How much do we REALLY know about Suze? She says she's not into Adam, but what happens at a party thrown by Brad again?

Warning: Suze is VERY OOC.

Suze's POV:

"Suze!"

I turned and saw Adam staring at me through a mess of people. I waved and went over, thankful that CeeCee hadn't been able to come to this party. Also thankful that Paul was in Seattle and Jesse had been MIA for a week or so. Ok, maybe not too thankful for that because for all I know Paul 86'd him or something.

But when Adam was in front of me, looking way too fine for my own good in this new punk/skater attire, I was thankful.

I consistantly told Cee I didn't like Adam like that, even if he was warm for me. I also consistantly told her I didn't converse with the dead, but yanno...

What CeeCee doesn't know won't hurt her. And will get me a little of Adam.

"Wanna go up?" I yelled over the hip-hop and pointing to the ceiling. Adam screamed something I couldn't hear and started for the steps.

When we were in my room and the door was securely locked, I crashed on my bed and Adam fell next to me. I was in this semi-tight low-cut red sweater I'd originally bought to seduce Jessie and tight black pants. "So, Adam, when are you going to ask Cee out?" I said, rolling over onto my stomach, giving him a glimpse of my cleavage.

Adam swallowed, his eyes darting down to my exposed chest and then coming back up quickly. "Uh, I don't know, Suze." he said, nervously, looking anywhere but at me. "I'm not into her like that."

"Ah I see. So who are you into?" I said, throwing my hair back and using all the tools of seduction I could.

Adam swallowed, looking at my chest again, and said, his voice raising slightly, "No...uh, no one."

"Bull!" I said gleefully, seeing the deceit etched in his face. "Who is it McTavish?"

"No one, Suze!"

"Bull, Bull, Bull!" I cried, slapping his knee. "Will you just tell me? Is it Kelly? Debbie? That girl in Trig who always wears that ginger-y perf-"

"It's you, OK?" Adam yelled. "There, happy now? You can go tell that Jesse guy or Paul or whoever and have a nice little-"

While Adam was ranting, I had pulled myself up and closer to him. He interrupted me, so I interrupted him.

Though, my interruption was more tongue-y. Adam was very surprised, but got into it very quickly. Especially when I pulled myself on top of him and started to run my hands through his hair. Adam was a very good kisser, and the heat got turned up very fast in our game of tonsil hockey. One minute, I'm on top of him, the next, Adam flipped me onto my back and was on top of me, kissing and biting my neck and earlobe.

"SUSANNAH!" I heard someone yell at the same time another voice went, "SUZE!"

Adam and I broke apart somewhat reluctantly. I saw Jesse standing by the window. Holding my red, low-cut, semi-tight sweater. If Adam noticed it floating in mid-air, he didn't say.

And Paul standing in my doorway. Holding Adam's black Guns N Roses tee.

Both wore identical looks of horror, anger, sadness, and other mixed emotions on their faces.

"Hey Paul." I nodded towards Jesse, remembering that Adam couldn't see him. "What's up?"

"Suze, I'm gonna go. I'll call you later." Adam said, seeing how murderous Paul looked, and probably sensing how murderous Jesse felt. He got off of me (His abs were just about as hot as Jesse's.) coincidently, giving the room a very good look at my lacy red bra. He grabbed his shirt from Paul and raced outside. I got up, grabbed my top from Jesse, and pulled it on as Paul shut the door and locked it.

"Suze?" Paul asked, sounding calm.

"Yeah?"

"I just have one question."

"Shoot." I grabbed my brush and started to fix my hair.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

I watched as my mirror shook when both guys screamed that at the same time. "Nothing. Just a little...Chat."

"Susannah, I may be out of touch with modern wording, but chatting doesn't generally involve tongues or the removal of clothes." Jesse smirked, anger still radiating off of him. "And, Susannah, that's quite a lovey pair of undergarments you have on." He pointed to the back of my red lace thong.

I shrugged and pulled my pants up. Paul was still gawking at me. "You can have me. You can even have this guy," Paul gestured to Jesse, "And yet you choose to have ADAM?!"

"Paul, just calm down. I'm not into him like that." I said, collapsing on my day bed. "It was an experiment. I thought I had feelings for Adam like what I felt for Jesse and you, but I don't."

"Excuse me?!"

"Querida, you have feelings for him?!"

I really need to learn how to shut up.

"Yes, I do, Jesse." I said, taking a deep breath. "And where the hell have you been lately?"

"With me!" I heard a high-pitched girl's voice say. In materialized a ghost girl about my age, in a cheerleader's uniform. She had long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and seemed very perky. "Jesse has been sooo great with this after-life thing. He's such a sweetie!"

"Who's this?" I asked, sitting up and glaring at her.

"I'm Madeline Austin." She bounced over to me- literally- and shook my hand. "Hi! You must be Suze, Jesse used to talk about you all the time. Then I found away to shut him up- about you anyway!"

"What does that mean?" I slid a glance at Paul, who was snickering at Jesse. I looked at Jesse and saw him red-faced with a certain member looking hard.

"OH MY GOD!" I buried my face in my pillows laughing hysterically.

"Suze, they're gone." Paul said a minute later. I wiped my eyes- I'd laughed so hard I'd cried- and said, "That is hysterical."

"Yeah. Sure." Paul said. He sat down next to me and sort of pulled my head into his lap. Paul stroked my hair and continued with, "So you have feelings for me. You admit it, finally?"

I sighed. "Yes. I do."

"Ok then." Paul leaned down and kissed me gently. "Then do you want to ditch this place, apologize to Adam, and go to my place?"

"Ok." I got up, grabbed a few things I'd need, and followed Paul out to his BMW. We stopped at Adam's, who understood and during our heavy-duty make out session, had realized he wasn't into me as much as he'd thought. We left still being friends and swore never to let CeeCee catch wind of it.

Then Paul and I went to his place.

And it was NICE.