Ch 14 Mall Madness
A/N: Hey people! I'm like, updating this story everyday, sorry for that long delay; my computer was like...weird...and it still is.
Please READ AND REVIEW!!
Oh, and should I make a sequel?
I was reading my reviews and I realize that Jesselvr is right; my story is confusing in that one chapter with the dream; I'll explain. That dream, with her seeing Father Dom and Jesse talking, was kind of like a metaphor and a vision in essence. The dream was what basically was going to happen or already did just she wasn't there; the Holy Water Father Dom poured was when he spilled it. You get the idea I hope, if not, write an e-mail and I'll try to "unclear" it. : D
Also, Ch 13 where she's reading his diary? Yeah, that first thing is a poem that turned out bad when this got on the site; it was supposed to be divided and poemish.
The entry ends at "Signed, Jesse PS, God, help me; what should I tell Susannah? And give me the will to RESIST TEMPTAION!" then its Suze feeling a tear go down her cheek.
Sorry, just continue reading this if you hate me blabbing.
Jesse's POV
I woke up to find the window open and Susannah sleeping soundly. I looked around, confused at first but then I realized that, I, Hector de Silva was alive. I was on top of my blanket, with Susannah bundled up inside my covers. I got up gingerly, not trying to wake her up, tucked her in tighter, and kissed her cheek lightly. She was so pure and sweet, like a virgin angel. Let's pray that it stays that way. I love you, Susannah, I would never dishonor you-unless, you had other plans. I glanced at the clock; 5:37 a.m.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth with this new Crest toothbrush and Crest orange flavored toothpaste (It tasted better than the toothpaste I use to use) and I showered quickly and wore a t-shirt and khaki pants and came out to find Susannah still sleeping. Honestly, she is such a sound sleeper. I resisted the urge to kiss her and walked to my drawer.
I opened my new drawer and took out my journal which I heavily bound with duct tape and string. I took the key and opened it and started writing the first thing that came to my mind;
I love Susannah Simon.
I continued writing in this lowly, loving, as if in a romance novel fashion until I noticed something; a strand of long, brown hair in between the pages of my first two entries. I picked it up gently and stared at it, and then I realized something;
Susannah LIED to me. But I still love her.
Before I could ask her, I heard her muttering in her sleep and I started listening.
"Jesse! Help me!" she cried and started twisting around and she got all tangled in my sheets.
Should I wake her from this nightmare? I decided to wait a little, to punish her a tiny bit for reading my diary...
She was writhing violently and thrashing around and kicking and screaming, "I hate you! I hate you! I don't love you, I love Jesse-yes that bastard I love him and you can't stop me. GET AWAY FROM ME PAUL!" I quickly ran to her side and started shaking her.
But she said in her dream that she loved me, was it a lie to get Paul to stop doing whatever he was doing?
"Susannah! Wake up! What's wrong?"
"GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" she said with her eyes closed. Did she mean me or Paul?
"Susannah! Stop, wake up, it's Jesse!" I gently slapped her face. It wasn't working. I pulled back her eyelid to see her beautiful green eyes dart around madly in her head. Was she possessed? This whole time, Susannah merely said, "Stop slapping me you little freak."
I ran to the bathroom, poured warm water into my cup, hurried back and dumped the water on her face.
It didn't work. Susannah started sweating.
I had one last idea which I regretted later; I ran downstairs, got two ice cubes and came back. I turned her over on her back and slid them into her shirt. Then I flipped her over again and waited a minute. She gave a yelp and woke up and slapped me broadside on my face, hand, and arms until it started to sting. I can tell you one thing and it is that you do not mess with Susannah Simon or put ice cubes into her shirt.
"Oh shit! Cold and wet! Jesse?" she stopped slapping me, jumped up and glared at me, then relaxed a little. "It's you, right?" she asked fearfully, her eyes looking all over her room. "Not Paul?" Her chest kept rising and falling as if she ran all the way from California to Maine.
"Not Paul. Susannah, what's wrong? What happened?" I asked as I rubbed my aching body parts. I winced.
She brushed herself off a little but you could see her shirt sticking to her skin. "What are you talking about?" she feigned innocence and pulled her hair back but some still clung to her face.
I started feeling exasperated, first she slapped me, and then she lies, again. "You know perfectly well what I mean; you were talking in your sleep. What did you dream?" I didn't want to add the part where she said she loved me; it was just an act, right?
"You HEARD? Oh, that, well, I had a dream that I was supposed to go somewhere with Cee, then Paul kidnapped me and started to rape me and later we had a boy. It was horrible. The kid was a mimic of Paul and it was TERRIBLE! And he was slapping me and touching me and then I shouted things like stop slapping me" and such. That's basically all I dreamed." She said quickly with a look that seemed as if she were revisiting her dream.
I didn't want to press the matter. "Oh, do you want to-brush your teeth now or something?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll go do that I guess, I have morning breath." she said incoherently. She gave a fleeting look in the calendar's direction, it was Thursday. Then she gave a cry that made me jump. I thought she was going to attack me again for some reason.
"YES! I GET MY STITCHES OUT TODAY in the morning! I love my metabolism." She shouted gleefully and ran to the bathroom. She came out a second later wearing sweat pants and a tank top. "Let's go now. We have an hour but I want to walk."
I looked at her as if she were crazy. "You want to WALK? In your situation?"
She nodded.
"Yeah, sure, come on, I feel like getting a pizza or something and then we can go to the mall." She pulled me to the door. "Please? Come on, for me." Puppy dog look.
"No, absolutely not, we should go with your mother at seven."
Susannah gave me a look that could kill.
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I am such a weakling.
Why do women have such POWER over me?!
We walked; actually, I carried her most of the way but still; WE walked.
"No buts," Susannah had said. She had dragged me downstairs into the kitchen where I had the first breakfast since I was reincarnated; scrambled eggs and orange juice. (Prepared by Susannah Simon) Then querida scribbled down on a post-it note;
Went for a walk with Jesse, we are heading to the doctor's. Be back at six, no later than twelve. (PS, we're going to the mall)
"We are?" I had asked. She nodded as if I were a chimpanzee. "I'm meeting Cee Cee at nine."
