A/n: I'm sorry this took so long... I've been way busy and haven't gotten
home before 10 all week. So I apologize for that, and also for the fact
that this chapter is gonna be not the greatest nor most accurate (I may
screw up some facts from the book or repeat some actions, i.e bells ringing
and arrivals, from last chapter, so please don't be confused, its only me)
as I'm half asleep right now. But I felt I owed you guys a chapter.
Chapter 8
Suze's POV
Jesse and I got his schedule from Father Dom's secretary, then went back out to the courtyard to examine it.
"Oh good, you have first free with me... but then we don't have the same until Physics... then lunch," I said, leaning into him and peering at his schedule. He wrapped his arm around me and squeezed slightly.
"That's alright, though... we're together all the rest of the time," he whispered into my ear, and I giggled. I saw Kelly, sitting under the breezeway, watching this with slightly narrowed eyes. We continued talking- and kissing- until I saw Ceecee spot me and her jaw drop. I waved her over.
"Ceecee, this is Jesse." Her eyes widened to the point I was afraid they were going to fall out of her sockets. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Jesse, I believe you've seen Ceecee." Jesse shook her hand, ever the gentleman, and she gave me a look as she walked away clearly saying, "You have some explaining to do." The bell rang, and the underclassmen scattered like frightened deer. Ceecee went off to her class, and Jesse and I settled back down on a bench, and I leaned into him. His arm encircled my shoulders, and my eyes drifted gently shut. We sat there for a little while, when I felt Jesse's arm around me tense. I opened my eyes, and saw none other than Paul.
"Well, well, well, isn't this a sweet picture."
"What do you want, Slater?" Jesse growled.
"Oh, nothing. Just passing by and saw someone I thought had moved on, but is now alive. Now how on earth did that happen?" He said very sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "So Suze, will you give me the honor of showing up for shifting lessons for once?" I bit my lip. I sure as hell didn't want to be with Paul, but I did want to learn about shifting.
I sighed. "Fine. Tomorrow night around 7, okay? Now go away," I said simply. Taking my advice for once, he walked away... and right over to Ava. I lowered my sunglasses slightly, and saw them talk a little bit, Paul hand something to her, then walk away. Well, that was weird. Jesse appeared to have noticed it too.
"I didn't know Ava and Paul knew each other..." he muttered to himself. "I don't want her getting involved with him. One Paul is enough... someone working with him would be awful." I nodded in agreement, then I saw Ava head over to us.
Ava's POV
"Hey guys!" I said brightly, sitting down next to Jesse on the bench on which he and Suze were curled up together. "So, did you get your schedule yet, Jesse?" He sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat.
"Yes." He handed me the paper, and I examined it. Score! Five classes together. I pointed this out to him, and he seemed slightly pleased, though a little wary.
"Well, at least I'll know someone," he was saying as the bell rang.
"Come on, let's go to Spanish class," I said, and he smirked a little.
"Alright. Goodbye, Susannah," He said, and leaned over and kissed her. I felt a little pang of jealousy, but the knowledge of what was going to happen later settled it.
"Wait... so its not podo? It's puedo?" I asked Jesse confusedly. "That doesn't make sense. Where did the u come from?" I saw Jesse stifle a groan.
"The stem changes. Yo puedo ayudarte a estudiar para el examen en dos dios." I stared at him blankly.
"Huh?" He sighed.
"I can help you study. Spanish was my first language." Yes! Part one of the plan accomplished. I actually speak Spanish very well. But I needed to get him to see me after school some how.
"Really? That would be awesome!" I gushed. "Do you think I could come over tomorrow afternoon? I'm busy today, plus we have that pre-quiz on Friday, which I am totally going to fail." Jesse nodded, finished taking notes in neat cursive, then went up to talk to the teacher. They began a rapid exchange in Spanish, which most of the students gaped at, though I understood for the most part. It was about him, mostly, and about the exchange program. I must say, either Jesse had a whole story planned out, or he's a great improviser.
After class, when he went off to English, I passed Paul in the hallway. As I walked by, I whispered, "I did it."
Chapter 8
Suze's POV
Jesse and I got his schedule from Father Dom's secretary, then went back out to the courtyard to examine it.
"Oh good, you have first free with me... but then we don't have the same until Physics... then lunch," I said, leaning into him and peering at his schedule. He wrapped his arm around me and squeezed slightly.
"That's alright, though... we're together all the rest of the time," he whispered into my ear, and I giggled. I saw Kelly, sitting under the breezeway, watching this with slightly narrowed eyes. We continued talking- and kissing- until I saw Ceecee spot me and her jaw drop. I waved her over.
"Ceecee, this is Jesse." Her eyes widened to the point I was afraid they were going to fall out of her sockets. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. "Jesse, I believe you've seen Ceecee." Jesse shook her hand, ever the gentleman, and she gave me a look as she walked away clearly saying, "You have some explaining to do." The bell rang, and the underclassmen scattered like frightened deer. Ceecee went off to her class, and Jesse and I settled back down on a bench, and I leaned into him. His arm encircled my shoulders, and my eyes drifted gently shut. We sat there for a little while, when I felt Jesse's arm around me tense. I opened my eyes, and saw none other than Paul.
"Well, well, well, isn't this a sweet picture."
"What do you want, Slater?" Jesse growled.
"Oh, nothing. Just passing by and saw someone I thought had moved on, but is now alive. Now how on earth did that happen?" He said very sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. "So Suze, will you give me the honor of showing up for shifting lessons for once?" I bit my lip. I sure as hell didn't want to be with Paul, but I did want to learn about shifting.
I sighed. "Fine. Tomorrow night around 7, okay? Now go away," I said simply. Taking my advice for once, he walked away... and right over to Ava. I lowered my sunglasses slightly, and saw them talk a little bit, Paul hand something to her, then walk away. Well, that was weird. Jesse appeared to have noticed it too.
"I didn't know Ava and Paul knew each other..." he muttered to himself. "I don't want her getting involved with him. One Paul is enough... someone working with him would be awful." I nodded in agreement, then I saw Ava head over to us.
Ava's POV
"Hey guys!" I said brightly, sitting down next to Jesse on the bench on which he and Suze were curled up together. "So, did you get your schedule yet, Jesse?" He sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat.
"Yes." He handed me the paper, and I examined it. Score! Five classes together. I pointed this out to him, and he seemed slightly pleased, though a little wary.
"Well, at least I'll know someone," he was saying as the bell rang.
"Come on, let's go to Spanish class," I said, and he smirked a little.
"Alright. Goodbye, Susannah," He said, and leaned over and kissed her. I felt a little pang of jealousy, but the knowledge of what was going to happen later settled it.
"Wait... so its not podo? It's puedo?" I asked Jesse confusedly. "That doesn't make sense. Where did the u come from?" I saw Jesse stifle a groan.
"The stem changes. Yo puedo ayudarte a estudiar para el examen en dos dios." I stared at him blankly.
"Huh?" He sighed.
"I can help you study. Spanish was my first language." Yes! Part one of the plan accomplished. I actually speak Spanish very well. But I needed to get him to see me after school some how.
"Really? That would be awesome!" I gushed. "Do you think I could come over tomorrow afternoon? I'm busy today, plus we have that pre-quiz on Friday, which I am totally going to fail." Jesse nodded, finished taking notes in neat cursive, then went up to talk to the teacher. They began a rapid exchange in Spanish, which most of the students gaped at, though I understood for the most part. It was about him, mostly, and about the exchange program. I must say, either Jesse had a whole story planned out, or he's a great improviser.
After class, when he went off to English, I passed Paul in the hallway. As I walked by, I whispered, "I did it."