A/N: alright! Thanks for all the great reviews. Because is that, I'm going to continue writing about scenes from Jesse's POV. (Yay!) Lol. This one's from book 2, ninth key. It's the part where Suze is kissing Tad and Jesse sees them. Personally one of my favourite scenes from the Mediator.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator.
I materialized at Susannah's room only to find it empty. I was about to dematerialize when I heard the engine of a very expensive sports car. I looked out of the window and saw Susannah; she was in that very expensive car with a guy. I was annoyed. I knew I didn't have any right to have any negative feelings toward that guy. She was not mine after all. I should have been happy for her. But I just couldn't bring myself to be happy for her. I was only slightly annoyed, but I got seriously pissed when I saw her kissing him. I knew they kissed to say good night. My face darkened when I saw the kiss deepened from a peck on the lips to frenching. They were only supposed to say good night! I didn't know why I did what I did. I dematerialized.
The next moment, I was at the back of that guy's car. It was so tiny. What kind of car was this! It was so impractical. I was watching them kiss with an unpleasant feeling in my stomach when Susannah spotted me. She screamed. The guy asked her what was wrong. "Oh please, don't stop on my account." I told her. I managed to keep my anger under wraps. It came out quite pleasantly. She told the guy she had to go and bolted out of the car. I got out too. She was walking quite quickly, but I caught up with her in no time. Her steps were really small. "It's your own fault." I pointed out to her. It was her fault anyway. If she never had kissed him, I would never have gotten angry, then I would never have sat in his car, and she would never have embarrassed herself in front of that guy. She failed to see that point though. "How is it my fault?" She demanded. Deep breaths, De Silva, deep breaths. "You shouldn't have let him get so forward." I told her, calmly.
"Forward? What are you talking about? Forward? What does that even mean?" She was almost shouting now. Didn't she know what forward meant? "You hardly know him, and you were letting him-" I got cut off by her voice. "Oh no. Don't even go there, Jesse." I had to get my point across. She couldn't let him take advantage of herself, could she? I wasn't about to give up. "Well, you were." I insisted. She then told me what they were doing. "We were just saying good night." She told me, quite angrily too. I had no idea why. I knew what she was doing. I said good night to many girls in my time too. And then, we did not use the organ in our mouths for any pleasurable purposes. It was only a peck on the cheek, or the mouth. I had to tell her that point. " I may have been dead for the part hundred and fifty years, Susannah, but that does not mean I don't know how people say good night. And generally, when people say good night, they keep their tongues to themselves." Great speech, if I may say so myself. I thought I might have convinced her that I was right. But little speech only made her even angrier.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. He did not just say that." Susannah said, in mock disbelieve. "Yes, I did just say that. I know what I saw Susannah." I told her. She looked mad. "You know what you sound like?" She asked me. I did not know. I wanted to ask her when she answered her own question. "You sound like a jealous boyfriend." What? What did she just say? "Nombre de Dios." What was she talking about? Of course I was not jealous… was I? No way! I laughed. "I am not jealous of that-" She cut me off twice that night. "Oh yeah?" She asked. "Then where's all this hostility coming from? Tad never did anything to you." I wasn't being hostile. I was just giving her some advice on what not to do on a first date. I didn't think she appreciated it much though. And why did she have to go out with that guy for? Tad, she called him. "He is a…" (A/N: look, I don't know any Spanish. So just play along alright? Love ya guys.)
She stared at me blankly, and told me to repeat what I said. And so I did. "Look, speak English." She told me. I did not know any translations for that word in English, so I told her that. "Well, keep it to yourself then." She said. Fine, I will. "He's no good for you." I told her instead. And it was true! He wasn't! "You don't even know him." She pointed out to me. "I know enough," I lied. "I know you didn't listened to me or you father when you went off by tonight by yourself to that man's house." That part was true though. She shouldn't have gone off by herself. What if she got into trouble? I shuddered inwardly at the thought of what could have happened. She refused to listen to me. "Right, and I'll admit, I was very, very, creepy. But Tad brought me home. His dad's the one who is a freak, not Tad." She pointed out to me. So? I still did not like that guy. "The problem here is you, Susannah." I had good reason to think so too! "You think you don't need anyone, that you can handle everything on you own." I told her.
" I hate to break it to you Jesse, but I can handle everything on my own. Well, most everything." She said, and then corrected herself. I knew she was thinking of the time when I saved her from that crazy girl who was haunting her school. Would Tad be able to do that? I did not think so. But I didn't say that. She looked angry enough. She looked so cute when she was angry though. "Ah, see? You admit it. Susannah, this one- you need to ask the priest for help." I said to her. "Fine, I will." She said grudgingly. "Fine, you had better." I countered. We were quarreling so much that our faced were just inches apart from each other. I had this insane urge all of a sudden to kiss her. I almost did, when she closed her eyes. I was moving closer to her… when I chickened out. I dematerialized, leaving her alone on the porch.
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