the subject about."
Ok, now I was just down right mad. As if I would go on a date willingly with him! But I couldn't stop these lessons because then he might try to do something to Jesse again. And no matter how mad I was at him right now I couldn't bring myself to do that.
But damn my hormones, they wouldn't let me leave the male comfort of Paul just yet.
My 3 stepbrothers just didn't understand. Or rather couldn't or wouldn't understand. I'm sure David would of tried to help-and only made it worse. But Brad would have most likely told me where to shove it. As if I would go to him anyway. And Sleepy would of been, well sleeping considering it was a Sunday.
So as much as the thought of Paul made me recoil in disgust, I needed to be around him too.Gah, sometimes being a teenage girl just sucks. Besides the fact that I'm a mediator and I'm in love with a ghost.
So, as wrong as it might sound, a part of me wanted Paul to wrap his big arms around me and just hold and console me. But the other part of me, the bigger part actually, wanted to get the heck outta there and run to Father Dom and completely rag on him about how unfair the whole thing was.
And then it all clicked. No matter how hott and delectable Paul looked, it was all a facade. And that you couldn't really tell just how evil he really was from his looks. Well, at the moment anyway. And even though I still had to go through with these transgressional lessons from Paul, I needed to know what the deal was with Jesse, NOW. And I did NOT need the comfort of Paul. God knows he would want more than to comfort me.
So, of course, the bigger part of me won. So slowly and cautiously, so as to not let Paul know I couldn't stand another minute with him, I said, "Um...Paul, I've gotta go now. I forgot I told my Mom I would help her uh- ...go grocery shopping. So, see you at school tomorrow, ok?Umm...thanks for the uh..- lesson."
And with all the dignity I could from practically running to the park entrance, I got out of there FAST, ignoring Paul's shouts from behind me, I headed for the Mission Academy.
OK, so with no one to drive me to the Mission I had to walk in the sun, with unbearably hot climates for the growing evening. And in my Wet Seal top and Hollister capris, it didn't feel so great to be let me tell you. Luckily, my shoes were comfy and well worn in-and it wasn't a very long walk from the park to the Mission.
But while I walked, I had time to think. And, as it turned out, that can be a fately violently ending thing for me to do. Because, as I thought- about Jesse and his sudden recoil and disdain for being near me-I got very angry. And also very hurt. Those are two emotions proved not mixed well for Susannah Simon.
So, I was either going to end up bawling to Father Dom., again, or I was going to get very angry. I opted for the latter. I am not a very domestic person when angry and hurt are mixed. As I proved to Maria De Silva when she exorcised Jesse.
But finally I finished my unruly hot trek to the Mission Academy. And then went straight to Father Dominic's office.
Chap. 4
Ok, no I do not have a death wish, let's get that straight. But you know I felt so declasse and forlorn. And I mean, I didn't have Jamie's number, so what else could I do?
Of course I didn't tell Paul the REAL reason why I called and asked to talk to him today. Oh no. I simply stated I wanted one of our shifting "lessons" to be today. And of course he agreed.
So I asked Jake to drive me to the park where I agreed to meet Paul at. Hey, if I'm gonna talk to him, it's gonna be in public. Desperate and needy I may be, but I am not stupid.
He told me a bit about the whole shifting process-which was only mildly interesting since I planned never to go near that Shadowland again from a certain Dr.Slaski's warning-telling me some do's and don'ts about shifting. But I had a feeling none of these tips would ever become helpful for me. Since I never intended to shift again.
So I asked about the thing that made me agree to this whole arrangement in the first place.
"Paul, tell me about soul transference."
"Suze, when are you going to learn? I'm not going to tell you about soul transference for a long while. If I do you will have no need to have this lessons, you and I both know that."
Well, yeah, I knew that, but I wasn't going to let on that I did.
"No, really Paul, I just want to know, it sounds so interesting. Why won't you just tell me?!" Ok I was getting angry now.
"Unless you intend to spend more time with me in another way, such as a date, then we will talk about soul transference when I bring the subject about."
Ok, now I was just down right mad. As if I would go on a date willingly with him! But I couldn't stop these lessons because then he might try to do something to Jesse again. And no matter how mad I was at him right now I couldn't bring myself to do that.
But damn my hormones, they wouldn't let me leave the male comfort of Paul just yet.
My 3 stepbrothers just didn't understand. Or rather couldn't or wouldn't understand. I'm sure David would of tried to help-and only made it worse. But Brad would have most likely told me where to shove it. As if I would go to him anyway. And Sleepy would of been, well sleeping considering it was a Sunday.
So as much as the thought of Paul made me recoil in disgust, I needed to be around him too.Gah, sometimes being a teenage girl just sucks. Besides the fact that I'm a mediator and I'm in love with a ghost.
So, as wrong as it might sound, a part of me wanted Paul to wrap his big arms around me and just hold and console me. But the other part of me, the bigger part actually, wanted to get the heck outta there and run to Father Dom and completely rag on him about how unfair the whole thing was.
And then it all clicked. No matter how hott and delectable Paul looked, it was all a facade. And that you couldn't really tell just how evil he really was from his looks. Well, at the moment anyway. And even though I still had to go through with these transgressional lessons from Paul, I needed to know what the deal was with Jesse, NOW. And I did NOT need the comfort of Paul. God knows he would want more than to comfort me.
So, of course, the bigger part of me won. So slowly and cautiously, so as to not let Paul know I couldn't stand another minute with him, I said, "Um...Paul, I've gotta go now. I forgot I told my Mom I would help her uh- ...go grocery shopping. So, see you at school tomorrow, ok?Umm...thanks for the uh..- lesson."
And with all the dignity I could from practically running to the park entrance, I got out of there FAST, ignoring Paul's shouts from behind me, I headed for the Mission Academy.
OK, so with no one to drive me to the Mission I had to walk in the sun, with unbearably hot climates for the growing evening. And in my Wet Seal top and Hollister capris, it didn't feel so great to be let me tell you. Luckily, my shoes were comfy and well worn in-and it wasn't a very long walk from the park to the Mission.
But while I walked, I had time to think. And, as it turned out, that can be a fately violently ending thing for me to do. Because, as I thought- about Jesse and his sudden recoil and disdain for being near me-I got very angry. And also very hurt. Those are two emotions proved not mixed well for Susannah Simon.
So, I was either going to end up bawling to Father Dom., again, or I was going to get very angry. I opted for the latter. I am not a very domestic person when angry and hurt are mixed. As I proved to Maria De Silva when she exorcised Jesse.
But finally I finished my unruly hot trek to the Mission Academy. And then went straight to Father Dominic's office.