OK, here's the first chapter of my first real fanfic...enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't Suze, Paul (unfortunately), Jesse, or any of the other characters in this story.
"Oh, querida, I was so worried about you!" Jesse said huskily, sweeping me up in his strong arms.
"You don't have to worry about me, Jesse, I'm fine. It was just a gang of bloodthirsty murderous ghosts; nothing I haven't seen before!" I shrugged nonchalantly, and Jesse laughed his deep, pleasant laugh.
"I love you, my strong, beautiful Susannah." He whispered, drawing me closer to him, and then he kissed me. I closed my eyes blissfully...but snapped them open when I heard my name being called angrily.
"Miss Simon, if you don't know the answer, kindly say so instead of just sitting there. You're wasting everyone's time!" I gasped and snapped my head up. I glanced around the room, realizing that everyone was staring at me. I quickly looked back at my desk, and noticed a small pile of drool by where I had passed out. God, how embarrassing! I immediately turned tomato red, and looked at my teacher, who was glaring at me.
"Sorry Mr. O'Rourke, what was the question?" I asked sheepishly. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Miss Simon, please see me after class. Kelly, would you care to inform Susannah what we are talking about?" Kelly glanced up from her nails, which she had been filing, with a bored look on her face.
"He's droning on about boring triangles...again."
"Well Kelly, I would assume so, since this is a trigonometry class." Mr. O'Rourke remarked wryly. Kelly rolled her eyes and resumed filing.
"Yeah, whatever. At least I'm not asleep like Simon over there." Thankfully right then it was time to leave, so I was saved from the necessity of replying. I'm pretty sure what I was going to say wasn't very Catholic-school appropriate, and I was already in enough trouble with the whole sleeping in class thing. As my fellow classmates bolted for the door, I made my way to the front of the room.
"Susannah, that's the third time you've fallen asleep in my class. Are you sleeping OK at home?" Mr. O'Rourke asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Yeah, your class is just so freakin' BORING! OK, so I didn't really say that, but I wanted to. I mean, it was the truth. My dream was SO much better than a boring old trig lesson...
"Yeah, I just have this big history project that's due next week, and I've been trying to get a head start on it. And I think much better late at night, so..." OK, so it was a bad lie, but who cares? I sure as hell wasn't going to tell him the real reason I haven't gotten much sleep lately...and I don't think he really wanted to know.
"Well Susannah, I'm sorry, but this has got to stop. Maybe a nice afternoon in detention will convince you to sleep at HOME and not during my class?" Aww, shit. Detention on a Friday afternoon? This sucks! I sighed, but accepted my punishment without argue. I did have it coming, falling asleep in school again. Maybe he's right. Maybe I should sleep more...but the problem really wasn't sleeping more, it was sleeping better. I couldn't control my nightmares; they came and went at will. I sighed again, and headed off to the detention room. It's only a few hours, right? How bad could it be?
The minute I walked through the door, I realized my grave mistake. It could be REALLY bad.
"Well, well, well, what a pleasant surprise! Have you come to keep me company, Suze? I'm touched." Damn, I forgot! Paul was still serving detention for his outburst at Kelly and the novice last week. Wow, my afternoon was suddenly starting to suck. I glared at Paul and sat down in a desk across the room from him. It was no use though; he strolled over and sat down at the desk right in front of me, and turned around to face me. "Aaw, that's no fun. How are we going to talk if you don't sit near me?"
"I think that's kind of the point, Paul. I DON'T want to talk to you! Now leave me alone, please." I said with as much dignity as I could muster, given we were in detention, not the most dignified place in the world. But Paul didn't leave me alone. Not that I really expected him to, but it would have been a nice change. He leaned over his chair so his elbows were on my desk and he was looking at me straight in the eyes. He had such gorgeous eyes...NO! I will NOT think about Paul that way! He is a lying, manipulative bastard who had tried to ruin my life countless times, not to mention almost ending it.
"So, what are you in jail for? Murder...robbery...prostitution?" He asked in that sexy...no, annoying, yeah, that's it...voice of his, winking at me suggestively. Um, can you say EEW?
"Not that it's any of your business, I fell asleep in my trig class." I answered stiffly, giving him an icy stare.
"Well, no wonder you suck at math. Now I know why you can't seem to finish your homework." [A/N: Paul finished her trig homework for her in Haunted in the computer lab, when she was struggling on it, if you don't remember.] He smirked at me, his expressive blue eyes twinkling.