Then we went out the door, after I brought a wallet with me. Don't ask how I got money and an account, I just magically found out that I was a billionaire. (THANK YOU GOD) I didn't want too much money, but at least it was enough for an eighteen year old to get started on. (A/N: I don't want Jesse to be too old and in college; I want him to be in all of Suze's classes so I made him eighteen instead of twenty, got a problem? Also, Susannah's going to be a senior)
"So," Susannah pulled me out of my thoughts as we rounded the bend.
"So," I replied. Father Dominic told me to try and talk like modern day people which I find very hard.
"Do you have any plans? I mean, are you going to stay in my room forever?" she asked.
I shook my head. I love Susannah; I didn't want to leave Susannah...
"I've been searching for houses and I found a beautiful mansion on the coast, by the beach and your school. Not too far away from here; five minutes away. Should I buy it? Its five hundred thousand dollars but I don't want to use my money up yet." It was beautiful, but $500,000?! And that didn't count the customized things!
She stared at me in awe. "Is it nice? What's in it?" she asked.
I grudgingly pulled out the battered brochure out of my back pocket. I really didn't want to leave the company of Susannah though. I love her, no wait, not love her, I am OBSESSED with her, see what women do to men?
She flipped it open and started reading as we walked (I finally let her walk)
"Wow, Jesse, this is GREAT! Ocean view. Ten bedrooms, seven bathrooms, all have a Jacuzzi in them and shower room, a dining room, kitchen, laundry room, living room, family room, study, wow, this is great! Jesse, you should buy this house, it's a great deal!"
I shrugged. "I suppose, do you want to look at it now? It's not done being built, but it's on the way to the hospital. I placed "dibs" on it so we'll see."
She nodded. "Let's go then."
We walked towards the front porch of the large mansion. It was huge. As soon as we stepped in, we saw a giant staircase and chandelier. I breathed in the scent of fresh wood. Although it wasn't done being built, it had all these supplement already, counting the chandelier, carpeting, fireplace, marble, etc. Susannah was right; it was beautiful, yet I didn't want to live in such a big house alone...
Especially without Susannah.
"Can we go upstairs?" Susannah asked.
I said sure and we went upstairs. The first room was the master bedroom. It was perfect for a couple; it was painted a light blue, it had a huge space for a large king sized bed, high ceiling, a window seat, large windows, a balcony, and a large bathroom. One giant tub with all these taps protruding out of it and a shower room with tinted windows and the restroom even had its own special room. The bathroom's walls were painted in an ocean pattern, the doorknobs were seashells, the restroom was shaped like a dolphin, the curtain was an ocean, and everything was related to the ocean, just outside the window.
"Whoa..." whispered Susannah. I had to agree. It was perfect. Even the doors were real wood.
We went into the next room. It was all pink and red and had hearts all over it. It was just like the master bedroom, just smaller and this window was COLOSSAL and faced the street and didn't have curtains yet. We were standing right in front of it and when we looked outside, you could see her house, the school, and many other buildings and people were walking outside.
"Can we go?" I asked. I was getting uncomfortable.
"Yeah, sure...so Jesse, do you like the house?" she asked.
I didn't want to answer her for some reason so I shrugged and turned around, only to be turned back around by Susannah.
"Oh no you don't... you're not telling me something. What is it?"
I looked at her eyes, querida's ojos esmeralda verdes hermosos. Then I did something that I didn't mean to, I suppose I got the better of myself.
It was like in slow motion; I felt myself lower my mouth and then we kissed. I felt Susannah put her arms around my neck and we started kissing rather passionately.
NO! I screamed in my head. DON'T DO THIS TO SUSANNAH; SHE DOESN'T DESERVE YOU, JESSE! I didn't want to kiss her, not because I don't want to but because I didn't think she'd like that and I didn't want to seem too forward.
But Susannah didn't mind. When I tried to pull back she kept kissing me until I gave in. I put half my emotions (Which is quite a bit, enough to send my tongue down her throat) for Susannah in that kiss.
I heard someone hooting outside and I looked out the window. It was Adam, Susannah's friend. She quickly stopped and ran down the stairs and slammed shut the door. I raced after her and when we were walking, I kept apologizing over and over again until she told me to shut up. I did. I checked my watch; it was 6:54 and the appointment was at seven. I grabbed Susannah's hand and we both ran to the hospital.
Suze's POV
As the doctors took out my stitches, I thought of that house and Jesse kissing me.
It was as if there was mistletoe hanging over us and as a custom, we kissed. But Jesse seemed to WANT to kiss me. For real, he slowly bent down and kissed me. I don't want to get into detail, but all I can say that it was a full-fledged French.
Okay, I want to give detail.
I was just staring into his HOT, and I mean super FINE dark pools of eyes when he bent down. My mouth was slightly open when he kissed me and then I found another tongue in my mouth. It was very Crest and all. And instead of me biting Jesse's tongue, I let him and I threw my arms around his neck like in those romance movies and then I hear hooting. I reluctantly break off and get the shock of a lifetime; Adam SAW me KISSING Jesse. Actually, Jesse was kissing me but that wasn't the point! The point is that Adam SAW ME, okay? Now he's going to tell Cee that I kissed a guy which is so not true; Jesse kissed me and I let him. He looked rather shocked but then got the better of himself and he started to laugh himself silly, pointing and going all red in the face cackling like some evil dude, which he was at the moment.
What a mood spoiler.
I mean, here's a perfectly HOT Latino dude frenching you and then who comes along? ADAM! It's like, DAMN!!!!!
Okay, new subject, that one is depressing. (DOES JESSE LIKE ME?!) That house is awesome. The master bedroom is awesome, especially the ocean (Hey! I like the ocean) as well as the house. I really wish I could live in that. I don't see why that Jesse doesn't want it, does he LIKE living in my house? Will he go back to ghost form if he leaves it?
"Okay Susannah, all done. Hope to see you again in a "less than critical situation"."
I nodded and left with Jesse.
"Jesse, let's go to the mall now, it's-" I looked at the clock on the wall in the waiting room. "8:34, Cee Cee is probably waiting for us by now."
