Many thanks to HappyDrummerGal, for inspiring the rest of these chapters...Instead of a one-shot, "The Secret Life Of Paul Slater" has been renamed "The Secret Lives of The Mediator Charactors" and will feature surprising secrets or something unexepected about each and every character we love to love!

Chapter 1: Paul Slater

Chapter 2: Brad Ackerman

Chapter 3: Suze Simon

Chapter 4: CeeCee Webb

Chapter 5: Jesse De Silva

Chapter 6: Adam McTavish

Chapter 7: Suze's Mom (Named Meg Ackerman, this time around)

Chapter 8: David Ackerman

Chapter 9: Jake Ackerman

Chapter 10: Andy Ackerman

Chapter 11: Peter Simon

Chapter 12: Father Dominic

In this chapter, we find out Brad is actually a pretty decent guy.

Brad's POV:

"Jesse, will you just stop ranting for one minute and listen to me?" I heard Suze yell from her room. Oh man, she is so busted for having that Jesse guy over!

"Susannah, how could you keep this from me?" Jesse sounded pissed beyond hell. "How can you go to that bastardo three times a week? How long has this been going on?"

"Jesse, I swear, it's only been going on for 2 weeks! And it's not like anything happened! I mean, yeah, sure, he's come on to me, but I- HEY! Don't you just up and leave in the middle of this conversation, buddy!" Suze yelled.

I figured the fight was over and went to the kitchen to get some grub. The night was a bust. Debbie called, I flirted, even though I was wishing Kelly'd pick up a phone and call. After we hung up, I blasted Marilyn Manson until Suze screeched that she couldn't hear herself think, and then I crashed until about 3 in the morning, when the love-birds (and by that, I mean Suze and this Jesse guy) woke me up.

I banged on Suze's door and told them to shut up or I'd tell her Mom. Suze yelled back that if I did that, she'd tell Dad that I'd been out partying at Kelly's, even though I was still grounded.

I figured it wouldn't hurt if her mom didn't know this time. I only had a few more days left of being grounded, I didn't want Dad to find out and tack on more time. Even still, before I left, I yelled through the door for Jesse to use a condom if he planned on screwing Suze. Only I didn't say screwing.

I'd barely gotten into my room before Suze came storming in, and then proceeded to beat the shit out of me for that comment. Man, I way underestimated her. The next morning, I had several bruises worthy of being given by the wrestling team. Some were worse than the ones from my wrestling teammates.

Basically, I was weak. Whatever. I let Kelly and Debbie fawn over me, and think it was done from sports.

Everything was fine until lunch. It still would have been fine, if I just hadn't gotten involved. Of course, if I hadn't gotten involved, after Suze recovered, she'd have beaten me again.

See, I was talking to a bunch of guys about an upcoming party (What can I say, my life revolves around booze, parties, and girls. I'm a teenage guy.) when I saw Paul Slater go over towards Suze and her friends, the gay guy McTavish and the albino, What's-her-name. Slater leaned over Suze and whispered something that made her glare at him and get up, following him to a secluded area by the graveyard. Convientantly close enough for me to overhear without them noticing.

"Suze, you haven't forgotten about our deal, have you?" Slater said smoothly.

Suze glared at him harder and said, "No. I go to your stupid lessons 3 times a week, you leave Jesse alone."

Lessons? Suze is getting tutored by Slater? Yeah, tutored in what is the question.

"And?"

"What do you mean, 'and'?" Suze asked, folding her arms over her chest. "There are no Ands."

"And you tell no one about them. No one including Jesse, Father Dom, everyone with or without a pulse." Slater smirked.

With or without a pulse? Dead guys? Huh?

"That was never part of the deal, Paul!" Suze screeched.

Paul grabbed Suze's wrist as she started to walk away, and it looked like he was grasping it pretty tight. Tight enough for Suze to look at him with fear in her eyes.

That's what made me realize this had to be serious. Suze doesn't get scared. So if Paul's making her afraid, then it had to be big.

I knew a few minutes later that it definitely was when Paul shoved Suze down onto the ground and climbed on top of her.

"Ok, man, that's so not happening!" I yelled. Paul and Suze both jumped (Well, Suze flinched. She couldn't jump well.) and Paul smirked. "Brad, you probably don't want to witness what I'm going to do to your stepsister."

"Like hell, Paul!" Suze screeched. "Dop- Brad, just go get Father Dom. I'll be fine."

Snort. Yeah. Sure, Suze. You'll be fine. "No. Paul, get off my freaking sister, and you may live to see tomorrow."

Paul laughed and refused to move. I motioned to a few of my friends who'd gathered around me, and we tackled Paul.

"Suze, get out of here, now!" I yelled. Suze scrambled up and (for once) listened to me.

"Suze, you can't run forever!" Paul yelled at her retreating back before getting a fist to his nose again. "You know I'm right!"

"Querida?" I heard Jesse's voice, but I couldn't turn around to face him. I had a brotherly duty to deal with.

"Mr. Ackerman!"

Damn. So figures Father Dom would bust in. Just when I'd gotten some blood out of Slater. I turned to face the principal, and grinned sheepishly. "Let me guess. Detention?"

Father Dom smiled. "Not quite, Mr. Ackerman."

My jaw dropped. I wasn't going to get detention for beating the shit out of Paul? Then what, expulsion? I'd better get in to RLS. I must have looked pissed, because Father Dom continued with, "Just don't kill him."

I grinned and landed a fresh punch to Paul's nose.