:Chapter 5:
"Querida! …Susannah, por favor wake up. Please don't-"
"Ugh…Jesse…" I mumbled, blinking my eyes, and suddenly remembering about how I'd blacked out. Well, I thought I heard something…well, too good to be true, and I guess I'm just stressed out, and tired, and… I don't know. But then I realized I was on my bedroom floor, being cradled in someone's arms. I snapped my eyes open and saw Jesse staring down at me.
At first his eyes were full of concern and worry, but then they changed to some mix of relief, happiness, and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"Querida, are you alright, what happened?" he questioned, pushing some hair away from my face.
"I…I think I fainted" I answered weakly.
"Fainted, are you sure? Is your stomach really not feeling well?" he rambled nervously.
"Jesse, I'm fine really" I said, trying to get up, "I just…" My mind raced. Is it possible? Could he have really said, what I think he said? No, not Jesse; no way. He'd never say anything even remotely like the L-word, at least not to me. But when I tried to get up, he held me tightly; protectively.
"You just what?" he asked, a gleam in his rich, brown eyes.
"I thought…well, you said…but you couldn't have…no…you don't…" I stammered.
"Susannah, do you remember anything, from before you fainted?" he questioned, another, flashing gleam in his eyes.
"I…I remember coming into my room…and you were scolding me for something…Gus…and then…I think I hallucinated…then I passed out" I told him, quietly nestling my head against his chest. It was nice, and hard like a rock, yet still comfortable. His chest I mean.
"You hallucinated?" he asked, raising his scarred eyebrow, his gaze boring into me.
"Well, I imagined you said something…but it's so outlandish that I know I must have been dreaming it up" I giggled nervously.
"Oh, and what did I say?"
"You said…well…that you lo-…never mind, it was just my mind playing tricks on me" I answered.
His head fell a little and the gleam in his eyes faded a little. His grip on me loosened, and he started to pull away. I quickly pulled my arms around him and held him close, not wanting this tender moment to end. "Jesse, please…just hold me" I whispered into his chest.
"Querida, para ti, cualquier cosa" he replied, his hold on me tightening again.
Well, I guess I was really tired, because the next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed. Sunshine was pouring in through my window, and Jesse was seated on my window seat, reading. "Morning" I yawned.
"Buenos días querida, dormiste bien?" he said smiling brightly.
"Huh? Jesse, it's too early for Spanish, tell me again, but this time in English please" I said stretching.
He chuckled and translated, "Good morning querida, did you sleep well?"
"Still won't tell me what querida means, eh?"
"Not just yet."
I sighed in frustration and then hopped out of bed. "Thanks for putting me sleep" I chirped.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.
"You just told me" I sang walking into my bathroom, and shutting the door behind me. One look in the mirror told me what I feared the most; my hair was everywhere, and looked frizzy. Great, just how I wanted Jesse to see me; frizz headed.
I quickly showered, blow-dried, and then straightened my hair. After that I moisturized, lotioned, and changed into a cute denim mini skirt, paired with a vintage Disney shirt that had Minnie on it and said "Bonita". I had a feeling Jesse would kick out of it, so I wore it with pride as I stepped back into my room. Only when I got there, Jesse wasn't alone. There standing in my doorway, receiving evil glares from Jesse, was Paul Slater.