A/N: omg 3 reviews within hours of posting it. I couldn't believe it. I nearly fainted. SOO not kidding. And I DO NOT faint. As soon as I read those reviews I started writing again, so I guess reviewing is a sure way to get me to update. I'm not sure about the name of this chapter. I think I might just number the chapters.

hehe I just figured what the names at the top were about. lol im sucha blond (even though im a brunette) kinda sad actually hehe. well here i go

SweetestReject lol you crack me up. I myself am going through that (although i cant remember a time when I wasnt....) hehe

Rusty Button "I cut him off. 'You seemed pretty sure of why in you bedroom.'
Your" lol wtf was that? I didn't get that at all...who cut who off? im ?
confused

Enelya Tinuviel it might take a while, but you'll see where it leads to...eventually lol

UnangelicHalo I still cant figure out what a S/J of a S/P is. lol a suze/jesse of a suze/paul? what is that? and no, ure cute hehe. after all its ure signature word winks

Mystique Angelique aww ure such a sweety. u gave like the perfect review beams i mean, callin my FIRST story intriguing. But then it got even better, you said it was subtly scary. when i read that, i was like omg omg awesome! i mean...its kinda supposed to be scary. maybe not scary, but its supposed to give you the shivers or chills you know? in a good way neway. Well, ure so great to say all that about little ol' me

Em whoever u are, thanx. Im glad you enjoyed it, and I hope i live up to ure expectations :P

Well anywayz, onto the story

But Paul had already run his hand through my hair. He his thumb rest on my chin with his fingers still in my hair and lifted my gaze to him. Then leaned in and started to kiss me. It was different than any of his other kisses. There was something about it. I couldn't put my finger on it. It seemed...more real than the other times. He was still just as good as every other time, but this time there was something there. There seemed to be a passion in that kiss. Maybe it was because he had just been so honest with me just then...

I couldn't help kissing him back. It felt nice being so near to Paul. He had come closer to me by now. And oh yeah, you know how I knew that I might kiss him back if he tried again? Well that feeling was back. And that was nothing compared to how I felt now. It is hard to explain how I felt at that moment—I might be considered kind of busy at that moment if you know what I mean—I kind of felt like I never wanted to leave. Yet, at the same time I was going out of my mind. Why did I feel this way? I didn't want to have feelings for Paul. What did this mean about Jesse? All I knew was it was too much for me to handle. So I pushed Paul away. Only thing was, I was having trouble doing it. Not because Paul was fighting back...this was different. I barely pushed him at all. What was wrong with me? I mean...it felt nice being wanted so bad by such a hottie, but Paul scared me. I didn't know why, but he did. And not just because of those dreams I have been having. I guess I was kind of scared that I would give Paul the wrong impression and make him pursue me even more. I just didn't know what to do anymore. That freaked me out. This wasn't like me. I always deal with things no problem, except when it came to Jesse, but now, all the sudden I was confused about way more than Jesse. And let me tell you, I did not like it.

I guess I did give the wrong impression because Paul looked at me, confused. "What's wrong?" he asked. But evidently he didn't care, because he went in for more. Or maybe he thought it was nothing, because I didn't say anything. But I turned my head.

"Paul," I pleaded.

He looked a little hurt. Or maybe just confused. Oh, god, I just couldn't tell anymore.

"But..." he said and put his hands through my hair again. He took in a breath. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said. "I have to go." I continued. I really couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he sounded concerned.

I rolled my eyes. "Course."

Paul just looked at me. And we just stood there. Let me tell you, it was very weird. Then he grinned at me. "Go ahead. No one's stopping you."

And that was it. I smiled thankfully and went home, my heart beating surprisingly fast. I had no idea why. Maybe it was because I was nervous about what to do...or maybe the heat of the moment...

But that was impossible. I mean, how could feel that way about Paul, when Jesse was living with me? I decided I must have been nervous and shook it off.

And low and behold I walked in my room and there stood Jesse reading a book by the window. He smiled. "Hello Susannah."

"Hey," I said.

"You are home late," he said.

"Yeah." Oh, god. What was I going to say? "I had some stuff to do." Stuff. Jeez, could I get more pathetic?

"Oh," he said, with...a blankness in his eyes. It was interesting. I could not tell if he believed me, or was disappointed,—yeah right— there was nothing there.

"So then you are not busy now?" he asked.

"No," I said, trying to sound indifferent and nonchalant. "Why?"

