DON'T KILL ME! –hides-
Ok first of all: IM SO SORRY! I didn't mean to take THIS long in updating! My mom has been hogging the computer for about FOUR DAYS STRAIGHT now, and I couldn't update until now. I –PROMISE- I will update A LOT sooner next time. I'm already working on further chapters, so yay!
THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I loved them.
So, um, on with the story!
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Mediator, Meg Cabot owns that. And I also don't own the song Drop It Like It's Hot, Snoop Dogg owns that.
Punk'd
Chapter 4
I slowly opened my eyes, and tried to sit up.
Bad idea, because my head started killing me when I tried sitting up.
"Oww!" I moaned.
"Ah, Miss Simon. I see you're finally up," a nurse said, looking down at me.
"Uh, what happened?" I asked, not remembering anything that happened.
"You ran into a door."
"Oh…" I said embarrassed. "How long have I been here?"
"For about 30 minutes."
"Whoa.."
"Yes, but it's a good thing Mr. Slater brought you here right away, though," the nurse said.
Paul brought me here!
Weird…
"Um, where's the bathroom?" I asked, hoping that the bathroom would have a mirror.
"Its right over there," the nurse said, pointing to a door that said Women's Bathroom on it.
I went inside and then looked in the mirror, and screamed.
There was a gigantic bruise on my head.
It was HUGE!
Yeah, remember the time I got a big bruise from that asshole Diego throwing me off my roof?
Well this bruise was a hell lotta bigger than that.
"Miss Simon! Miss Simon are you alright!" The nurse called, worried.
If I wasn't so shocked by the gigantic bruise on my head, I probably would've blushed at the nurse's worried-ness, and from screaming over a bruise, but the bruise was GINORMOUS!
It covered my ENTIRE forehead, and was a nasty black and blue color.
Oh yeah, and it hurt like hell.
"Ugh, I know no amount of make-up I have will cover this," I said sadly to myself as I walked out of the bathroom.
"Miss Simon you can go back to class now," the nurse said. "Here's a pass."
Then I found myself standing in the hallway.
Later at lunch…
"Suze, I saw you on MTV and Punk'd last night! What was Ashton like-WHOA! Oh my God! YOU HAVE A GIGANTIC BRUISE ON YOUR FOREHEAD! Did someone like beat you up or something! Just tell me who and I'll make sure they'll never hurt you again. C'mon Suze, just tell me who!" Adam rambled on.
"No one beat me up, Adam," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Well then what happened?"
"I ran into a door," I mumbled.
"What? I didn't hear you, care to repeat that?" Adam said.
"Iranintoadoor," I said, quickly, blushing.
"You ran into a door? Are you SERIOUS? You got that GIGANTIC bruise from running into a door?" Adam pretty much yelled, causing most of the people to look and listen to what he was saying.
"Adam…" I groaned.
Great, just great.
Not only am I semi-famous for being on TV, but now most of the school will know that I have a huge bruise because I ran into a door.
Oh joy.
"Ow!" Adam suddenly yelped, he turned and glared at CeeCee, "Damnit, why the hell are you kicking me, woman?"
CeeCee slapped him on his noggin (A/N: hehe, noggin!) and said, "Adam McTavish, do not call me 'woman'! I have a name!"
"Aye, aye, captain!" Adam said, saluting with a mock serious face.
I swear, what would we do with Adam? (A/N: All together kids: WE LOVE YOU ADAM!)
CeeCee just rolled her eyes, and turned to me, "So you really did run into a door? Like on purpose?"
"Er, yeah…I was running, and someone…opened a door and I ran into it," I mumbled fast.
"Suze the graceful," Adam said grinning.
CeeCee slapped him again.
Adam stuck his tongue out at her.
CeeCee rolled her eyes.
I just laughed. Those two were meant for each other.
After lunch, I ran into Paul.
Literally.
"Watch the hell where you're going you sl—oh hey Suze!" Paul said. He squinted his eyes and said, "Whoa. Suze you do realize you have a bruise the size of Texas don't you? How did you get—Oh! Its from when you ran into the door isn't it?"
"Yes it is," I growled. "Because of you, I ran into a door…why were you running after me anyway?"