He nodded and we walked to the mall. I really needed to buy a dress. You see, it's a "pool party" but I've learned better; wear something nice, then CHANGE INTO a swimsuit because normally, these Californians like to show off their houses by using their hot tubs, their new dance floor complete with a live band and DJ, then you swim in their new twenty foot pool, complete with a water slide and diving board even if they already have one that's indoors.
Honestly, these Californians; so predictable.
The mall loomed in front of us and I've realized that I'm not so mall phobic, mean, this is California; we're supposed to worship malls.
So let's see, review my list of shopping materials and things to do (Did I bring my purse?):
Buy a nice, hundred dollar dress so then I can wear it to the party AND the prom (Hey! It's not THAT long from today!) Plus, it's GOT TO BE CUTE
Buy matching shoes so I can brag it off to Kelly and Debbie with my OWN money! (Ever since last year summer, I never did use up that babysitting cash from Pebble Beach were I met *Ugh*, Paulinator. (Which I'll probably end up forgetting.)
Buy matching jewelry from California's finest (Consisting of a necklace, bracelet, rings, earrings, etc.)
Get my ears pierced once since the other ones vanished (Maybe I should get a stud...)
Ask Jesse if he wants to come with me (A definite No NO)
Search for HOTTIES (For Cee, not me, I'm already taken : D)
Find Cee and go into Victoria's Secret to buy panties and pantyhose and a two-piece for the pool somewhere else
Buy a yoga mat so I can "MMMMMMMMMMMM" and meditate.
Get a drill (So I can bust into Jesse's diary, honestly, he like, permanently bound it!)
And last but not least;
Avoid Paul if he's here
Oh brother...
We went inside the mall and I felt my head swim. The mall is HUGE! Where do I go? I was about to drag Jesse off to search for Cee Cee when I heard her call my name.
"YO SUSANNAH, HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
We both turned around to see Cee Cee with a cute, long sleeved shirt and black flairs. She ran towards us and stopped breathless. After a minute, she looked at me, then Jesse. Behind her tinted glasses, I could see her violet eyes give a quizzical look in my direction.
"Suze, am I missing something? Okay, firstly, who in God's name is he? And secondly, what are you not telling me?"
I felt myself flush. "Cee Cee, meet Jesse de Silva, Jesse? This is Cee Cee Webb, my best friend."
"Hi, how are you, Cee Cee?" Jesse said kindly, thrusting his hand towards her. She shook it automatically while staring at me.
She mouthed at me, "THE JESSE?" I nodded. Then she mouthed, "I thought he was dead and a ghost?"
I mouthed back, "I'll explain at the party since we won't be doing anything."
She coughed and then said rather loudly, "So, JESSE, s'up? How do you like Suze's house?"
I jabbed her in the ribs. Jesse smiled and said, "I like living in Susannah's house, since, I don't have a family of my own. She's a great roommate and we spend a lot of time talking."
NO, NO, NO!!! Jesse was NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT!
Cee Cee's eyes widened. "YOU TWO ARE ROOMMATES? I see...Suze, you own me a big explanation and detail."
I slapped her arm and then clapped my hands together. "So, can we shop now that we've got the intros?"
And we did, and the first place we went was Sears. We went into the tools section and I bought a nice, heavy duty drill which I claimed was for Andy. One thing off my list, nine more to go...
Then we went to the other side of the mall to a dress store that we could try on dresses. We ran inside of it, trying to find the perfect dress, leaving Jesse to be the judge.
I picked out ten different dresses, all of different styles and colors and Cee Cee did too.
We raced into the dressing room and the first dress I tried on was a nice, white one, non-bridal looking and very cute. It was strapless and have diamonds all over it, real diamonds (A/N: I know, unreal, fancy dresses with gems that you can try on, I don't think so, then again, Carmel's a pretty safe town) and the back was all the way to my waist and showed a great deal of my back. It was up to my ankles and was gorgeous. The neck was a V, all the way to show some, err...cleavage. I studied myself in the mirror and I looked way too pale though. I seemed to have lost my tan since I got stabbed. I fact, I was almost as light as Cee Cee!
I opened my door up and walked out to model for Jesse, Cee Cee did too; she was wearing a skimpy, bright pink dress which I found gaudy.
Jesse studied our outfits, said no to Cee Cee's flamingo dress, and turned to me. He twirled me around a bit and said he'd think about and I should try on other outfits. I did. The next dress was super ugly, as was the next five. It was like No, no, no, no. For a 1800s guy, he sure did have good taste. So I had tried on seven dresses and needed three more. No, no, n- then I wore the last dress.
It was all a springish minty green, very light in color and awesome! It had two inch sleeves that were off the shoulder to reveal my nice shoulders, the neck was just below my collarbone and elegantly designed to give me a poised look and it had a little peek-hole thingy on the chest. It was silk and smooth, fluttery and made me feel cool and light (Not the sunglasses cool, the hot cold cool) the bottom was flowing and flaired like some tango dancer dress (You know how it's got that weird ripple thing?) and the top for my body was tight as was around my hips and it had no back. It was beautiful, yet tight, but I could still breathe, I think. I stepped out to show Jesse.
"Well? How do I look?" I gave a twirl and I heard Jesse suck in breath.
"Nombre de Dios! Susannah, you look beautiful!" he cried.
"You really think so? So should I get this or the white one?" I asked as I checked the price; on clearance, fifty percent off, so the price would go to $200.00.
Cee Cee came out with a beautiful light violet dress on that matched her eyes perfectly; they were the same shade of purple.
"OH MY GOD!" we both shrieked.
"You look gorgeous!" she said to me, shaking her head in awe. "No guy can say no to you."
"Same to you, you look dazzling! Adam is SO going to fall for you!" I screamed.
"Really?" she studied the back of her dress by pulling up her blonde hair to reveal her pale skin.
"Get it!" I commanded. She nodded and went back into the dressing room to change back into her normal wear.
"Should I get this now? I might not be able to afford shoes-"
"DON'T YOU DARE NOT GET IT! IT'S AWESOME AND BEAUTIFUL AND REALLY BRINGS OUT YOUR EYES, AND LOOKS SUPER GREAT ON YOU; ASK JESSE TOO IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME!"
I turned to Jesse. "Well? Should I get it?"
