Disclaimer: Bla bla bla I don't own the mediator series bla bla bla. Now ON
with the reading!
A/N: I would also like to say a HUGE GINORMOUS GIGANTIC TITANIC ENORMOUS thank you to NiceHayley – YOU KICK ASS! Seriously. (and Paul is soooo much better than Jesse, although I wouldn't turn Jesse down, if you know what I mean ;-P)
NiceHayley – you rock
And also, thank you to Marcus (who I like to call Margoose) for your, ah hem, helpful input...hahaha, no thank you little man.
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After a gruelling day of schoolwork, dirty looks from Paul, and some very odd ones from CeeCee (I kept on spacing-out during lessons), I got into the car and waited for Dopey to stop chatting up Debbie so he could drive us home. Remind me to get my license. Finally he got in the car, a smug look on his ugly face.
"When you've put your tongue back in your mouth I'd quite like to get home, please." I almost wished Sleepy hadn't left Junipero Serra Mission Academy for college.
Almost.
"Whatever, Suze." Dopey put on his seatbelt and was putting the key in the ignition when Debbie and Kelly walked past the front of the car and waved at us. Or Dopey, rather. He grinned and waved back, almost knocking me out by doing so.
"Just promise me, Brad, promise me you'll practice safe sex and use a condom?" I said in a mock-serious voice and placed my hand on his arm. He knocked my hand off and scowled at me.
"I could say the same for you, so just shuddup." Okay, now I was confused.
"What are you going on about, you freak?"
"You and Paul. Sneaking into classrooms together. You do realise this is a Catholic school, don't you?" We were just pulling out of the car park when Paul drove by. He blew a kiss at me as he passed. I went bright red.
"I hate Paul Slater. I would never have sex with him. Let alone kiss him!" I was so gonna kill Paul.
"That's not what I heard." What??? Oh my God, what the hell had Paul been saying? I tried to keep my cool and asked, "Oh? And what, pray tell, have you heard? And from whom?" Brad smirked at me.
"I just hope you and Jesse aren't serious, if you're gonna go round having sex with other guys behind his back," Dopey leered. Except he didn't put it as politely as 'having sex'.
Now my face was beetroot red. And David had stopped doing his homework to listen in to our conversation.
"I am not having sex with Paul!"
"Fine, fine. But he's certainly keen on you, if you know what I mean," he waggled his eyebrows. He really does disgust me.
"I am so gonna kill him. I don't like Paul Slater. He is a sleazy, gross, mean...urm, urm..." What else was Paul?
"Sex god?" Put in Brad helpfully. "Yes! Sex g- NO! No! Paul is definitely not a sex god! I-I-you-I-GRR!" I stuttered to an unconvincing end. I glared out of the window. Dopey was grinning and David was staring out of the windscreen.
Paul was a dead man walking.
As soon as I got home I stormed upstairs and threw myself on my bed. I lay there for a few seconds then roared and started pummelling my pillow. I stopped after a couple of minutes and buried my face into the pillow.
"Susannah?" My body twitched but I stayed where I was.
I felt the bed dip as Jesse sat down next to me.
He started poking me in the belly.
"Querida," he whispered in his silkiest voice, "what is wrong?" My spine tingled but I still stayed put.
The bed moved and Jesse laid down next to me, his faced turned towards my buried one.
"Querida, come on. Talk to me," he continued in his glossy voice.
"Nuh uh," I said, swallowing some pillow as I did so.
"If you don't tell me what's wrong, I may have to tickle you," Jesse teased. After I didn't respond, he did just that.
And can I just say how annoying it is when someone tickles you when you're in a bad mood? And Jesse had managed to find my worst spot for tickling. I giggled uncontrollably and rolled over.
"Aaaaargh! Jesse! Jesse, no! Jesse! Hahaha!" I was begging him to stop in between laughter. I screamed some more and Jesse rolled on top of me. Now this was interesting.
"Hello, querida," he said in a perfectly normal voice. Is face was about an inch from mine.
"Hello, my lovely." My lovely? What was that? Oh well, he seemed to like it, judging by the way he smiled and started butterfly kissing me. I could so get used to this. I put my arms round his neck and kissed him fully. He moved himself up slightly and I moved my hands down to his shoulders. Oh boy, could I get used to this. I smiled into the kiss and he did the same. He lifted himself off me slightly and rested on his elbows, toying with my hair.
"Good day, querida?" An innocent enough question, but I scowled non-the- less.
"Yeah, it was OK." Jesse gave me a very doubtful look, but didn't push it. A new thing for him, indeed. But then I found out why he didn't ask any more questions. He wasn't in the mood for talking.
He smiled at me sank down onto me, and unlike Paul, his weight wasn't crushing me or making me feel vulnerable, like it did in Paul's bedroom. Jesse's weight was somehow comforting. And very sexy, I might add. We kissed for about five minutes when someone materialised in the room.
"Oh, oh! I'm really sorry! I'll come back later. I'm really sorry!"