"Shut up, Paul—" I began, but just then Sister Ernestine walked in.
"Hmm, nice to see my two favorite people in here...at the same time. You both know the rules by now, no talking, or communicating of any kind, with each other." She began to lecture us, and then snapped, "Paul, go sit on the other end of the room." She sat down at the teacher's desk and pulled a bible out of her nun's habit.
"Thank God!" I exclaimed, about Paul sitting far away from me, not Sister Ernestine reading the bible, I mean.
"Susannah Simon! Do not take the Lord's name in vain!" Sister Ernestine snapped at me, looking appalled.
"Sorry, Sister." I replied, trying not to laugh out loud at her shocked face. Why should I care? I'm not religious. I heard a snort from the other end of the room, but I ignored it. I settled down in my seat, preparing for a long, boring afternoon staring at the walls, when someone whispered in my ear from behind me, making me jump.
"Hello Querida." I gasped and turned around. Jesse was sitting on top of the desk behind me, grinning. I quickly looked back to see if Sister Ernestine was watching us, but she was engrossed in her bible, mouthing the words she was reading. I looked at Jesse again, then hissed,
"Jesse, what are you doing here? We're not allowed to talk! You're gonna get me in even more trouble!" Although, of course, I was ecstatic that he showed up. When was I not happy to see Jesse? What I was really thinking was: I'm saved from the monotony!! And Paul Slater!! Yay!! Speak of the devil, Paul glanced over at me, then did a double take. He stared at Jesse and me, his jaw dropped in shock and anger. Jesse glared back and put his arm around me possessively. I leaned back in my chair, resting my head against Jesse's shoulder and smiling contentedly. Paul looked over at Sister Ernestine, about to say something, but thought better of it. I mean, what could she do? She can't see Jesse; she doesn't know he's here. Score! My day was so totally starting to look up.
"So, Susannah, what are you doing in a classroom alone with Slater?" Jesse asked me, raising an eyebrow.
"We're not alone, Sister Ernestine is here too. And if you must know, I'm in detention. I fell asleep in class. And we're not supposed to talk...which was fine with me, because I definitely don't want to talk to Paul, but I shouldn't talk to you either. I'd get in trouble, not to mention it would sound like I'm talking to myself. Which it probably sounds like I'm doing now..." This is great. I ramble even when I whisper. "...so I really can't talk, I'm sorry Jesse."
"He chuckled, and said, "Fine, I won't talk to you." He took his arm from around my shoulders, and started to stand up, like he was about to leave.
"Wait!" I said, forgetting to whisper. Sister Ernestine looked up disapprovingly.
"Wait for what, Susannah? I believe I told you not to talk."
"Sorry, Sister." I said, trying to make it look as if I really was sorry. As soon as she lowered her head back down, I hissed at Jesse again.
"Don't leave! I'm so bored! Just because I can't talk doesn't mean you have to leave!" I sounded like I was groveling, but I didn't care. Paul rolled his eyes at me and sighed exasperatedly, as Jesse laughed and sat back down.
"Well, what do you propose I do, Querida, if you're not going to talk to me?" He said with a smile on his face. I shrugged, and leaned back in my chair to get closer to him without turning around, which Sister Ernestine definitely wouldn't approve of. Jesse put his arms around me from behind, and kissed me on the forehead as I leaned my head back onto his chest. Paul started making gagging sounds from across the room, causing all three of us (Me, Jesse, and Sister Ernestine) to look at him in alarm.
"Mr. Slater, for heaven's sake, are you all right?" Sister Ernestine cried, jumping up from her seat.
"Sorry, Sister, I just feel horribly—sickened—all of a sudden." He said, glaring at me and Jesse as he said the word sickened. I gave Paul a very rude gesture with my finger while Sister Ernestine had her back turned, and he smirked at me.
The rest of the afternoon went on in much the same fashion, with Paul trying to distract me from Jesse without Sister Ernestine noticing. He didn't have much luck; nothing could ever distract me from Jesse, especially when he was holding me. As soon as we were released from prison, I bolted out the door before Paul could get to me, dragging Jesse along.
"You wanna walk me home?" I asked him hopefully. "I know you don't live there anymore, but..." Jesse shut me up with a kiss that sent shivers all along my spine.
"I would love to walk you home, Querida."
Sorry if it's bad...but I want to know if it is, so please review!