Jesse, too stunned to talk, nodded vigorously. I muttered Mediocrity and read his thoughts, he was thinking along the lines of, "NOMBRE DE DIOS! SHE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL! She's BEAUTIFUL!" and the rest was all Spanish that I didn't freaking get but I knew I was getting this dress.
Two things of my list, eight left to do...
We bought the dresses and headed to a jeweler. I counted my money and I had five hundred left, plus my mom's credit card since she let me borrow it (Actually...)
We browsed the place, pointing to things and asking Jesse's opinion; we all learned that Jesse had a great sense of taste, so did I, I guess, since Cee Cee then went up to me and said, "Wish I were you Suze; great taste, the looks, the cash, not the albino, everything."
"What? ME? Yeah right," I said. "Hey look-that's a cute necklace!"
We came out, half an hour later, both with bulging shopping bags and my ears pierced. I had bought the perfect necklace and matching earrings, bracelet and rings; they were all emeralds, and all had this looping pattern going around them. It was so perfect, I couldn't resist mate! (I know, totally Jack Sparrow-ish) The earrings hung and dangled around and the ring was super cool!
Cee Cee bought this purple necklace and bracelet shaped into hearts that were a bit darker than her eyes but they were still cute.
Then we went into "Yoga Insanity" and there I got my yoga mat and even a yoga ball for exercise and crap and right next to it was the Victoria's Secret for clothes, not perfume.
We left Jesse outside and then we both stepped inside to be greeted by a clerk, "HI! Welcome to Victoria's Secret; buy six panties, get six free! That counts thongs too all at a low price!"
Uh, no thanks...
Cee Cee and I both bought twelve panties (Hey! They were on sale, what can I say? I can't resist polka-dotted underwear, and we did NOT buy thongs) and six pantyhose thingies, three tan ones for me since that would look super funky on my dear albino friend and three pale ones while Cee got all these pale, white pantyhose.
I'd mistaken her skin for her pantyhose and when she was what I thought wearing them I said, "Dude, Cee, don't get those, they look really bad." She glared at me and said, "It's my REAL skin."
Oops...
Then we went into some weird Pacific store and we both leafed through the bikini isle. I wanted a two-piece since the other one was getting tight...
Cee Cee shouted my name and I ran towards her to see her holding up two bikinis. (And you know bikinis...) One was dark purple with a sunset and black palm trees (what's with all the purple?) with yellow tie-ons for the top and bottom piece (A/N: hey, those two colors actually look cool, my friend owns one like that) with the words, "California" on the butt and the other was a dark green with a snake scale pattern on it and it was tie on with all the little bows you need to tie real tight and the tie ons were spaghetti strapped and black, same with the bottom piece except it wasn't skimpy but good enough to at least stay on my butt.
With a quick awesome as a weirdo stared at us, we both bought those two bikinis and headed out the store.
Now I had just one major thing left to do; ask Jesse if he wanted to come with me to the party. We went into the food court since it was five o' clock for dinner.
"Jesse? May I ask a favor?" I asked. He looked into my eyes and nodded. Well, here goes nothing! "Do you want to go to the party with me tomorrow?" I said slowly. Jesse stared at me then a grin burst across his face.
"Sure, why not, do I have to dress up?" he asked. I sighed a sigh of relief. HE SAID YES!
JESSE SAID HE'D COME WTH ME TO THE PARTY TOMORROW!!!
"No, just bring swim trunks and something else to wear over it."
I was about to order my food when I noticed something; I didn't have my purse! Aw Shit!
I felt my pockets seeing if I took my wallet out.
"Err, Jesse? I'll be right back; I think left my purse back in Victoria's Secret."
He nodded and I left after telling Cee Cee that I'll be right back and if it gets past five fifteen that she should leave me alone and I reminded her to give my shopping stuff to Jesse.
She said okay and then I left in frenzy. Hmmm, weird, I remember having it with me the whole time, did I leave it in the shopping bag and I just reacted too much?
Before I could turn around and head back, I was hit hard in the back of my head then punched in the eye. I felt the person go behind me and grab my wrist.
I heard a cackle and the word, "Gotcha ."
I spun around and punched whoever it was and I heard nasal cartilage crack. Then I punched their larynx. Everything was all fuzzy and it was getting hard to see. I saw that the person was wearing black and had hit the ground. I trembled slightly and ran away from the site where a person was wearing black was just punched in the nose and throat. I turned the corner, trying to get back to the food court when I was tripped. I shut my eyes. Great, I'm going blind and I'm going to break my back, brilliant.
I fell to the ground on my back and felt the wind get knocked out of me. I opened my eyes to see a familiar face that I didn't want to see.
It was Paul Slater.
Paul alert, Paul Alert, PAUL ALERT!!!!
He was about to punch me when I flung my leg up (Hey, I am double jointed, remember?) and sent him flying but not for long. I got up gingerly and then started running away from Paul.
Just run away from him and you'll lose him, he's just stalking you, that's all...
I heard footsteps; he was following me!
I dodged behind people and skirted around people, trying to get away from Paul, trying to run away from-
WHAM!!!!
I felt someone punch the sensitive part of my back and then push a pressure point. I froze with terror and I was temporarily paralyzed for a second and I fell down. I groaned and looked up.
It was Biker Bob. He was grinning. "Hey Paul, I've got 'er!" he said, of course, no on heard him.
No one saw him as he came, no one saw him as he walked over to me, no one saw Paul as he slugged me and no one saw as he carried me over his back.
"You're coming with us," he said. I started to kick and scream but no one was at this end of the mall since they were starting to close, it was 5:30 and everyone took a break.
"You're not going to get away with this! Jesse will go home and tell my mom and they'll start looking for me." I screamed.
Paul gave me a bored look. "Jesse won't run home, he'll look for you then run home after six. I'll be keeping you until six and then I'll let you go," -I felt my eyes go wide-"Since I can't HAVE your love by being nice, I'll have to MAKE you love me now won't I?"
I tried to punch him, but it was kind of hard since I was on his shoulder, on my back so I closed my eyes and opened them to see an upside down BMW.
Oh God...
JESSE!!!!! I was about to scream that but then I got knocked out.
Oh shit.
A/N: Heh heh...now what will Paul do I wonder...please review! The next chapter is a little extreme I highly advise you to think about it before you read it, thank you! Bit of a heads up.
