Disclaimer- I don't own anything!!!
A/N Thanks so much to my reviewers
Dreamerchic- you are my very first reviewer ever and for that I am eternally grateful!! I bow down to you! Just kidding but thanks so much.
Heather- my second reviewer!! Go you! I know Meg is writing the next book, I think I read somewhere it is coming out in 2004 but I might be wrong. Thanks for your support.
Genies9- thanks for reviewing!! I'm glad you don't think it is bad lol! ;)
Now on with the story!
BTW this isn't really chapter 2 it is just Jesse's POV during his encounter with Suze.
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I let out an angry sigh and said, "Fine. God, whatever Jesse. I'm taking my shower now." I then grabbed my clothes and ran into the bathroom and slammed the door with all my might...which is a lot by the way. My day just went from good to worse in just under an hour...
Chapter 2
Jesse's POV (before fight)
"Nombre de Dios, where is she?" I muttered out loud. I normally don't just sit around waiting for Susannah to come home. Who am I trying to fool? I seem to be always waiting for her. But, I can't let her know that or she might think I am what she calls a psycho stalker. This time, this time is different though. Oh so different. I can't hide it anymore. I cannot hide the fact that I care oh so much for my Querida any longer. I have already lost control twice and kissed her. That isn't even counting all the times I came close to kissing her or touching her or doing something. I was just sitting there for what seemed like hours, just staring at the ocean and other random things. I didn't even notice Spike come in through the window until he bite me for not paying him any attention. I looked down at where he bit me and noticed some scratches that spike had clawed into me. I really must be "out of it", as Susannah would say because I didn't even notice Spike clawing me.
"Sorry Spike. I just have so much on my mind today"
"Meow...mew...purr," Spike said.
"Yes, how did you guess? Of course I am thinking about Querida. How can I not be? It seems like a day, more like a moment, doesn't go by with out me thinking of Susannah. Could she ever feel the same way that I feel for her?"
"Meeeow mew meow," was Spikes reply.
"Nombre de Dios, I really must be out of it today. I am talking to you about my Querida problems." I than sighed and ran my hand through my hair.
I sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, but was only 45 minutes. I then heard a car screech to a stop in front of my house. I didn't pay much attention to it.
I barely hear a girl shout, "Thanks for the ride. I had a great time at the beach!"
"Welcome Suze! Same time tomorrow?" said Susannah's friend Adam.
"Yeah, probably. Hey, Cee Cee I'll most likely be calling you tonight." Susannah replied.
I didn't hear the rest of what they said because I tuned them out. I was in a state of bad nerves. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to say to my Querida, or how she would act. I wouldn't be able to bare her hating me or laughing at me if and when I tell her how I feel.
I was so deep in thought I didn't notice when Susannah walked into my, ahem, I mean our room. I didn't even notice when she stood there staring at me as if wondering what was wrong with me. Again I did not notice her sit down right next to me on the somewhat small window seat. I look back now and I can slightly remember her poking me for about 5 minutes. Then finally BAM she punched me. Hard. This I can tell you shook me out of my deep thought.
"Nombre de Dios! Ow, Susannah why did you hit me? Wait, how long have you been here?" I was trying to remember if I noticed her come in or not. This, though, was a little bit hard because Susannah can punch incredibly hard.
"God Jesse I wonder why," she said sarcastically. "Hmm, maybe it is because you were totally spaced out and not responding to anything I did. And, I have been here for about ten minutes. Thanks for noticing."
She sounded hurt when she said that last remark. I don't like anything that would hurt Susannah, so I immediately felt guilty.
"I'm sorry Susannah. I was...spacing out...deep in thought. That happens you know, even to ghosts." I said in my silkiest voice. Hey, I want to stay on her good side.
She didn't seem to notice though this time. Normally I can get her to do almost anything when I use that voice. Oh well, not this time.
"Hmm, interesting Jesse. I think I'll take a shower now...just at the beach you know." She said this in a somewhat bored voice.
"Yes, I know," I said in a bitter voice. I didn't mean to sound bitter, but it just came out. I looked up at her to see if she noticed and I noticed something about her. My eyes widened when I saw how she looked. Dios! What is she wearing? Not much I can say and I told her too. "NOMBRE DE DIOS SUSANNAH! What are you wearing? Well, maybe I should ask what aren't you wearing? Hmm...Nothing!" Maybe, I shouldn't have had said anything at all to her. I know that is what girls now a days wear to the beach, but I am still used to how things were in the 1850's. All I know is that Susannah looked very mad at me.
