Suze's POV
Jesse was holding me. His face was in my hair. He called me Querida. At this point I wasn't completely sure what I was crying about. We sat like that for about five minutes before I could stop crying. I leaned back and looked up at him. Sniffling, I pushed my hair out of my eyes,
"Jesse..." I said, he smiled sadly at me and kissed me. One of those kisses that you feel all the way down to your toes. And then the bell rang. Of course. I was ready to just ignore it and go on kissing him but Jesse broke away and took a deep breath. He looked like he was going to say something but then he thought better of it and sighed.
"Go to class Querida." he said. I blinked and he disappeared.
What the hell was that?
I got through the rest of school in a daze. Cee Cee kept asking me if I was taking any drugs, I told her I was just tired, I was up late last night.
"Suze?" she said seriously, pushing her white hair behind her ears, "are you in a gang or something? You can tell me, really, I'm just worried about you." oh god. Not her too.
"No!" I hissed, "I'm not in gang! I was up late last night because of....stuff" I said giving her a look.
"Oh....ghost stuff?" she whispered.
"Yes Cee Cee ghost stuff." in a way it was kind of a relief to be able to have one of my friends know the truth, up until this point I would always have to come up with the first lie I could think of off the top of my head. Well, except with Jesse. But he was already dead. And I'm just not going to think about him right now. I will think about what Adam is saying about the test. I will think about English Class and Romeo and Juliet and tragic love stories and...shit.
When I got home I ran upstairs, I didn't want to have to deal with the typical "How was your day?" from Andy or my mom. I couldn't exactly tell them. I dumped my bag on my bed and looked around. Jesse was no where to be found. Somehow I wasn't surprised. I shook my head and started doing my homework on my bed. About a half and hour later I heard the doorbell ring and my mom let someone in, I didn't pay much attention until Paul walked into my room.
"Paul! Um...what're you doing here?" I asked quickly jumping off my bed. No way was I giving the guy any ideas. He looked around,
"Nice room. You never really struck me as a pink type of girl." he said.
"Yah well, I didn't have much choice in the matter. What do want?" I asked.
"Ouch Suze. I'm just here to bring you your English homework, and your bag, you left it at the library last night." he said, handing them to me.
"Oh. Well. Thanks."
"No problem, see you around." he turned and walked out the door.
"Yah...see you." I said to his back. This was weird. He wasn't threatening me, he wasn't trying to hit on me, he was acting like he didn't really know me.
If there's a God. Thank you very very much.
Now could you please do something about Jesse?
"Why was he here?" I heard from behind me. I jumped and turned around.
"Jesse! You scared me! How long have you been sitting there?"
"A couple of minutes. Why was Slater here?" he didn't look happy.
"He was just dropping some stuff off." I said vaguely, I grabbed the homework he'd given me and dumped in on my bed.
"You were at the library with him last night weren't you?" he said, his voice had gotten quiet...too quiet. I couldn't think of a lie in time.
"Yes." He looked at me. His eyes were burning.
"Why Susannah? He tried to kill you." I had to strain to hear him now.
"Because....because....because I made a deal with him." I sighed. There, it was out.
"A deal." he said, "What deal?" I sighed.
"I told him that I'd let him teach me about this shifting stuff, if he stayed away from you. No more fights. And definitely no more exorcisms." I said. He looked at me with an expression somewhere between relief and fury.
"So...so your not...your not...going out as you put it?" He asked hesitantly. I almost laughed. Almost.
"No." I said. He exhaled in a long shaky breath and ran his hand through his hair. Then it seemed that the reality of what I was doing set in.
"Wait. Your doing this to protect me?!?" He yelled
"Well, yah Jesse that's the general idea." and maybe it has the teensy weensy perk of making Jesse jealous. Um. I mean. Anyway, I wasn't gonna tell him that part. He walked over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders.
"Susannah I will not allow you to do this just for my sake." He said.
"Jesse you cant' 'not allow' me to do anything. If he exorcized you I wouldn't be able to live with myself okay? It just wouldn't be worth it!" realizing what I had said I tried to back up, "and um...Spike would really miss you." He looked at me. A slow smile started to spread across his face.
"Querida," he said gently, "You don't have to protect me." he called me querida he called me querida he called me querida he called me querida. Anyway, I shook my head.
"No Jesse. I'm doing this." I said stubbornly. He looked at me for a second before saying,
"Fine. But I'm coming with you."
"No Jesse. He might change his mind and exorcize you on the spot. He showed me, he has this last minute exorcism thing." But he wouldn't budge.
"No. I don't care Querida. I'm coming with you."
"What? You think I can't handle Paul by myself?" I asked, indignant.
"No, I believe you are perfectly capable of...." he paused for a second and smiled "'kicking Paul's butt' so to speak. But I don't want to take the chance." I could see I wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon. I sighed.
"Fine." Then Jesse suddenly seemed to realize that we were alone. He moved as if he was going to touch my hair, but then he dropped his hand and mumbled some stuff in Spanish before disappearing. Ugh. Men.
