Suze's POV:
School seemed longer that day. It could have been because several guys apparently didn't get the memo that I'm taken, and decided to try their luck on asking me out. This resulted in Paul pulling the jealous-boyfriend act (which was getting real old, real fast) and me calmly telling the unlucky guy to back off before he had to go through a testical retrieval process. Men! Grrr!!!
Plus, our friend- and I use the term loosly- Jesse wasn't helping. Well, he wasn't helping US. He was helping the guys in RLS by telling them Paul was my "gay guy friend" and he was in denial by telling everyone he was dating me.
Which of course would result in an ass-kicking when I saw him. Thank God Paul didn't hear that bit or there would be a murder on our hands. Namely, Jesse's.
But whatever.
I kept those two apart for as long as possible. For two weeks, they had only seen each other outside of classes twice- both times were somewhat my fault, but mostly the fault of this new ghost who'd decided to invade our lives.
Lindsey Powers, dead at the tender (haha) age of 17 as a result of a mosh- pit accident, came to my room during one of Paul and I's shifter lessons. Well, shifter lesson/date, considering we spent more time making-out than we did actually practicing shifting or anything shifting-related. And since appearing there, HAS NOT LEFT MY SIDE!
Seriously! First, I got kind of pissed, and was like, "Look, you need to move on. Or move out. Something. Just bug off for a bit. Please?"
Then she responded by slamming my head against the brick walls of the school.
Um, yeah, OW! I called for Paul in my throbbing head, who appeared seconds later, thankfully, and pulled her off of me. Thank God most of the school was empty and we didn't have to explain a lot. He was walking me to his car when we ran into Jesse. Apparently, Lindsey had been annoying the shit out of him as well, and had told him what I'd said.
The second time was a bit more out in the open. Like, in the middle of class out in the open. Lindsey decided it was a good idea to pick up a couple of books, float them to the ceiling, and drop them on my head.
All I wanna know is what ghosts- and humans- have against my head. Seriously! Why do they always aim for my skull? Do I have a sign posted that says, "Drop heavy object here?" with an arrow pointing to my head?
Thankfully, it was the last five minutes or so of class, and only a few people around me saw. Still hurt like hell!
So anyways, I managed to keep Paul and Jesse away from each other, except for those two times. I hadn't really spoken to Jesse since school started at RLS, unless it was class or mediator related. Totally cool by me, since he came off as semi-mean, what with the wishing for me thing, and battling the energy ghost, and telling everyone Paul was gay, when he most certainly IS NOT! Point is, I hadn't really talked to Jesse about anything unschool or mediator related, and I liked it.
Until he joined me on my walk home one Friday.
Why was I walking, instead of Paul driving me? Well, easy- Paul had to go to the doctor with his grandpa, and left early at one o'clock. So I walked.
It wasn't a far walk, but it wasn't easy either. A mile and a half, mostly uphill. And halfway home, Jesse materializes next to me.
"Jesus Christ, Jesse! What's that for?" I said, after recovering from jumping a mile in the air and the shock of it.
"Sorry, Susannah." Jesse said, not looking sorry at all.
"I've told you a million and one times, call me Suze!" I snapped, resuming my walk.
Jesse just shook his head and started walking next to me. "So, have fun at school?"
I glared at Jesse. "You were there, you think it was fun?"
Jesse laughed at that. He had a rich, booming-type laugh, that sent little shivers down to my toes. I shrugged and walked faster. "So, Suannah," I resisted the urge to strangle him, "Where's the 'boyfriend'?" Jesse asked, using quotes around the word boyfriend.
"He had stuff to do." I said.
"Ah...stuff, or sluts?" Jesse asked, a wicked gleam in his unnaturally brown eyes.
I stopped. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Just that I've heard things about Slater."
"Right." I shook my head and kept walking. Jesse stayed put and called out, "You want to know her name?"
I stopped, turned, and walked back to Jesse. "You are a lying piece of sh- " I started to say, before he leaned in and kissed me.
It was good, yes, but not as a good as Paul's. I pushed him away after a few seconds and hissed, "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I could ask you the same thing." I heard from behind me. I turned and saw Paul standing there, his BMW parked on the edge of the street.
"Paul! Hey, what's up?" I said.
"Suze, don't give me that." Paul said. He looked hurt. "What were you thinking?"
Uh, excuse me? "Paul, he kissed me. I pushed him away. What do you mean, what was I thinking?"
"Suze, don't lie to me. I know you're into him, so why don't you just admit it?"
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" I shrieked. "Paul, I'm NOT into him!" But my cries fell on deaf ears, because Paul got into his car and drove off.
I glared at Jesse before hitting him. Then I walked- well, ran- home, tears falling down my cheeks.
WARNING: CHAPTER 10 WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER!!! And I'm sorry this is so short!!!