"For your information, Hector De Siliva, I am covered and if you haven't noticed, and most guys do by the way, this is what all girls, including me, wear to the beach!" Yes, she was definitely mad now. Well, so was I. I don't know why I cared, but her talking about other men noticing MY Susannah made me outraged. I stood up and started pacing around the room muttering curse words in Spanish. When I turned back towards Susannah I noticed she was staring at my scar, which glows when I get angry.
"What Jesse? What the hell is your problem? You do not own me Jesse. You never have even shown that much interest in me. You have no right, no right at all, to get mad. What are you mad about? That some other guy might show some interest in poor Suzie? Well, let me tell you-"
I didn't let her continue because I knew she was right. I haven't been truthful about my feelings to her, and I made her think that I don't care for her at all. She was also right that I was mad about some other guy might be showing interest in Susannah. So, like I said, I stopped her in mid-sentence, grabbed her shoulders, and said, "Do you want to know what my problem is, Querida, it is the fact that I lo-" Nombre de Dios! I almost said it. I almost told her how I felt and this isn't the time to do that. I quickly stopped what I was about to say.
"The fact that you what, Jesse?" Suddenly Susannah didn't sound so, well, pissed. I didn't answer, instead I just looked past her, ran my hands through my hair, and just stared at the beach. The beach is safer to look at then Susannah.
"Jesse?" Susannah said in the quietest most persuasive voice that I have ever heard her use.
"The fact that I, I...never mind Querida." I just couldn't tell her. Not now. I cannot put up with the rage of Susannah twice in one day. I don't think anyone could. I sat back down on the window seat and fell back into deep thought.
I heard Susannah say, "Fine. God, whatever Jesse. I'm taking my shower now." She then heaved a huge sigh, grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room like she couldn't bare to be around me a second more. I think her slamming the door as hard as she could also proved that.
How is it that the woman I love so dearly can turn my day from worse to hell in less than an hour?
TBC
A/N This is just a chapter that is from Jesse's POV of what he thought of the fight. Since this didn't take me long to type I will be able to write chapter three which will be Suze POV very soon! Review please
A/N Thanks so much to my reviewers
Dreamerchic- you are my very first reviewer ever and for that I am eternally grateful!! I bow down to you! Just kidding but thanks so much.
Heather- my second reviewer!! Go you! I know Meg is writing the next book, I think I read somewhere it is coming out in 2004 but I might be wrong. Thanks for your support.
Genies9- thanks for reviewing!! I'm glad you don't think it is bad lol! ;)
Now on with the story!
BTW this isn't really chapter 2 it is just Jesse's POV during his encounter with Suze.
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I let out an angry sigh and said, "Fine. God, whatever Jesse. I'm taking my shower now." I then grabbed my clothes and ran into the bathroom and slammed the door with all my might...which is a lot by the way. My day just went from good to worse in just under an hour...
Chapter 2
Jesse's POV (before fight)
"Nombre de Dios, where is she?" I muttered out loud. I normally don't just sit around waiting for Susannah to come home. Who am I trying to fool? I seem to be always waiting for her. But, I can't let her know that or she might think I am what she calls a psycho stalker. This time, this time is different though. Oh so different. I can't hide it anymore. I cannot hide the fact that I care oh so much for my Querida any longer. I have already lost control twice and kissed her. That isn't even counting all the times I came close to kissing her or touching her or doing something. I was just sitting there for what seemed like hours, just staring at the ocean and other random things. I didn't even notice Spike come in through the window until he bite me for not paying him any attention. I looked down at where he bit me and noticed some scratches that spike had clawed into me. I really must be "out of it", as Susannah would say because I didn't even notice Spike clawing me.
"Sorry Spike. I just have so much on my mind today"
"Meow...mew...purr," Spike said.
"Yes, how did you guess? Of course I am thinking about Querida. How can I not be? It seems like a day, more like a moment, doesn't go by with out me thinking of Susannah. Could she ever feel the same way that I feel for her?"
"Meeeow mew meow," was Spikes reply.
"Nombre de Dios, I really must be out of it today. I am talking to you about my Querida problems." I than sighed and ran my hand through my hair.
I sat there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, but was only 45 minutes. I then heard a car screech to a stop in front of my house. I didn't pay much attention to it.
