Jesse's POV:
I just got out of this place, and now I'm back. I thought as I entered RLS on Monday morning. Several of my friends voiced what I'd been thinking and asked if I'd seen the "hot babe Mission Academy had been housing."
I asked which one. In my mind, I'd only seen one hot babe, and she had been taken. Something I knew all too well...
Eric Candler, one of my best friends, confirmed who everyone was talking about. "Name's Sue or something. Every guy I've talked to who's seen her has wanted a piece, if you know what I'm- OW! De Silva, what the fuck was that for?" He screamed as anger overtook me and I landed a punch on Eric's nose.
No one talks about Susannah that way!
I walked away, down to the office to get my schedule. They gave me my old schedule and locker, and asked if I'd mind sharing with a Mission kid. I said, sure, no problem, and the secretary- Ms. Thomas- said, "Great! You'll be rooming with Paul Slater."
Damn.
This cannot be good.
I trudged down to my locker and saw that Slater was already there. He and Susannah were talking, heads bent close together, and looking very intimate. I put on a fake smile and said, "Excuse me, you're blocking the locker door."
"De Silva? What the hell are you doing here?" Slater asked. Susannah looked at me, then at him, and I saw her tighten her grip on his hand. A hand that had been attempting to ball up in a fist, it looked like.
"Since the Mission's destroyed, I opted to come back here, instead of go to Carmel High." I said throwing books and binders I didn't need into the locker. "Made more sense."
Slater narrowed his eyes at me. Susannah saw this and hastily said, "Paul, come on, let's go. We'll be late for class."
Slater kept his eyes narrowed, being dragged by Susannah down the hall to their class. I grimaced, dropping my fake smile, as I realized that they had the same first hour as I did.
Suze's POV:
I live to amuse God, it seems.
It's not enough that my school is destroyed. It's not enough that I now have to transfer to RLS, alone, while my brothers go to Carmel High, with Kelly and Debbie and a few others who decided to go there as well, for some reason or another. It's not enough that I've had to stop Paul from breaking the noses of about five guys- all because, apparently, I'm a hot babe and they all want me.
No. As if all that isn't enough, Jesse De Silva has to come to RLS as well. For the most part, you could choose where to go- but if you didn't choose, they gave you a school. De Silva was supposed to be at Carmel High.
Nope. He's at RLS. With me and Paul. Great. Just great. Plus, those two are sharing a locker. I dragged Paul to our first hour class- Spanish, which I had been reluctant to take, but forced into it by CeeCee and Adam- and sat him down in a desk to calm down. I sat next to him and started the "you're-not-going-to-fight-because-it-won't-help" speech.
Paul replied with the "you're-my-girlfriend-and-I'm-going-to-defend-you- when-people-say-shit" speech, to which I replied, "Paul, I'm a big girl, I can handle it myself!"
He gave me a look, and I glared back. Finally, his face broke out in a grin and he said, "Oh, alright. I will not fight."
I smiled and said, "Thank you!" We switched conversations to what I was doing this weekend, because Paul's parents wanted to take him and me out on their YACHT. Yes, YACHT. As in, a REALLY REALLY big boat. I was floored, but said, "I'd love to. Definitly." and kissed him. Not a full out lip lock, just a peck on the cheek.
But Jesse choose that momoent to walk in and give me- or maybe it was Paul?- the evil eye before sitting down for class to start.
Now, I don't speak Spanish fluently. I speak it enough to pass the class, so I was pretty lost when Jesse and Paul started argueing in Spanish.
Yes. Paul speaks it really well, something I didn't know. Jesse said something in response to the teacher's question that Paul didn't like, and the next thing I know they're argueing mentally. In friggin' SPANISH! OY!
After class, I dragged Paul down to our next class- Drama, in the auditorium, and sat him down. "Translate last hour for me, please?" I said.
Paul looked away, somewhat guiltily. "Paul." I said in a warning tone. His guilty look increased. "Ok, but if you don't tell me, I'll just get Jesse to."
Paul glared before relenting. "Fine, but you aren't going to like it."
"I could tell."
"He decided to inform me of the fact that most the guys in this school- including him- want a piece of you." Paul said angrily. "Something I already knew and told him as much. Then he's like, 'If I were you, I'd be worried.' and I said 'Well, good thing you aren't me, because I trust Suze with my life'- I do, by the way- and then he started getting all pissed and said 'But does she trust you with hers?' and then implied all these things and I got pissed even more and-" I silenced him with a finger to the lips.
Wow. Who knew little old me could cause so much trouble? "Paul, I trust you with my life." I spoke slowly, and emphasized each word because I could tell that was somewhat bothering him. "And anything he says about me in THAT sense isn't true. You are the only guy I want to do anything with." Paul gave me his rock-star smile and I leaned in and kissed him.
I hoped the school got fixed soon! Until then, life at RLS was NOT going to be fun.