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A/N: Hey people! I'm like, updating this story everyday, sorry for that long delay; my computer was like...weird...and it still is.
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Oh, and should I make a sequel?
I was reading my reviews and I realize that Jesselvr is right; my story is confusing in that one chapter with the dream; I'll explain. That dream, with her seeing Father Dom and Jesse talking, was kind of like a metaphor and a vision in essence. The dream was what basically was going to happen or already did just she wasn't there; the Holy Water Father Dom poured was when he spilled it. You get the idea I hope, if not, write an e-mail and I'll try to "unclear" it. : D
Also, Ch 13 where she's reading his diary? Yeah, that first thing is a poem that turned out bad when this got on the site; it was supposed to be divided and poemish.
The entry ends at "Signed, Jesse PS, God, help me; what should I tell Susannah? And give me the will to RESIST TEMPTAION!" then its Suze feeling a tear go down her cheek.
Sorry, just continue reading this if you hate me blabbing.
Jesse's POV
I woke up to find the window open and Susannah sleeping soundly. I looked around, confused at first but then I realized that, I, Hector de Silva was alive. I was on top of my blanket, with Susannah bundled up inside my covers. I got up gingerly, not trying to wake her up, tucked her in tighter, and kissed her cheek lightly. She was so pure and sweet, like a virgin angel. Let's pray that it stays that way. I love you, Susannah, I would never dishonor you-unless, you had other plans. I glanced at the clock; 5:37 a.m.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth with this new Crest toothbrush and Crest orange flavored toothpaste (It tasted better than the toothpaste I use to use) and I showered quickly and wore a t-shirt and khaki pants and came out to find Susannah still sleeping. Honestly, she is such a sound sleeper. I resisted the urge to kiss her and walked to my drawer.
I opened my new drawer and took out my journal which I heavily bound with duct tape and string. I took the key and opened it and started writing the first thing that came to my mind;
I love Susannah Simon.
I continued writing in this lowly, loving, as if in a romance novel fashion until I noticed something; a strand of long, brown hair in between the pages of my first two entries. I picked it up gently and stared at it, and then I realized something;
Susannah LIED to me. But I still love her.
Before I could ask her, I heard her muttering in her sleep and I started listening.
"Jesse! Help me!" she cried and started twisting around and she got all tangled in my sheets.
Should I wake her from this nightmare? I decided to wait a little, to punish her a tiny bit for reading my diary...
She was writhing violently and thrashing around and kicking and screaming, "I hate you! I hate you! I don't love you, I love Jesse-yes that bastard I love him and you can't stop me. GET AWAY FROM ME PAUL!" I quickly ran to her side and started shaking her.
But she said in her dream that she loved me, was it a lie to get Paul to stop doing whatever he was doing?
"Susannah! Wake up! What's wrong?"
"GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH ME!" she said with her eyes closed. Did she mean me or Paul?
"Susannah! Stop, wake up, it's Jesse!" I gently slapped her face. It wasn't working. I pulled back her eyelid to see her beautiful green eyes dart around madly in her head. Was she possessed? This whole time, Susannah merely said, "Stop slapping me you little freak."
I ran to the bathroom, poured warm water into my cup, hurried back and dumped the water on her face.
It didn't work. Susannah started sweating.
I had one last idea which I regretted later; I ran downstairs, got two ice cubes and came back. I turned her over on her back and slid them into her shirt. Then I flipped her over again and waited a minute. She gave a yelp and woke up and slapped me broadside on my face, hand, and arms until it started to sting. I can tell you one thing and it is that you do not mess with Susannah Simon or put ice cubes into her shirt.
"Oh shit! Cold and wet! Jesse?" she stopped slapping me, jumped up and glared at me, then relaxed a little. "It's you, right?" she asked fearfully, her eyes looking all over her room. "Not Paul?" Her chest kept rising and falling as if she ran all the way from California to Maine.
"Not Paul. Susannah, what's wrong? What happened?" I asked as I rubbed my aching body parts. I winced.
She brushed herself off a little but you could see her shirt sticking to her skin. "What are you talking about?" she feigned innocence and pulled her hair back but some still clung to her face.
I started feeling exasperated, first she slapped me, and then she lies, again. "You know perfectly well what I mean; you were talking in your sleep. What did you dream?" I didn't want to add the part where she said she loved me; it was just an act, right?
"You HEARD? Oh, that, well, I had a dream that I was supposed to go somewhere with Cee, then Paul kidnapped me and started to rape me and later we had a boy. It was horrible. The kid was a mimic of Paul and it was TERRIBLE! And he was slapping me and touching me and then I shouted things like stop slapping me" and such. That's basically all I dreamed." She said quickly with a look that seemed as if she were revisiting her dream.
I didn't want to press the matter. "Oh, do you want to-brush your teeth now or something?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll go do that I guess, I have morning breath." she said incoherently. She gave a fleeting look in the calendar's direction, it was Thursday. Then she gave a cry that made me jump. I thought she was going to attack me again for some reason.
"YES! I GET MY STITCHES OUT TODAY in the morning! I love my metabolism." She shouted gleefully and ran to the bathroom. She came out a second later wearing sweat pants and a tank top. "Let's go now. We have an hour but I want to walk."
I looked at her as if she were crazy. "You want to WALK? In your situation?"
She nodded.
"Yeah, sure, come on, I feel like getting a pizza or something and then we can go to the mall." She pulled me to the door. "Please? Come on, for me." Puppy dog look.
"No, absolutely not, we should go with your mother at seven."
Susannah gave me a look that could kill.
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I am such a weakling.
Why do women have such POWER over me?!
We walked; actually, I carried her most of the way but still; WE walked.
"No buts," Susannah had said. She had dragged me downstairs into the kitchen where I had the first breakfast since I was reincarnated; scrambled eggs and orange juice. (Prepared by Susannah Simon) Then querida scribbled down on a post-it note;
Went for a walk with Jesse, we are heading to the doctor's. Be back at six, no later than twelve. (PS, we're going to the mall)
"We are?" I had asked. She nodded as if I were a chimpanzee. "I'm meeting Cee Cee at nine."
