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A/N: Sorry guys! I kind of completely stopped writing this story. I hope that every once and a while you check to see if things have been updated. Hope you like this chapter.

Friday Night Dates

Friday night approached rapidly, and I was in a frantic hurry trying to look halfway decent for my date with Kyle. I had finally decided on a short jean miniskirt and plan t-shirt to wear. I thought that maybe the skirt was over doing it a bit, but when I thought of how good Kyle looked all the time, thought that the skirt would de nicely. I was just applying some lip product when I heard Dopey yell to Doc to come and get me. I then heard Doc's feet running up the stairs and a knock on my bedroom door.

"Come in." I said. Doc opened the door and came into my room.

"Kyle Malcolm is downstairs. You might want to get down there quickly, before the jocks of our generation plot to take over the world with football." From this I was to understand that Dopey was talking to my date. Not a good sign. He was probably telling Kyle what a mistake it would be to go out with me. Jeez. I hurried downstairs and when I got my fist look at Kyle, I actually tripped on the stairs. His dark hair was swept on his forehead like it always was, with no gel in it but it still look like a stylist had spent hours making it just right. His dress shirt was tucked into his nicely fitted jeans, and outlined his built form. And let me tell you, I was defiantly warm for his form.

"Hi" Oh brother, I was just bursting with witticisms lately. Kyle got up off the couch where he had been sitting across from Dopey and came around to stand by me just as my mother came out of the kitchen. When I had told my mother I was going out with a jock, she had the exact same reaction as Cee Cee. To say the least, she was ecstatic. But to avoid awkward moments with the family, I rushed out of the house and took Kyle with me.

"Whoa there Susannah! What's your hurry? I could have stayed to chat with your mom for a bit. Parents always like me."

"I'll just bet they do. So where are we going? You didn't tell me so I didn't know what to wear."

"You look great, as always. And it's a surprise." Oh how I do not like surprise. But I was trying to be charming and so I left this bit of information out of our conversation. He opened the door of his seemingly new sporty car for me and we set off to the unknown location. It turned out to be a really classy not to mention expensive restaurant downtown that he was taking me to. Truth be told, I was flattered, and a little impressed. The small talk had been light and fun on the way to the restaurant, but what I was dying to ask were my questions about Paul, and how he knew about mediation. I waited until the waiter had left after bringing us our main courses to bring up my questions. If I waited another moment I simply would have exploded.

"Okay Kyle. Let's get to the down and dirty. Tell me about Paul." As always, direct was the best was to approach this topic.

"So that's how it is. You're into Paul. You know Susannah, you could have just told me, instead of leading me on and then digging up what Paul likes to do in his spare time from and unsuspecting victim. Besides, you really have no problem if your concerned that Paul might not like you. I know for a fact that he does like you, a lot in fact. Jeez, I feel so used!" Throughout this entire monologue, I stared at Kyle like he was an insane person who had just escaped form an asylum and was bent on killing the president.

"What are you talking about? I don't even like Paul, let alone liking him like that. In fact, at this very moment he is blackmailing me to spend time with me. He's sick and not all that nice. I came on this date to find out how you knew I was a mediator and how you knew Paul, and hopefully to find out why you hate him so much. And if I were telling the whole truth, I would also say that I came on this date because you intrigue me and I find you quite attractive." By this time I have gotten out of my chair and am getting really into my speech. "But I see now how wrong I was to go out with a stupid jock, and take a chance that they all might not be as empty headed as the rest. I mean, what is it with you guys?" After this, I storm out of the restaurant. I realize that this might have been a bit rash but I am in no mood to deal with people who have no hold over me and guys who always assume things. But storming out on my date, left me a bit stranded, and I had to take the bus back to my house with the little money I had on me. My mom always refuses to give me Mad Money because I always seem to spend it on something other than getting out of really bad situations. I get home, and I don't see anyone around so when I storm up the stairs, I am still cursing every boy who I have ever met, and realizing I still have to meet Paul at the library tonight. Speaking of boys…

"Susannah, where have you been?"

Jesse.