Ok. Here's the deal. I have to apologize to those of you, who have been reading my fanfic, because I know that my updates are few and far between, but unfortunately all of my classes are honors classes and my teachers insist on assigning ridiculous amounts of homework. However, I do promise to write a new chapter every week from now on. And if I forget, feel free to email me and harass me until I update.
To those who are asking where's Jesse? Don't worry; he'll be entering the story pretty soon.
iluvmeg: and by the way, why is suze calling brad dopey to his face?
There was a slight mistake in my story. I meant to write Doc, not Dopey.
Oh and much thanks to nikki007 and the rest of you who have been reading and reviewing my story.
Chapter 4
Walking out of Father Dom's office, Susannah couldn't help but think that today was one of the worst days of her life. First, there was the whole alarm clock malfunction which led to today's disastrous wardrobe malfunction, then there was that ugly scene at Father Dom's office. I had practically yelled at the guy, which I so do not enjoy doing, because despite the fact that Father Dom can be extremely conservative and overprotective, he's really a very sweet man.
Did I fail to also mention the fact that there's some crazed, evil shifter who wants to destroy me? As if dealing with jerks like Kelly Prescott and Paul Slater, fighting off angry ghosts, doing trig homework, and trying to manage a relationship with my deceased boyfriend wasn't enough.
"So Suze, how was old Father D this morning?" asked Adam jokingly as he slid into the seat on my right.
"Please, don't get me started." I replied uncaringly.
"Geez. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." scoffed Adam.
"You have no idea." I said. Nobody does, I thought sadly to myself.
When CeeCee showed up at lunch, she began to inform me of all that she had done over the summer. She was explaining to me how she'd decided to get a summer job to make some money for a new back-to-school wardrobe (I apologized for not having noticed her amazing new outfit before), when Anthony, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, sat down next to me. Now to say that every single girl in that breezeway was staring right at me, would not be an understatement, because at that very moment every single female in the Juniper Serra Catholic Academy was shooting daggers at me.
"Susannah, do you mind if you and I talk for just a moment?" Anthony asked politely. He combed his fingers through his shiny, dark brown hair. Damn. Why did this guy have to be so cute?
"It's Suze, if you don't mind." I said, tossing back my own mane of brown curls. I have to admit that I was pretty proud of the fact that my hair could still manage to look gorgeous despite the fact that I had scarcely enough time to comb it this morning.
"Pardon me." he apologized sincerely.
Who was it that this guy reminded me of? Then it me; he reminded me of Jesse. Jesse was the only person who called me Susannah, besides Father Dom, but he has to call me Susannah on account of he's a priest and all. Anthony was also extremely polite and well-mannered, like Jesse.
"So did you want to speak to me about something?" I inquired.
"Yes, off course. But could we perhaps discuss this someplace where we can have more privacy?"
"No prob." I replied coolly as I stood up from my seat and lead Anthony towards the nearby bleachers. As we were standing beneath the bleachers, I couldn't help but remember the time I had saved Bryce Martinson from being crushed to death on my very first day of school here.
"So what did you want to speak to me about?" I asked, a bit rudely. "I mean didn't you already say all you had to say to me?"
"No, Susana...I mean Suze. I have just spoken to Father Dominic and he's informed me that you refuse to take his advice and stay at home until he and I have figured out a way to stop this shifter. However, I'm not that surprised. You don't strike me as the kind of girl willing to play the damsel in distress."
"Well, what can I say? A girl doesn't grow up in New York without learning a thing or two about protecting herself."
"I realize that, Suze, but I am afraid that what you have learned in the subways of New York will not protect you against this guy. Look, if you absolutely refuse to do things Father Dominic's way, then would you please try doing things my way."
The bell signaling the end of lunch rang, and as Anthony and I were separated by the throngs of people hurrying to get to their classes, I heard him yell out "Meet me at Father Dom's office after school!"