Then we went out the door, after I brought a wallet with me. Don't ask how I got money and an account, I just magically found out that I was a billionaire. (THANK YOU GOD) I didn't want too much money, but at least it was enough for an eighteen year old to get started on. (A/N: I don't want Jesse to be too old and in college; I want him to be in all of Suze's classes so I made him eighteen instead of twenty, got a problem? Also, Susannah's going to be a senior)
"So," Susannah pulled me out of my thoughts as we rounded the bend.
"So," I replied. Father Dominic told me to try and talk like modern day people which I find very hard.
"Do you have any plans? I mean, are you going to stay in my room forever?" she asked.
I shook my head. I love Susannah; I didn't want to leave Susannah...
"I've been searching for houses and I found a beautiful mansion on the coast, by the beach and your school. Not too far away from here; five minutes away. Should I buy it? Its five hundred thousand dollars but I don't want to use my money up yet." It was beautiful, but $500,000?! And that didn't count the customized things!
She stared at me in awe. "Is it nice? What's in it?" she asked.
I grudgingly pulled out the battered brochure out of my back pocket. I really didn't want to leave the company of Susannah though. I love her, no wait, not love her, I am OBSESSED with her, see what women do to men?
She flipped it open and started reading as we walked (I finally let her walk)
"Wow, Jesse, this is GREAT! Ocean view. Ten bedrooms, seven bathrooms, all have a Jacuzzi in them and shower room, a dining room, kitchen, laundry room, living room, family room, study, wow, this is great! Jesse, you should buy this house, it's a great deal!"
I shrugged. "I suppose, do you want to look at it now? It's not done being built, but it's on the way to the hospital. I placed "dibs" on it so we'll see."
She nodded. "Let's go then."
We walked towards the front porch of the large mansion. It was huge. As soon as we stepped in, we saw a giant staircase and chandelier. I breathed in the scent of fresh wood. Although it wasn't done being built, it had all these supplement already, counting the chandelier, carpeting, fireplace, marble, etc. Susannah was right; it was beautiful, yet I didn't want to live in such a big house alone...
Especially without Susannah.
"Can we go upstairs?" Susannah asked.
I said sure and we went upstairs. The first room was the master bedroom. It was perfect for a couple; it was painted a light blue, it had a huge space for a large king sized bed, high ceiling, a window seat, large windows, a balcony, and a large bathroom. One giant tub with all these taps protruding out of it and a shower room with tinted windows and the restroom even had its own special room. The bathroom's walls were painted in an ocean pattern, the doorknobs were seashells, the restroom was shaped like a dolphin, the curtain was an ocean, and everything was related to the ocean, just outside the window.
"Whoa..." whispered Susannah. I had to agree. It was perfect. Even the doors were real wood.
We went into the next room. It was all pink and red and had hearts all over it. It was just like the master bedroom, just smaller and this window was COLOSSAL and faced the street and didn't have curtains yet. We were standing right in front of it and when we looked outside, you could see her house, the school, and many other buildings and people were walking outside.
"Can we go?" I asked. I was getting uncomfortable.
"Yeah, sure...so Jesse, do you like the house?" she asked.
I didn't want to answer her for some reason so I shrugged and turned around, only to be turned back around by Susannah.
"Oh no you don't... you're not telling me something. What is it?"
I looked at her eyes, querida's ojos esmeralda verdes hermosos. Then I did something that I didn't mean to, I suppose I got the better of myself.
It was like in slow motion; I felt myself lower my mouth and then we kissed. I felt Susannah put her arms around my neck and we started kissing rather passionately.
NO! I screamed in my head. DON'T DO THIS TO SUSANNAH; SHE DOESN'T DESERVE YOU, JESSE! I didn't want to kiss her, not because I don't want to but because I didn't think she'd like that and I didn't want to seem too forward.
But Susannah didn't mind. When I tried to pull back she kept kissing me until I gave in. I put half my emotions (Which is quite a bit, enough to send my tongue down her throat) for Susannah in that kiss.
I heard someone hooting outside and I looked out the window. It was Adam, Susannah's friend. She quickly stopped and ran down the stairs and slammed shut the door. I raced after her and when we were walking, I kept apologizing over and over again until she told me to shut up. I did. I checked my watch; it was 6:54 and the appointment was at seven. I grabbed Susannah's hand and we both ran to the hospital.
Suze's POV
As the doctors took out my stitches, I thought of that house and Jesse kissing me.
It was as if there was mistletoe hanging over us and as a custom, we kissed. But Jesse seemed to WANT to kiss me. For real, he slowly bent down and kissed me. I don't want to get into detail, but all I can say that it was a full-fledged French.
Okay, I want to give detail.
I was just staring into his HOT, and I mean super FINE dark pools of eyes when he bent down. My mouth was slightly open when he kissed me and then I found another tongue in my mouth. It was very Crest and all. And instead of me biting Jesse's tongue, I let him and I threw my arms around his neck like in those romance movies and then I hear hooting. I reluctantly break off and get the shock of a lifetime; Adam SAW me KISSING Jesse. Actually, Jesse was kissing me but that wasn't the point! The point is that Adam SAW ME, okay? Now he's going to tell Cee that I kissed a guy which is so not true; Jesse kissed me and I let him. He looked rather shocked but then got the better of himself and he started to laugh himself silly, pointing and going all red in the face cackling like some evil dude, which he was at the moment.
What a mood spoiler.
I mean, here's a perfectly HOT Latino dude frenching you and then who comes along? ADAM! It's like, DAMN!!!!!
Okay, new subject, that one is depressing. (DOES JESSE LIKE ME?!) That house is awesome. The master bedroom is awesome, especially the ocean (Hey! I like the ocean) as well as the house. I really wish I could live in that. I don't see why that Jesse doesn't want it, does he LIKE living in my house? Will he go back to ghost form if he leaves it?
"Okay Susannah, all done. Hope to see you again in a "less than critical situation"."
I nodded and left with Jesse.
"Jesse, let's go to the mall now, it's-" I looked at the clock on the wall in the waiting room. "8:34, Cee Cee is probably waiting for us by now."
He nodded and we walked to the mall. I really needed to buy a dress. You see, it's a "pool party" but I've learned better; wear something nice, then CHANGE INTO a swimsuit because normally, these Californians like to show off their houses by using their hot tubs, their new dance floor complete with a live band and DJ, then you swim in their new twenty foot pool, complete with a water slide and diving board even if they already have one that's indoors.