Ok, Ok, I know this chapter kind of sucked. I just wanted to write something for now...LONGER CHAPTER NINE, I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just got out of this place, and now I'm back. I thought as I entered RLS on Monday morning. Several of my friends voiced what I'd been thinking and asked if I'd seen the "hot babe Mission Academy had been housing."
I asked which one. In my mind, I'd only seen one hot babe, and she had been taken. Something I knew all too well...
Eric Candler, one of my best friends, confirmed who everyone was talking about. "Name's Sue or something. Every guy I've talked to who's seen her has wanted a piece, if you know what I'm- OW! De Silva, what the fuck was that for?" He screamed as anger overtook me and I landed a punch on Eric's nose.
No one talks about Susannah that way!
I walked away, down to the office to get my schedule. They gave me my old schedule and locker, and asked if I'd mind sharing with a Mission kid. I said, sure, no problem, and the secretary- Ms. Thomas- said, "Great! You'll be rooming with Paul Slater."
Damn.
This cannot be good.
I trudged down to my locker and saw that Slater was already there. He and Susannah were talking, heads bent close together, and looking very intimate. I put on a fake smile and said, "Excuse me, you're blocking the locker door."
"De Silva? What the hell are you doing here?" Slater asked. Susannah looked at me, then at him, and I saw her tighten her grip on his hand. A hand that had been attempting to ball up in a fist, it looked like.
"Since the Mission's destroyed, I opted to come back here, instead of go to Carmel High." I said throwing books and binders I didn't need into the locker. "Made more sense."
Slater narrowed his eyes at me. Susannah saw this and hastily said, "Paul, come on, let's go. We'll be late for class."
Slater kept his eyes narrowed, being dragged by Susannah down the hall to their class. I grimaced, dropping my fake smile, as I realized that they had the same first hour as I did.
Suze's POV:
I live to amuse God, it seems.
It's not enough that my school is destroyed. It's not enough that I now have to transfer to RLS, alone, while my brothers go to Carmel High, with Kelly and Debbie and a few others who decided to go there as well, for some reason or another. It's not enough that I've had to stop Paul from breaking the noses of about five guys- all because, apparently, I'm a hot babe and they all want me.
No. As if all that isn't enough, Jesse De Silva has to come to RLS as well. For the most part, you could choose where to go- but if you didn't choose, they gave you a school. De Silva was supposed to be at Carmel High.
Nope. He's at RLS. With me and Paul. Great. Just great. Plus, those two are sharing a locker. I dragged Paul to our first hour class- Spanish, which I had been reluctant to take, but forced into it by CeeCee and Adam- and sat him down in a desk to calm down. I sat next to him and started the "you're-not-going-to-fight-because-it-won't-help" speech.
Paul replied with the "you're-my-girlfriend-and-I'm-going-to-defend-you- when-people-say-shit" speech, to which I replied, "Paul, I'm a big girl, I can handle it myself!"
He gave me a look, and I glared back. Finally, his face broke out in a grin and he said, "Oh, alright. I will not fight."
I smiled and said, "Thank you!" We switched conversations to what I was doing this weekend, because Paul's parents wanted to take him and me out on their YACHT. Yes, YACHT. As in, a REALLY REALLY big boat. I was floored, but said, "I'd love to. Definitly." and kissed him. Not a full out lip lock, just a peck on the cheek.
But Jesse choose that momoent to walk in and give me- or maybe it was Paul?- the evil eye before sitting down for class to start.
Now, I don't speak Spanish fluently. I speak it enough to pass the class, so I was pretty lost when Jesse and Paul started argueing in Spanish.
Yes. Paul speaks it really well, something I didn't know. Jesse said something in response to the teacher's question that Paul didn't like, and the next thing I know they're argueing mentally. In friggin' SPANISH! OY!
After class, I dragged Paul down to our next class- Drama, in the auditorium, and sat him down. "Translate last hour for me, please?" I said.
Paul looked away, somewhat guiltily. "Paul." I said in a warning tone. His guilty look increased. "Ok, but if you don't tell me, I'll just get Jesse to."
Paul glared before relenting. "Fine, but you aren't going to like it."
"I could tell."
"He decided to inform me of the fact that most the guys in this school- including him- want a piece of you." Paul said angrily. "Something I already knew and told him as much. Then he's like, 'If I were you, I'd be worried.' and I said 'Well, good thing you aren't me, because I trust Suze with my life'- I do, by the way- and then he started getting all pissed and said 'But does she trust you with hers?' and then implied all these things and I got pissed even more and-" I silenced him with a finger to the lips.
Wow. Who knew little old me could cause so much trouble? "Paul, I trust you with my life." I spoke slowly, and emphasized each word because I could tell that was somewhat bothering him. "And anything he says about me in THAT sense isn't true. You are the only guy I want to do anything with." Paul gave me his rock-star smile and I leaned in and kissed him.
I hoped the school got fixed soon! Until then, life at RLS was NOT going to be fun.
Ok, Ok, I know this chapter kind of sucked. I just wanted to write something for now...LONGER CHAPTER NINE, I PROMISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!