Jesse and I both looked to see who it was just before he dematerialised. It was Sean.
A/N: I would also like to say a HUGE GINORMOUS GIGANTIC TITANIC ENORMOUS thank you to NiceHayley – YOU KICK ASS! Seriously. (and Paul is soooo much better than Jesse, although I wouldn't turn Jesse down, if you know what I mean ;-P)
NiceHayley – you rock
And also, thank you to Marcus (who I like to call Margoose) for your, ah hem, helpful input...hahaha, no thank you little man.
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After a gruelling day of schoolwork, dirty looks from Paul, and some very odd ones from CeeCee (I kept on spacing-out during lessons), I got into the car and waited for Dopey to stop chatting up Debbie so he could drive us home. Remind me to get my license. Finally he got in the car, a smug look on his ugly face.
"When you've put your tongue back in your mouth I'd quite like to get home, please." I almost wished Sleepy hadn't left Junipero Serra Mission Academy for college.
Almost.
"Whatever, Suze." Dopey put on his seatbelt and was putting the key in the ignition when Debbie and Kelly walked past the front of the car and waved at us. Or Dopey, rather. He grinned and waved back, almost knocking me out by doing so.
"Just promise me, Brad, promise me you'll practice safe sex and use a condom?" I said in a mock-serious voice and placed my hand on his arm. He knocked my hand off and scowled at me.
"I could say the same for you, so just shuddup." Okay, now I was confused.
"What are you going on about, you freak?"
"You and Paul. Sneaking into classrooms together. You do realise this is a Catholic school, don't you?" We were just pulling out of the car park when Paul drove by. He blew a kiss at me as he passed. I went bright red.
"I hate Paul Slater. I would never have sex with him. Let alone kiss him!" I was so gonna kill Paul.
"That's not what I heard." What??? Oh my God, what the hell had Paul been saying? I tried to keep my cool and asked, "Oh? And what, pray tell, have you heard? And from whom?" Brad smirked at me.
"I just hope you and Jesse aren't serious, if you're gonna go round having sex with other guys behind his back," Dopey leered. Except he didn't put it as politely as 'having sex'.
Now my face was beetroot red. And David had stopped doing his homework to listen in to our conversation.
"I am not having sex with Paul!"
"Fine, fine. But he's certainly keen on you, if you know what I mean," he waggled his eyebrows. He really does disgust me.
"I am so gonna kill him. I don't like Paul Slater. He is a sleazy, gross, mean...urm, urm..." What else was Paul?
"Sex god?" Put in Brad helpfully. "Yes! Sex g- NO! No! Paul is definitely not a sex god! I-I-you-I-GRR!" I stuttered to an unconvincing end. I glared out of the window. Dopey was grinning and David was staring out of the windscreen.
Paul was a dead man walking.
As soon as I got home I stormed upstairs and threw myself on my bed. I lay there for a few seconds then roared and started pummelling my pillow. I stopped after a couple of minutes and buried my face into the pillow.
"Susannah?" My body twitched but I stayed where I was.
I felt the bed dip as Jesse sat down next to me.
He started poking me in the belly.
"Querida," he whispered in his silkiest voice, "what is wrong?" My spine tingled but I still stayed put.
The bed moved and Jesse laid down next to me, his faced turned towards my buried one.
"Querida, come on. Talk to me," he continued in his glossy voice.
"Nuh uh," I said, swallowing some pillow as I did so.
"If you don't tell me what's wrong, I may have to tickle you," Jesse teased. After I didn't respond, he did just that.
And can I just say how annoying it is when someone tickles you when you're in a bad mood? And Jesse had managed to find my worst spot for tickling. I giggled uncontrollably and rolled over.
"Aaaaargh! Jesse! Jesse, no! Jesse! Hahaha!" I was begging him to stop in between laughter. I screamed some more and Jesse rolled on top of me. Now this was interesting.
"Hello, querida," he said in a perfectly normal voice. Is face was about an inch from mine.
"Hello, my lovely." My lovely? What was that? Oh well, he seemed to like it, judging by the way he smiled and started butterfly kissing me. I could so get used to this. I put my arms round his neck and kissed him fully. He moved himself up slightly and I moved my hands down to his shoulders. Oh boy, could I get used to this. I smiled into the kiss and he did the same. He lifted himself off me slightly and rested on his elbows, toying with my hair.
"Good day, querida?" An innocent enough question, but I scowled non-the- less.
"Yeah, it was OK." Jesse gave me a very doubtful look, but didn't push it. A new thing for him, indeed. But then I found out why he didn't ask any more questions. He wasn't in the mood for talking.
He smiled at me sank down onto me, and unlike Paul, his weight wasn't crushing me or making me feel vulnerable, like it did in Paul's bedroom. Jesse's weight was somehow comforting. And very sexy, I might add. We kissed for about five minutes when someone materialised in the room.
"Oh, oh! I'm really sorry! I'll come back later. I'm really sorry!"
Jesse and I both looked to see who it was just before he dematerialised. It was Sean.