Honestly, these Californians; so predictable.
The mall loomed in front of us and I've realized that I'm not so mall phobic, mean, this is California; we're supposed to worship malls.
So let's see, review my list of shopping materials and things to do (Did I bring my purse?):
Buy a nice, hundred dollar dress so then I can wear it to the party AND the prom (Hey! It's not THAT long from today!) Plus, it's GOT TO BE CUTE
Buy matching shoes so I can brag it off to Kelly and Debbie with my OWN money! (Ever since last year summer, I never did use up that babysitting cash from Pebble Beach were I met *Ugh*, Paulinator. (Which I'll probably end up forgetting.)
Buy matching jewelry from California's finest (Consisting of a necklace, bracelet, rings, earrings, etc.)
Get my ears pierced once since the other ones vanished (Maybe I should get a stud...)
Ask Jesse if he wants to come with me (A definite No NO)
Search for HOTTIES (For Cee, not me, I'm already taken : D)
Find Cee and go into Victoria's Secret to buy panties and pantyhose and a two-piece for the pool somewhere else
Buy a yoga mat so I can "MMMMMMMMMMMM" and meditate.
Get a drill (So I can bust into Jesse's diary, honestly, he like, permanently bound it!)
And last but not least;
Avoid Paul if he's here
Oh brother...
We went inside the mall and I felt my head swim. The mall is HUGE! Where do I go? I was about to drag Jesse off to search for Cee Cee when I heard her call my name.
"YO SUSANNAH, HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
We both turned around to see Cee Cee with a cute, long sleeved shirt and black flairs. She ran towards us and stopped breathless. After a minute, she looked at me, then Jesse. Behind her tinted glasses, I could see her violet eyes give a quizzical look in my direction.
"Suze, am I missing something? Okay, firstly, who in God's name is he? And secondly, what are you not telling me?"
I felt myself flush. "Cee Cee, meet Jesse de Silva, Jesse? This is Cee Cee Webb, my best friend."
"Hi, how are you, Cee Cee?" Jesse said kindly, thrusting his hand towards her. She shook it automatically while staring at me.
She mouthed at me, "THE JESSE?" I nodded. Then she mouthed, "I thought he was dead and a ghost?"
I mouthed back, "I'll explain at the party since we won't be doing anything."
She coughed and then said rather loudly, "So, JESSE, s'up? How do you like Suze's house?"
I jabbed her in the ribs. Jesse smiled and said, "I like living in Susannah's house, since, I don't have a family of my own. She's a great roommate and we spend a lot of time talking."
NO, NO, NO!!! Jesse was NOT SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT!
Cee Cee's eyes widened. "YOU TWO ARE ROOMMATES? I see...Suze, you own me a big explanation and detail."
I slapped her arm and then clapped my hands together. "So, can we shop now that we've got the intros?"
And we did, and the first place we went was Sears. We went into the tools section and I bought a nice, heavy duty drill which I claimed was for Andy. One thing off my list, nine more to go...
Then we went to the other side of the mall to a dress store that we could try on dresses. We ran inside of it, trying to find the perfect dress, leaving Jesse to be the judge.
I picked out ten different dresses, all of different styles and colors and Cee Cee did too.
We raced into the dressing room and the first dress I tried on was a nice, white one, non-bridal looking and very cute. It was strapless and have diamonds all over it, real diamonds (A/N: I know, unreal, fancy dresses with gems that you can try on, I don't think so, then again, Carmel's a pretty safe town) and the back was all the way to my waist and showed a great deal of my back. It was up to my ankles and was gorgeous. The neck was a V, all the way to show some, err...cleavage. I studied myself in the mirror and I looked way too pale though. I seemed to have lost my tan since I got stabbed. I fact, I was almost as light as Cee Cee!
I opened my door up and walked out to model for Jesse, Cee Cee did too; she was wearing a skimpy, bright pink dress which I found gaudy.
Jesse studied our outfits, said no to Cee Cee's flamingo dress, and turned to me. He twirled me around a bit and said he'd think about and I should try on other outfits. I did. The next dress was super ugly, as was the next five. It was like No, no, no, no. For a 1800s guy, he sure did have good taste. So I had tried on seven dresses and needed three more. No, no, n- then I wore the last dress.
It was all a springish minty green, very light in color and awesome! It had two inch sleeves that were off the shoulder to reveal my nice shoulders, the neck was just below my collarbone and elegantly designed to give me a poised look and it had a little peek-hole thingy on the chest. It was silk and smooth, fluttery and made me feel cool and light (Not the sunglasses cool, the hot cold cool) the bottom was flowing and flaired like some tango dancer dress (You know how it's got that weird ripple thing?) and the top for my body was tight as was around my hips and it had no back. It was beautiful, yet tight, but I could still breathe, I think. I stepped out to show Jesse.
"Well? How do I look?" I gave a twirl and I heard Jesse suck in breath.
"Nombre de Dios! Susannah, you look beautiful!" he cried.
"You really think so? So should I get this or the white one?" I asked as I checked the price; on clearance, fifty percent off, so the price would go to $200.00.
Cee Cee came out with a beautiful light violet dress on that matched her eyes perfectly; they were the same shade of purple.
"OH MY GOD!" we both shrieked.
"You look gorgeous!" she said to me, shaking her head in awe. "No guy can say no to you."
"Same to you, you look dazzling! Adam is SO going to fall for you!" I screamed.
"Really?" she studied the back of her dress by pulling up her blonde hair to reveal her pale skin.
"Get it!" I commanded. She nodded and went back into the dressing room to change back into her normal wear.
"Should I get this now? I might not be able to afford shoes-"
"DON'T YOU DARE NOT GET IT! IT'S AWESOME AND BEAUTIFUL AND REALLY BRINGS OUT YOUR EYES, AND LOOKS SUPER GREAT ON YOU; ASK JESSE TOO IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME!"
I turned to Jesse. "Well? Should I get it?"