Jesse was holding me. His face was in my hair. He called me Querida. At this point I wasn't completely sure what I was crying about. We sat like that for about five minutes before I could stop crying. I leaned back and looked up at him. Sniffling, I pushed my hair out of my eyes,
"Jesse..." I said, he smiled sadly at me and kissed me. One of those kisses that you feel all the way down to your toes. And then the bell rang. Of course. I was ready to just ignore it and go on kissing him but Jesse broke away and took a deep breath. He looked like he was going to say something but then he thought better of it and sighed.
"Go to class Querida." he said. I blinked and he disappeared.
What the hell was that?
I got through the rest of school in a daze. Cee Cee kept asking me if I was taking any drugs, I told her I was just tired, I was up late last night.
"Suze?" she said seriously, pushing her white hair behind her ears, "are you in a gang or something? You can tell me, really, I'm just worried about you." oh god. Not her too.
"No!" I hissed, "I'm not in gang! I was up late last night because of....stuff" I said giving her a look.
"Oh....ghost stuff?" she whispered.
"Yes Cee Cee ghost stuff." in a way it was kind of a relief to be able to have one of my friends know the truth, up until this point I would always have to come up with the first lie I could think of off the top of my head. Well, except with Jesse. But he was already dead. And I'm just not going to think about him right now. I will think about what Adam is saying about the test. I will think about English Class and Romeo and Juliet and tragic love stories and...shit.
When I got home I ran upstairs, I didn't want to have to deal with the typical "How was your day?" from Andy or my mom. I couldn't exactly tell them. I dumped my bag on my bed and looked around. Jesse was no where to be found. Somehow I wasn't surprised. I shook my head and started doing my homework on my bed. About a half and hour later I heard the doorbell ring and my mom let someone in, I didn't pay much attention until Paul walked into my room.
"Paul! Um...what're you doing here?" I asked quickly jumping off my bed. No way was I giving the guy any ideas. He looked around,
"Nice room. You never really struck me as a pink type of girl." he said.
"Yah well, I didn't have much choice in the matter. What do want?" I asked.
"Ouch Suze. I'm just here to bring you your English homework, and your bag, you left it at the library last night." he said, handing them to me.
"Oh. Well. Thanks."
"No problem, see you around." he turned and walked out the door.
"Yah...see you." I said to his back. This was weird. He wasn't threatening me, he wasn't trying to hit on me, he was acting like he didn't really know me.
If there's a God. Thank you very very much.
Now could you please do something about Jesse?
"Why was he here?" I heard from behind me. I jumped and turned around.
"Jesse! You scared me! How long have you been sitting there?"
"A couple of minutes. Why was Slater here?" he didn't look happy.
"He was just dropping some stuff off." I said vaguely, I grabbed the homework he'd given me and dumped in on my bed.
"You were at the library with him last night weren't you?" he said, his voice had gotten quiet...too quiet. I couldn't think of a lie in time.
"Yes." He looked at me. His eyes were burning.
"Why Susannah? He tried to kill you." I had to strain to hear him now.
"Because....because....because I made a deal with him." I sighed. There, it was out.
"A deal." he said, "What deal?" I sighed.
"I told him that I'd let him teach me about this shifting stuff, if he stayed away from you. No more fights. And definitely no more exorcisms." I said. He looked at me with an expression somewhere between relief and fury.
"So...so your not...your not...going out as you put it?" He asked hesitantly. I almost laughed. Almost.
"No." I said. He exhaled in a long shaky breath and ran his hand through his hair. Then it seemed that the reality of what I was doing set in.
"Wait. Your doing this to protect me?!?" He yelled
"Well, yah Jesse that's the general idea." and maybe it has the teensy weensy perk of making Jesse jealous. Um. I mean. Anyway, I wasn't gonna tell him that part. He walked over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders.
"Susannah I will not allow you to do this just for my sake." He said.
"Jesse you cant' 'not allow' me to do anything. If he exorcized you I wouldn't be able to live with myself okay? It just wouldn't be worth it!" realizing what I had said I tried to back up, "and um...Spike would really miss you." He looked at me. A slow smile started to spread across his face.
"Querida," he said gently, "You don't have to protect me." he called me querida he called me querida he called me querida he called me querida. Anyway, I shook my head.
"No Jesse. I'm doing this." I said stubbornly. He looked at me for a second before saying,
"Fine. But I'm coming with you."
"No Jesse. He might change his mind and exorcize you on the spot. He showed me, he has this last minute exorcism thing." But he wouldn't budge.
"No. I don't care Querida. I'm coming with you."
"What? You think I can't handle Paul by myself?" I asked, indignant.
"No, I believe you are perfectly capable of...." he paused for a second and smiled "'kicking Paul's butt' so to speak. But I don't want to take the chance." I could see I wasn't going to change his mind anytime soon. I sighed.
"Fine." Then Jesse suddenly seemed to realize that we were alone. He moved as if he was going to touch my hair, but then he dropped his hand and mumbled some stuff in Spanish before disappearing. Ugh. Men.
