~*Ok, my reviewers: Emily (thanks!) Rain (um, does that mean you like the
chp or not?!? If you cant read it at all, send me your email and ill email
it to you, k?) hannirose (yea, she's a real flirt..i think that happened
cause I am!!!!!!! And im so happy ur revewing me again, u haven't reviewed
in a loooooong time!)
Enjoy!*~
I unwrapped myself from Bryce, waved and walked into the Mission with Gina.
"Ok, what was that about?" G demanded.
"What?" I asked with mock-innocence. Now that I look back at what I'd just done, it doesn't seem like me at all.
"Simon. Listen to yourself. First you flirt your ass off with the world's hottest Latino guy, and tell me he's totally out-of-bounds. That you're practically going out."
"Well, we are," I said defensively, "practically."
"Well," G said, putting on a voice was supposed to sound like mine but failing miserably, "then you're cheating on what's-his-face. Jesse."
I rolled my eyes, "Puh-lease, G, don't give me that crap. Let's cut the shit and get to the chase, alright? A, when I liked Bryce, when I first got here, I'd JUST MET Jesse, and we were arguing despite the fact I thought he was hot. He was a ghost. You just don't fall for ghosts. They are out-of- bounds. Nothing but heartache, virtually guaranteed. They'll move on, you'll miss them; you'll get all depressed. I mean, look at Father D."
"What about Father Dominic?"
"He turned into a bloody priest, Gina!"
"He fell for a ghost? Ew, I don't even want to think of that."
"Don't. Anyway, B, Bryce liked me. He was cute. Wanted by girls. Wanted by me. What's a girl to do? Until I had to deal with his mother fucking ex, that is."
"Jealous bitch?"
"I'll say. Let's just put it this way - she wanted her life back. Vice class president, etc."
"What? Hold on, she was a ghost?"
"Yeah. I kicked her ghost butt."
"How'd she die? Presuming she's as young as he is," G said, looking freaked.
"Oh, she shot her own brains out, cause he wouldn't go out with her again. Spell, get over yourself."
"Um, Suze, can I say something? And don't take it the wrong way."
"What?"
"Are you drunk or summat? I mean, you've said: crap, shit, depressed, mother fucking ex, ghost butt and - this is what worries me most - "spell get over yourself" all in the space of three minutes."
I shrugged, "I'm not drunk..anyway, let's just get to Father D's office, shall we? I don't want to keep Bryce waiting."
"I still don't like what you're doing!"
"You do it all the time, G."
"That's me. This isn't you."
"Oh stop being a poop."
"Now I'm REALLY worried!"
I smiled.
Enjoy!*~
I unwrapped myself from Bryce, waved and walked into the Mission with Gina.
"Ok, what was that about?" G demanded.
"What?" I asked with mock-innocence. Now that I look back at what I'd just done, it doesn't seem like me at all.
"Simon. Listen to yourself. First you flirt your ass off with the world's hottest Latino guy, and tell me he's totally out-of-bounds. That you're practically going out."
"Well, we are," I said defensively, "practically."
"Well," G said, putting on a voice was supposed to sound like mine but failing miserably, "then you're cheating on what's-his-face. Jesse."
I rolled my eyes, "Puh-lease, G, don't give me that crap. Let's cut the shit and get to the chase, alright? A, when I liked Bryce, when I first got here, I'd JUST MET Jesse, and we were arguing despite the fact I thought he was hot. He was a ghost. You just don't fall for ghosts. They are out-of- bounds. Nothing but heartache, virtually guaranteed. They'll move on, you'll miss them; you'll get all depressed. I mean, look at Father D."
"What about Father Dominic?"
"He turned into a bloody priest, Gina!"
"He fell for a ghost? Ew, I don't even want to think of that."
"Don't. Anyway, B, Bryce liked me. He was cute. Wanted by girls. Wanted by me. What's a girl to do? Until I had to deal with his mother fucking ex, that is."
"Jealous bitch?"
"I'll say. Let's just put it this way - she wanted her life back. Vice class president, etc."
"What? Hold on, she was a ghost?"
"Yeah. I kicked her ghost butt."
"How'd she die? Presuming she's as young as he is," G said, looking freaked.
"Oh, she shot her own brains out, cause he wouldn't go out with her again. Spell, get over yourself."
"Um, Suze, can I say something? And don't take it the wrong way."
"What?"
"Are you drunk or summat? I mean, you've said: crap, shit, depressed, mother fucking ex, ghost butt and - this is what worries me most - "spell get over yourself" all in the space of three minutes."
I shrugged, "I'm not drunk..anyway, let's just get to Father D's office, shall we? I don't want to keep Bryce waiting."
"I still don't like what you're doing!"
"You do it all the time, G."
"That's me. This isn't you."
"Oh stop being a poop."
"Now I'm REALLY worried!"
I smiled.