Don't own this, never will. I wrote this at midnight. I figured I had time,
may as well, ne? Hi Gorbash! Fireblade! Luna!
Onto the story!
"No, I don't know where Elvis is," I said, pushing through the kids blocking my way to first period. Mom, yes, M-o-m Mom, had wandered off with Jesse, speaking Spanish. I could swear he was blushing as she led him to Father Dom's office. That got me pissed: what was she saying to make him blush?!?
"What about Heather?" Kelly asked, quietly enough to get the attention of everyone in class.
I guess I looked nervous and uneasy, because she demanded, "What about Heather?"
Paul chose to answer, as if he knew what he was talking about. "Heather. wasn't that the chick you exorcised?"
"How did you know about that?" I almost screamed.
"Father Dominic told me."
And I had gone and thought I was pissed off before. "He what?!?"
"What did he say again? Oh yeah, 'Suze, she has a tendency to over- react. Take Heather, a voodoo exorcism, I mean, really.' That was it, I think."
Kelly burst into tears. "You exorcised my best friend? What would you think if I did that?" she cried. "What if I went out and exorcised your boyfriend?"
"Umm, not a good idea," Paul butt in. "Trust me. She, and he, gets very pissed."
Everyone was staring at him now. "Oh, come on, he was dead. For 150 years. It was about time he moved on."
"Shut the hell up," I scowled. "He didn't deserve what you did. You were cruel and heartless. You took away the man I loved because you were jealous. And then, as if that weren't enough, you sicced his dead fiancée on me!"
He grinned, pleased by his own past cleverness (which had resulted in a broken nose for him, but he forgot about that, apparently). "Suze," Debbie said slowly. "You dated a dead guy?"
I looked to CeeCee for help. She stood and walked over to me. Calmly, she ran a hand through her hair, clasped them in front of her, and burst into laughter suddenly. I was in shock. "I knew it! Jesse is a ghost, isn't he? That's how he held Paul under the hot tub!"
"Class! Sit down!" Mr. Walden cried, throwing his chalk at the door. It passed through a chest of a man in a white billowy shirt and tight black trousers. He rolled his eyes, picked up the chalk, and put it back in the teacher's hand. The class were all silent.
"Hey there, Jesse. How's it been going?" Paul asked, grinning.
"Worse since you meddled with it," he said, folding his strong arms over his chest. I stood up, smacking Paul on the back of the head.
Jesse smiled at me. I never thought he would be so. so giddy at the whole Suze-hitting-Paul thing, but he was. He was actually grinning like a bobcat. If bobcats really grin, I've never seen one. "The Father wants to see you, querida," he said, holding back laughter.
"Querida?" Paul asked, looking like he was gonna laugh himself. "Sweetheart? You call Suze 'sweetheart'?"
"Don't feel left out, I have a name for you too." Jesse looked smug. "However, I fear I cannot say it in the presence of a lady." He took my hand and pulled me forward, kissing me on the cheek as he dragged me out the door. The whole class followed, and I don't know if you have ever tried to stop a whole class from leaving, but apparently it was too much for Mr. Walden. The class ran after us.
"Why are they following us?" he asked.
"Paul told them we were dating. They were intrigued." I shrugged, trying to act as if Paul's statement hadn't meant anything. I'd hoped, but it didn't happen, that it would calm him enough to stop the lockers from shaking.
Kelly's clones shrieked at the loud clanking of the metal. "Stop it," I commanded. "You're scaring the class."
"They shouldn't be following anyway," he muttered, lacing his arm in mine. I had a sickening feeling that he did this because Paul was trying to catch up to us. Paul caught up to us.
"De Silva," he whispered, then continued to whisper in Jesse's ear.
That's how the ambulances came to the school, battling the news vans to get access to Paul.
AN: Okay, short, weird, and not much of a chapter. Next one will be at least 10 word pages long. Look forward to that. Deal with this for now, ok? ^_^
"No, I don't know where Elvis is," I said, pushing through the kids blocking my way to first period. Mom, yes, M-o-m Mom, had wandered off with Jesse, speaking Spanish. I could swear he was blushing as she led him to Father Dom's office. That got me pissed: what was she saying to make him blush?!?
"What about Heather?" Kelly asked, quietly enough to get the attention of everyone in class.
I guess I looked nervous and uneasy, because she demanded, "What about Heather?"
Paul chose to answer, as if he knew what he was talking about. "Heather. wasn't that the chick you exorcised?"
"How did you know about that?" I almost screamed.
"Father Dominic told me."
And I had gone and thought I was pissed off before. "He what?!?"
"What did he say again? Oh yeah, 'Suze, she has a tendency to over- react. Take Heather, a voodoo exorcism, I mean, really.' That was it, I think."
Kelly burst into tears. "You exorcised my best friend? What would you think if I did that?" she cried. "What if I went out and exorcised your boyfriend?"
"Umm, not a good idea," Paul butt in. "Trust me. She, and he, gets very pissed."
Everyone was staring at him now. "Oh, come on, he was dead. For 150 years. It was about time he moved on."
"Shut the hell up," I scowled. "He didn't deserve what you did. You were cruel and heartless. You took away the man I loved because you were jealous. And then, as if that weren't enough, you sicced his dead fiancée on me!"
He grinned, pleased by his own past cleverness (which had resulted in a broken nose for him, but he forgot about that, apparently). "Suze," Debbie said slowly. "You dated a dead guy?"
I looked to CeeCee for help. She stood and walked over to me. Calmly, she ran a hand through her hair, clasped them in front of her, and burst into laughter suddenly. I was in shock. "I knew it! Jesse is a ghost, isn't he? That's how he held Paul under the hot tub!"
"Class! Sit down!" Mr. Walden cried, throwing his chalk at the door. It passed through a chest of a man in a white billowy shirt and tight black trousers. He rolled his eyes, picked up the chalk, and put it back in the teacher's hand. The class were all silent.
"Hey there, Jesse. How's it been going?" Paul asked, grinning.
"Worse since you meddled with it," he said, folding his strong arms over his chest. I stood up, smacking Paul on the back of the head.
Jesse smiled at me. I never thought he would be so. so giddy at the whole Suze-hitting-Paul thing, but he was. He was actually grinning like a bobcat. If bobcats really grin, I've never seen one. "The Father wants to see you, querida," he said, holding back laughter.
"Querida?" Paul asked, looking like he was gonna laugh himself. "Sweetheart? You call Suze 'sweetheart'?"
"Don't feel left out, I have a name for you too." Jesse looked smug. "However, I fear I cannot say it in the presence of a lady." He took my hand and pulled me forward, kissing me on the cheek as he dragged me out the door. The whole class followed, and I don't know if you have ever tried to stop a whole class from leaving, but apparently it was too much for Mr. Walden. The class ran after us.
"Why are they following us?" he asked.
"Paul told them we were dating. They were intrigued." I shrugged, trying to act as if Paul's statement hadn't meant anything. I'd hoped, but it didn't happen, that it would calm him enough to stop the lockers from shaking.
Kelly's clones shrieked at the loud clanking of the metal. "Stop it," I commanded. "You're scaring the class."
"They shouldn't be following anyway," he muttered, lacing his arm in mine. I had a sickening feeling that he did this because Paul was trying to catch up to us. Paul caught up to us.
"De Silva," he whispered, then continued to whisper in Jesse's ear.
That's how the ambulances came to the school, battling the news vans to get access to Paul.
AN: Okay, short, weird, and not much of a chapter. Next one will be at least 10 word pages long. Look forward to that. Deal with this for now, ok? ^_^