"Just wondering," he said sounding a bit discouraged. "Just that, I saw Craig today."

"Ah," I said, slumping onto my bed.

Then since he didn't say anything I asked, "And?"

"Nothing really, same as before." he said.

"I hope he promised never to try to kill his brother—and me for that matter—again," I said with a smidge of anger in my voice. Well, he had really pissed me off. Craig I mean, not Jesse. He clearly didn't think, or at least care about the fact that he was about to kill not only his brother, but me. Me. The person that was trying to help him. Sometimes I just don't know why I do it.

Jesse let out a sort of gasp. "He did what querida?" Then he started to come towards me with a worried look on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, taking my hand in his.

I almost gave him a confused look. "I'm fine Jesse. Don't worry."

"Susannah, it is almost impossible to not worry about you," he said with a hint of a smile. "Especially since you think you can handle everything on your own."

I forced myself to look into his dark eyes. "Jesse, you know I would call you if I ever needed you. I have before."

He seemed to accept that and looked like he was about to go back to his book. But he just stood there. There was a strange moment between us. I couldn't figure out what he was waiting for, or what he was going to do.

"Well," he said and smiled. "As long as you're okay."

Then I heard Andy call me down for dinner and I hesitantly went downstairs. Even though Andy cooks some of the best food I've ever tasted, at that moment I kind of wanted to skip it and stay in my room. Not for the view or anything, but—well, to see what Jesse was waiting for.

But I knew I had to go down for dinner. Andy had a thing about everyone eating together. It wasn't that terrible though. Once I smelt the grilled fish it wasn't so bad.

Thankfully there was a load of fish for dinner. I won't say plenty, because, well, you know how my stepbrothers are. I sat down and the fight began. It was not as cutthroat as usual, but there was still a lot of quick grabbing by the guys. Andy gave a look to them and they slowed. I was finally able to help myself to some fish when the phone rang. Andy huffed and went to see who it was.

"Suze," he called. "It's for you."

I looked around. I wasn't exactly sure if I was okay to talk to whoever it was. I mean, dinner was a big deal in this house. I didn't get any weird looks, so I assumed I wouldn't have to immediately tell the person to call back later. I got up and walked over to the phone. Andy handed it to me and went back to the table.

"Hello?" I asked. I had no idea who would be calling me. I mean, the phone was hardly ever for me. It was usually Debbie Mancuso calling for Dopey so they could talk about whichever one looked better or their stupid lovey-dovey stuff. You know, the 'I love you more,' 'no I love you more,' 'no, I love you even more,' or whatever it is they talk about. Frankly, I didn't think I wanted to know.

Then Cee Cee said, "Hey, sorry to call at such a weird time. You're probably eating huh?"

"Yeah," I said. "It's no problem though. What's up?"

"Well I just wanted to discuss when and how we are going to campaign. We still need a slogan and we have to come up with an interesting way to, well campaign.

"Um," I said. "Well, I'm free tonight if you want to do it then."

"Sure," she said. I could hear her fumbling around looking for paper. "At your place?"

"It's cool with me, let me ask real quick," I said putting down the phone. I walked over to the table and asked, "Mom, is it ok if Cee Cee comes over to help me with the student government thing?"

She said sure so I went back over and told Cee Cee.

"Well, I was going to ask Adam for a ride, and I think he wants to help too..." she started.

"Oh, no problem, just a sec," and called to ask if Adam could come too.

Mom said fine so I told Cee Cee and made a mental note to get markers and glue.

"Ok, I'll see you in about an hour an' a half?" she asked.

"Great," I said. "Ok, well, bye."

And we both hung up. I finished dinner and went in search for some tape.

A/N: Ok don't worry about Craig guys. Neil never drove the car, so he didn't die. You'll find out more about him later :P And lolly, Suze can't feel guilty about it cuze she didn't know it was gonna happen. lol

Man this is hard stuff. I mean, once I think of what's going to happen it's no big deal. But starting from scratch. Shesh. Like when Suze goes down for dinner. I had no idea what they should talk about lol. Same thing with when she goes up to her room and Jesse is there. I was like, what should they say? I was sitting there like talking to myself and eventually I said, why you asking me? I have no idea! I feel for Meg man, she must have an pr-et-ty interesting life (or at least imagination) to think of so many ideas. Which of course she does, but still. Nevertheless, I shall overcome, and Update! Soon........I think...