Paul blinked at me.
"Isn't it obvious?"
This time I blinked. "Not really, so care to explain?"
"I just wanted your autograph."
What!
My mouth dropped open.
Well I wasn't expecting that answer. In fact, I expected anything else but that, something even like: 'Suze I wanted to kill you', or even 'Suze I was running after you because I am completely and absolutely in love with your feet'.
Eww. Paulie the foot lover.
Scary…
Paul smiled. "So can I have it?"
"Have what?" I answered confused.
"Your autograph, silly. Can I have your autograph?"
I blinked.
This was just weird. Just way too weird.
"Um no. Sorry, I don't do autographs." And with that said, I quickly walked away, leaving a shocked Paul behind.
Finally school ended, and I was free. I skipped to the parking lot, happy that I finally got to get away from everyone at school.
I wasn't really paying attention, so I didn't see a red Corvette stop, or did I see the person that was in the car.
I was still skipping, and planning on spending the rest of my night taking a long 2 hour bubble bath, when a car honked its horn at me.
Well… I was really shocked so… I kinda tripped over my own feet, and landed face first on the parking lot's cement.
Suze the Graceful, my butt.
This is just not my day.
"Oh my god! Suze are you ok?" the owner of the car said, getting out. (A/N: GUESS WHO!)
"Ow… Damnit this is so not my day," I muttered, getting up slowly.
"ASHTON!" I heard a girl somewhere screech.
My eyes widened at seeing Ashton Kutcher at my school, and the sound of fan girls running toward us.
I turned to where the screech came from and saw them RUNNING toward us.
"Oh shit…" I muttered.
"ASHTON! I LLLLLOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEE YOOOOOOOUUUUUU!" one of the girls screeched (I think that it might've been Debbie, oh Brad will be devastated.)"MARRY ME ASHTON!"
"ASHTON, BABY! PICK ME OVER ALL THESE LOSERS! I'M RICHER THAN ALL THEM!" Kelly yelled, looking as if she were about to fall.
Then it happened.
Kelly just happened to be wearing heels, and you're really not meant to run in 5 inch heels, fell over, tripping. And since Kelly was in the front leading the pack of screaming, boy-crazed, fan girls, when she fell, the others fell too, creating the domino effect.
I watched in awe as all the fan girls tripped falling on each other, and hearing them whine about something like "MY NEW SHOES!" or "OH MY GOD! I BROKE A NAIL!"
I felt someone grab my arm and pull me saying, "Lets go, now!"
I hurried over and jumped into his Corvette (which happened to be a convertible one too) and he drove off out of the schools view going really fast.
"How can you stand that! All those…fan girls?" I asked, as my hair kept blowing in the wind.
Ashton looked over at me and grinned. "That's nothing. I've been in worse."
"Jeez," I said.
I turned on the radio and Snoop Dogg's Drop It Like It's Hot came blaring from the speakers.
"When the pimp's in the crib ma," Snoop Dogg's voice said. "Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot."
I looked at Ashton, and he was grinning, while rapping along right with Snoop.
I laughed. This seemed so unreal. I mean, I never would have thought me, Susannah Simon, would be riding in a car with Ashton Kutcher singing- or rapping- along with Snoop Dogg's voice on the radio.
Even in my dreams, nothing this…rare would happen.
"Having fun?" Ashton asked, grinning.
Dear Jesus! Ashton Kutcher is grinning at me, asking if I'm having fun!
Breathe, Suze. Breathe…breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in…
Suze! SUZE YOU'RE NOT BREATHEING! BREATHE DAMNIT!
Um, heh. Whoops.
"Yeah," I said, answering his question after I got over my mental reminder to breathe in and out.
"Glad you are. So, how about we take the long way to your house?" Ashton asked.
Take the long way to my house?
Ok, if it was any one else (like oh I dunno, a blue-eyed, curly-haired shifter) there's a 99.9 percent chance that I'd say 'Go to hell creep' and bitch slap them. But this is an exception.
It is, after all, Ashton Kutcher.
Drool. (Note to self: Do not drool over Ashton in public.)
So what do you think I said?
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