Jesse, too stunned to talk, nodded vigorously. I muttered Mediocrity and read his thoughts, he was thinking along the lines of, "NOMBRE DE DIOS! SHE LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL! She's BEAUTIFUL!" and the rest was all Spanish that I didn't freaking get but I knew I was getting this dress.
Two things of my list, eight left to do...
We bought the dresses and headed to a jeweler. I counted my money and I had five hundred left, plus my mom's credit card since she let me borrow it (Actually...)
We browsed the place, pointing to things and asking Jesse's opinion; we all learned that Jesse had a great sense of taste, so did I, I guess, since Cee Cee then went up to me and said, "Wish I were you Suze; great taste, the looks, the cash, not the albino, everything."
"What? ME? Yeah right," I said. "Hey look-that's a cute necklace!"
We came out, half an hour later, both with bulging shopping bags and my ears pierced. I had bought the perfect necklace and matching earrings, bracelet and rings; they were all emeralds, and all had this looping pattern going around them. It was so perfect, I couldn't resist mate! (I know, totally Jack Sparrow-ish) The earrings hung and dangled around and the ring was super cool!
Cee Cee bought this purple necklace and bracelet shaped into hearts that were a bit darker than her eyes but they were still cute.
Then we went into "Yoga Insanity" and there I got my yoga mat and even a yoga ball for exercise and crap and right next to it was the Victoria's Secret for clothes, not perfume.
We left Jesse outside and then we both stepped inside to be greeted by a clerk, "HI! Welcome to Victoria's Secret; buy six panties, get six free! That counts thongs too all at a low price!"
Uh, no thanks...
Cee Cee and I both bought twelve panties (Hey! They were on sale, what can I say? I can't resist polka-dotted underwear, and we did NOT buy thongs) and six pantyhose thingies, three tan ones for me since that would look super funky on my dear albino friend and three pale ones while Cee got all these pale, white pantyhose.
I'd mistaken her skin for her pantyhose and when she was what I thought wearing them I said, "Dude, Cee, don't get those, they look really bad." She glared at me and said, "It's my REAL skin."
Oops...
Then we went into some weird Pacific store and we both leafed through the bikini isle. I wanted a two-piece since the other one was getting tight...
Cee Cee shouted my name and I ran towards her to see her holding up two bikinis. (And you know bikinis...) One was dark purple with a sunset and black palm trees (what's with all the purple?) with yellow tie-ons for the top and bottom piece (A/N: hey, those two colors actually look cool, my friend owns one like that) with the words, "California" on the butt and the other was a dark green with a snake scale pattern on it and it was tie on with all the little bows you need to tie real tight and the tie ons were spaghetti strapped and black, same with the bottom piece except it wasn't skimpy but good enough to at least stay on my butt.
With a quick awesome as a weirdo stared at us, we both bought those two bikinis and headed out the store.
Now I had just one major thing left to do; ask Jesse if he wanted to come with me to the party. We went into the food court since it was five o' clock for dinner.
"Jesse? May I ask a favor?" I asked. He looked into my eyes and nodded. Well, here goes nothing! "Do you want to go to the party with me tomorrow?" I said slowly. Jesse stared at me then a grin burst across his face.
"Sure, why not, do I have to dress up?" he asked. I sighed a sigh of relief. HE SAID YES!
JESSE SAID HE'D COME WTH ME TO THE PARTY TOMORROW!!!
"No, just bring swim trunks and something else to wear over it."
I was about to order my food when I noticed something; I didn't have my purse! Aw Shit!
I felt my pockets seeing if I took my wallet out.
"Err, Jesse? I'll be right back; I think left my purse back in Victoria's Secret."
He nodded and I left after telling Cee Cee that I'll be right back and if it gets past five fifteen that she should leave me alone and I reminded her to give my shopping stuff to Jesse.
She said okay and then I left in frenzy. Hmmm, weird, I remember having it with me the whole time, did I leave it in the shopping bag and I just reacted too much?
Before I could turn around and head back, I was hit hard in the back of my head then punched in the eye. I felt the person go behind me and grab my wrist.
I heard a cackle and the word, "Gotcha ."
I spun around and punched whoever it was and I heard nasal cartilage crack. Then I punched their larynx. Everything was all fuzzy and it was getting hard to see. I saw that the person was wearing black and had hit the ground. I trembled slightly and ran away from the site where a person was wearing black was just punched in the nose and throat. I turned the corner, trying to get back to the food court when I was tripped. I shut my eyes. Great, I'm going blind and I'm going to break my back, brilliant.
I fell to the ground on my back and felt the wind get knocked out of me. I opened my eyes to see a familiar face that I didn't want to see.
It was Paul Slater.
Paul alert, Paul Alert, PAUL ALERT!!!!
He was about to punch me when I flung my leg up (Hey, I am double jointed, remember?) and sent him flying but not for long. I got up gingerly and then started running away from Paul.
Just run away from him and you'll lose him, he's just stalking you, that's all...
I heard footsteps; he was following me!
I dodged behind people and skirted around people, trying to get away from Paul, trying to run away from-
WHAM!!!!
I felt someone punch the sensitive part of my back and then push a pressure point. I froze with terror and I was temporarily paralyzed for a second and I fell down. I groaned and looked up.
It was Biker Bob. He was grinning. "Hey Paul, I've got 'er!" he said, of course, no on heard him.
No one saw him as he came, no one saw him as he walked over to me, no one saw Paul as he slugged me and no one saw as he carried me over his back.
"You're coming with us," he said. I started to kick and scream but no one was at this end of the mall since they were starting to close, it was 5:30 and everyone took a break.
"You're not going to get away with this! Jesse will go home and tell my mom and they'll start looking for me." I screamed.
Paul gave me a bored look. "Jesse won't run home, he'll look for you then run home after six. I'll be keeping you until six and then I'll let you go," -I felt my eyes go wide-"Since I can't HAVE your love by being nice, I'll have to MAKE you love me now won't I?"
I tried to punch him, but it was kind of hard since I was on his shoulder, on my back so I closed my eyes and opened them to see an upside down BMW.
Oh God...
JESSE!!!!! I was about to scream that but then I got knocked out.
Oh shit.
A/N: Heh heh...now what will Paul do I wonder...please review! The next chapter is a little extreme I highly advise you to think about it before you read it, thank you! Bit of a heads up.
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