I barely hear a girl shout, "Thanks for the ride. I had a great time at the beach!"
"Welcome Suze! Same time tomorrow?" said Susannah's friend Adam.
"Yeah, probably. Hey, Cee Cee I'll most likely be calling you tonight." Susannah replied.
I didn't hear the rest of what they said because I tuned them out. I was in a state of bad nerves. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to say to my Querida, or how she would act. I wouldn't be able to bare her hating me or laughing at me if and when I tell her how I feel.
I was so deep in thought I didn't notice when Susannah walked into my, ahem, I mean our room. I didn't even notice when she stood there staring at me as if wondering what was wrong with me. Again I did not notice her sit down right next to me on the somewhat small window seat. I look back now and I can slightly remember her poking me for about 5 minutes. Then finally BAM she punched me. Hard. This I can tell you shook me out of my deep thought.
"Nombre de Dios! Ow, Susannah why did you hit me? Wait, how long have you been here?" I was trying to remember if I noticed her come in or not. This, though, was a little bit hard because Susannah can punch incredibly hard.
"God Jesse I wonder why," she said sarcastically. "Hmm, maybe it is because you were totally spaced out and not responding to anything I did. And, I have been here for about ten minutes. Thanks for noticing."
She sounded hurt when she said that last remark. I don't like anything that would hurt Susannah, so I immediately felt guilty.
"I'm sorry Susannah. I was...spacing out...deep in thought. That happens you know, even to ghosts." I said in my silkiest voice. Hey, I want to stay on her good side.
She didn't seem to notice though this time. Normally I can get her to do almost anything when I use that voice. Oh well, not this time.
"Hmm, interesting Jesse. I think I'll take a shower now...just at the beach you know." She said this in a somewhat bored voice.
"Yes, I know," I said in a bitter voice. I didn't mean to sound bitter, but it just came out. I looked up at her to see if she noticed and I noticed something about her. My eyes widened when I saw how she looked. Dios! What is she wearing? Not much I can say and I told her too. "NOMBRE DE DIOS SUSANNAH! What are you wearing? Well, maybe I should ask what aren't you wearing? Hmm...Nothing!" Maybe, I shouldn't have had said anything at all to her. I know that is what girls now a days wear to the beach, but I am still used to how things were in the 1850's. All I know is that Susannah looked very mad at me.
"For your information, Hector De Siliva, I am covered and if you haven't noticed, and most guys do by the way, this is what all girls, including me, wear to the beach!" Yes, she was definitely mad now. Well, so was I. I don't know why I cared, but her talking about other men noticing MY Susannah made me outraged. I stood up and started pacing around the room muttering curse words in Spanish. When I turned back towards Susannah I noticed she was staring at my scar, which glows when I get angry.
"What Jesse? What the hell is your problem? You do not own me Jesse. You never have even shown that much interest in me. You have no right, no right at all, to get mad. What are you mad about? That some other guy might show some interest in poor Suzie? Well, let me tell you-"
I didn't let her continue because I knew she was right. I haven't been truthful about my feelings to her, and I made her think that I don't care for her at all. She was also right that I was mad about some other guy might be showing interest in Susannah. So, like I said, I stopped her in mid-sentence, grabbed her shoulders, and said, "Do you want to know what my problem is, Querida, it is the fact that I lo-" Nombre de Dios! I almost said it. I almost told her how I felt and this isn't the time to do that. I quickly stopped what I was about to say.
"The fact that you what, Jesse?" Suddenly Susannah didn't sound so, well, pissed. I didn't answer, instead I just looked past her, ran my hands through my hair, and just stared at the beach. The beach is safer to look at then Susannah.
"Jesse?" Susannah said in the quietest most persuasive voice that I have ever heard her use.
"The fact that I, I...never mind Querida." I just couldn't tell her. Not now. I cannot put up with the rage of Susannah twice in one day. I don't think anyone could. I sat back down on the window seat and fell back into deep thought.
I heard Susannah say, "Fine. God, whatever Jesse. I'm taking my shower now." She then heaved a huge sigh, grabbed her clothes and ran out of the room like she couldn't bare to be around me a second more. I think her slamming the door as hard as she could also proved that.
How is it that the woman I love so dearly can turn my day from worse to hell in less than an hour?
TBC
A/N This is just a chapter that is from Jesse's POV of what he thought of the fight. Since this didn't take me long to type I will be able to write chapter three which will be Suze POV very soon! Review please