Ch 6 Warnings, Secrets, and Surprises

Update 6/18/05

Dedications: To those first two people who gave me reviews; THANK YOU! Much Appreciated. Or, Mucho Gracias! Without further ado, CH 6 in Cousin Crissi!

It was dark outside still, but I woke up and saw the blurry end of a rifle. Honestly, first a knife by Maria, then a gun? Lovely...what next, a wrench? So where's the lead pipe and Ms. Peacock? (A/N: CLUE, the game)

"Lizen Mees speciol, oo are going to lay your bloudy hahnds ohfff my Puawn, goot it? If noot, oo will, onhd aye mean will be sorreh."

I blinked my still bleary eyes. HuH? I thought about what she just said as my eyes focused on the inside of a gun. It is truly a sight to behold. All dark and metallic…I yawned.

"Listen Miss Special, you are going to lay your bloody hands off my Pawn, got it? If not, you will, and I mean WILL be sorry." I think that's what she said.

What an accent…

"Uh...could you repeat that again please? I didn't catch that last bit." Bad idea, Suze...she went hysterical. Suddenly, she spoke without her thick accent.

"YOU BLUNDERING imbecile! You"-she pointed at me with a dainty little finger-"special medium are to leave Pawn alone and not meddle with him, understood?"

Pawn? Who the heck is Pawn? What decent British person would name their son Pawn? (Is it a guy or a girl?) "Got it? Now if I see you touching him"-oh, it is a guy-"you are dead." And she disappeared. Jeez, people are stalking me and who the heck is Pawn?

"What a little British Brat," I mumbled.

"I heard that!"

Ten minutes later, I was still awake. I just realized it was five in the morning. Gosh, where's Cee Cee when I need her? Unfortunately, she was at her Aunt Pru's and if I call her now she's going to think I'm some weirdo. Adam? Well, he's in the Caribbean somewhere. And Father Dominic is away in the rectory and last time I called Sister Ernestine picked up the phone.

Not pretty.

Great, another nutcase for me to solve. Perfect. Now all I have to figure out is who's Pawn? When I need to do research, Cee Cee is not there.

Could "Pawn" be Paul? He's the one touching me! Jesse? Couldn't be; he had ("had" cough, cough) Maria once, now me. So screw that (not LITERALLY!) So who else was in my life? Andy? I've already met the former Mrs. Ackerman. Hmm, could it be Brad, Jake or David? Ewww! Ditto that for Jake and David. Number one, a dumb wrestler? Number two, surfer idiot that looks like he's on crack? Number three, a nice nerd/geek?

I shuddered: Can't be them. Before I could finish my list of thoughts, I heard my mom.

"Suze, Can I talk to you for a second?" I turned my head and saw her face, it looked pleased? Or mad?

"Sure mom, what's up?" I asked, patting my mattress. My mom sat gingerly down after checking the covers.

…the covers…

"Suze, I'm proud of you for finding such a charming boy"-What? Paul? Charming? Is she describing some Frog Prince that is magically my "Prince Charming"?-"and I want you to know that I'm supporting you, just what has he been doing? Aren't you a little young for that sort of relationship?"

Oh-my- God! My jaw dropped; I did not just hear that. "You haven't been, you know...using those 'hem hems' in you drawer have you?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked angrily and got up and opened the top drawer; Crap. Second drawer: lingerie. Third: shirts, fourth: pants and capris. Fifth-I gasped. Instead of JUST my CDs and stuff being alone, I saw a pack of OPENED condoms, ok? OPENED. Who in God's name would open that? Definitely not Jesse, he wouldn't even know what one was…

… it had to be Paul.

"Mom..." I said calmly, my voice shaking and going up two octaves.

"Well, I thought you might need them-"

"MOM!" I said louder and I picked up the box and saw the wrappers were all the same as the one I picked up earlier. GROSS!

"Mom...GET OUT!"