School seemed longer that day. It could have been because several guys apparently didn't get the memo that I'm taken, and decided to try their luck on asking me out. This resulted in Paul pulling the jealous-boyfriend act (which was getting real old, real fast) and me calmly telling the unlucky guy to back off before he had to go through a testical retrieval process. Men! Grrr!!!
Plus, our friend- and I use the term loosly- Jesse wasn't helping. Well, he wasn't helping US. He was helping the guys in RLS by telling them Paul was my "gay guy friend" and he was in denial by telling everyone he was dating me.
Which of course would result in an ass-kicking when I saw him. Thank God Paul didn't hear that bit or there would be a murder on our hands. Namely, Jesse's.
But whatever.
I kept those two apart for as long as possible. For two weeks, they had only seen each other outside of classes twice- both times were somewhat my fault, but mostly the fault of this new ghost who'd decided to invade our lives.
Lindsey Powers, dead at the tender (haha) age of 17 as a result of a mosh- pit accident, came to my room during one of Paul and I's shifter lessons. Well, shifter lesson/date, considering we spent more time making-out than we did actually practicing shifting or anything shifting-related. And since appearing there, HAS NOT LEFT MY SIDE!
Seriously! First, I got kind of pissed, and was like, "Look, you need to move on. Or move out. Something. Just bug off for a bit. Please?"
Then she responded by slamming my head against the brick walls of the school.
Um, yeah, OW! I called for Paul in my throbbing head, who appeared seconds later, thankfully, and pulled her off of me. Thank God most of the school was empty and we didn't have to explain a lot. He was walking me to his car when we ran into Jesse. Apparently, Lindsey had been annoying the shit out of him as well, and had told him what I'd said.
The second time was a bit more out in the open. Like, in the middle of class out in the open. Lindsey decided it was a good idea to pick up a couple of books, float them to the ceiling, and drop them on my head.
All I wanna know is what ghosts- and humans- have against my head. Seriously! Why do they always aim for my skull? Do I have a sign posted that says, "Drop heavy object here?" with an arrow pointing to my head?
Thankfully, it was the last five minutes or so of class, and only a few people around me saw. Still hurt like hell!
So anyways, I managed to keep Paul and Jesse away from each other, except for those two times. I hadn't really spoken to Jesse since school started at RLS, unless it was class or mediator related. Totally cool by me, since he came off as semi-mean, what with the wishing for me thing, and battling the energy ghost, and telling everyone Paul was gay, when he most certainly IS NOT! Point is, I hadn't really talked to Jesse about anything unschool or mediator related, and I liked it.
Until he joined me on my walk home one Friday.
Why was I walking, instead of Paul driving me? Well, easy- Paul had to go to the doctor with his grandpa, and left early at one o'clock. So I walked.
It wasn't a far walk, but it wasn't easy either. A mile and a half, mostly uphill. And halfway home, Jesse materializes next to me.
"Jesus Christ, Jesse! What's that for?" I said, after recovering from jumping a mile in the air and the shock of it.
"Sorry, Susannah." Jesse said, not looking sorry at all.
"I've told you a million and one times, call me Suze!" I snapped, resuming my walk.
Jesse just shook his head and started walking next to me. "So, have fun at school?"
I glared at Jesse. "You were there, you think it was fun?"
Jesse laughed at that. He had a rich, booming-type laugh, that sent little shivers down to my toes. I shrugged and walked faster. "So, Suannah," I resisted the urge to strangle him, "Where's the 'boyfriend'?" Jesse asked, using quotes around the word boyfriend.
"He had stuff to do." I said.
"Ah...stuff, or sluts?" Jesse asked, a wicked gleam in his unnaturally brown eyes.
I stopped. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Just that I've heard things about Slater."
"Right." I shook my head and kept walking. Jesse stayed put and called out, "You want to know her name?"
I stopped, turned, and walked back to Jesse. "You are a lying piece of sh- " I started to say, before he leaned in and kissed me.
It was good, yes, but not as a good as Paul's. I pushed him away after a few seconds and hissed, "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I could ask you the same thing." I heard from behind me. I turned and saw Paul standing there, his BMW parked on the edge of the street.
"Paul! Hey, what's up?" I said.
"Suze, don't give me that." Paul said. He looked hurt. "What were you thinking?"
Uh, excuse me? "Paul, he kissed me. I pushed him away. What do you mean, what was I thinking?"
"Suze, don't lie to me. I know you're into him, so why don't you just admit it?"
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" I shrieked. "Paul, I'm NOT into him!" But my cries fell on deaf ears, because Paul got into his car and drove off.
I glared at Jesse before hitting him. Then I walked- well, ran- home, tears falling down my cheeks.
WARNING: CHAPTER 10 WILL BE THE LAST CHAPTER!!! And I'm sorry this is so short!!!