She looked uncomfortable. "Well I just wanted to tell you that you can't go on that date with Paul. I know you like him and all but you have to go to that party with Brad and Crissi." I almost laughed out loud. Instead I just punched the air. "YES!" Then I pushed my mom out the door and closed it. I breathed heavily and buried my face underneath my pillow and screamed. First that "Pawn Lady" then this! I didn't even notice that Jesse was talking to me.

"Susannah! Stop screaming! What's wrong?" Jesse gently shook me. I looked up and brushed my hair aside. "Where were you?"

Jesse smiled. "Answer my question first." I sighed and pointed to the trash can. Jesse walked over to it and opened the lid and pulled out the wrapper. Him not knowing what it was looked at the back and frowned. "What is this?" he asked, pulling apart the already opened wrapper. I shuddered as he started inspecting it.

"Read," I said bluntly, Jesse raised the eyebrow with the scar and read it aloud while I covered my ears. I saw Jesse go red and say something in Spanish. "Nombre de Dios! Susannah, where did you get this and why? You haven't used them, have you?" I felt my face heat up, unmercifully. "Don't blame me, my mom got them. I found it in my drawers and threw it out. And of course I don't use them! I don't even have a boyfriend-"-Jesse looked at me oddly-"nor a, err, uh...never mind." Jesse being the brilliant detective he is (I figured that out when I got the roses from Paul) said sadly, "It's open." He looked rather pained, really.

Okay, he had me there. "I-uh..." Jesse walked over to me. I cowered against the headboard and (I haven't done that since Maria visited me and I hid in Doc's room) like that one time, he trapped me. Gosh, I hate feeling vulnerable.

"Tell me, querida." Jesse was really close to my face, I could see his scar clearly and I just wanted to touch it...Jesse, you know I want to kiss you...I thought.

How I loved that scar…except…it was lighting up…

"You can't lie to me," Jesse said. I looked up into those dark eyes, memorizing them.

"Why not?" I asked dreamily.

"I can ...read minds. Crissi taught me. That's why I've been gone lately."

Talk about 'My Confessions', he's hanging out with her! That just ruined the mood. I leaned back and crossed my arms angrily.

So he's been spending time with her, huh I gained my composure and said, "Oh yeah? Then why can't you read my mind then, mister High and Mighty?"

Jesse looked down. "I ...don't want to read your mind. People's thoughts should be kept secret. Unless-"- Jesse looked in my eyes. I felt like nothing, I was floating. I could actually FEEL his breath on my face! It smelled nice actually. For a dead guy. Not cadaver breath at all! Only, I figured that out a while ago.

"It's the twenty-first century, Jesse. Its okay, go ahead and read my mind. I don't want to repeat myself anyway."

I closed my eyes and thought of what happened. I saw Paul go in my room and then I saw something I didn't see- Paul going through my drawers and taking out the box. Obviously Jesse saw this because I opened my eyes and saw his eyes flash dangerously, almost feral. Suddenly, he embraced me possessively and muttered things in my hair. I glanced at the clock. Five thirty.

"How could he?"-Spanish and more Spanish. Before I knew it, I backed away and looked up into his eyes. He looked embarrassed and his beautiful eyes looked bold. His breath was so real and I didn't see it coming. He held my hands in one strong hand and his other one cupped the side of my face tendering. I waited with baited breath. Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his mouth. I felt our lips collide and instantly, I wrapped my arms around me as his warm lips covered mine. It happened so fast. It felt like forever and when I got up I felt lightheaded. I looked at the clock; five forty.

Whoa...

"Jesse, what am I going to do?"

Jesse whispered something in my ear. His breath tickled my earlobe and I almost didn't catch what he said: "I have an idea; let's visit Crissi."

"…what?"

Suddenly, I didn't feel so happy.

"Wait!" I realized something. "What do you MEAN Crissi taught you?" She just ruined the mood. The very thought of her made me upset. Jesse looked down and didn't talk.

""You should take lessons from her, not Paul."

I sighed and rushed past him and grabbed my Jimmy Choos.

I was pissed. Who is this slut? Ruining our moment when she's not even here.

Really, who is she?

A/N: Ok, that's it so far, is it good?