Sorry, I couldn't find a chappy name. :(

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CHAPTER 2

UNTITLED

"Where have you been!" My mom and Andy yelled at me when I got back. Wow. I should

get a prize for physic-y-ness. I told you she'd be mad. What I didn't get was why Andy was so mad. I blinked at him. I was kind of surprised he cared. I shrugged. "Out."

"Alone?" My mom persisted.

"No. CeeCee and Adam were there too." I said.

"Liar." I turned to see Dopey standing behind my mom. "Super-nerd CeeCee was just on the phone asking for you, and asking why you didn't come back to class after your meeting with Father D-"

He broke off in mid sentence, thanks to my punching him in the jaw with as much force as I could muster. He stumbled back, gasping, and clutching his eye. I wondered what was wrong. I had punched him in the jaw, not in the eye. Andy and mom were watching him as surprizedly as I was. Then I saw a trickle of blood run down from his eyebrow. I looked down at my hand, which was still balled up in a fist. Oops. I had forgotten about my spiky bracelet. it must have hit him. Served him right. My mom realised at the same time as me, and rushed at him, but he beat her off, threw me a dirty look, and ran off, in the direction of his room. Andy rounded on me.

"That's it." he said. I gulped, wondering how many weeks I'd be grounded for. "I'm really going to have to talk to him. I don't know what's gotten into him. He's been like this for a week now. Don't worry, I'll tell him to "lay offa" you." Whoa. I wondered what had gotten into Andy.

"W-what?" I asked. Andy smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to him. He really shouldn't be calling people names. Especially when they happen to be his sisters' best friend." I stared at Andy. Sister? What sister? Dopey has a sister? How come I never knew? Then I realised he was talking about me. Why can't anyone keep this straight?

"Oh, erm, right." I said, relived I wasn't grounded. "Thanks." Andy smiled at me.

"No problem honey." Honey? Honey? What was going on? I forced a smile, and ran upstairs as fast as I could, before he changed his mind about not grounding me, or calling me any more revolting names. Quickly, I dumped my book bag, and pulled out my geometry homework. I was on the third question, when Jesse, who had lowered his book and had been watching me since I had barged in, interrupted me.

"Querida, I hope you've realised that you're bleeding." I looked up at him surprised.

"uh, what?" I asked, not intelligently.

"Your elbow." He said, nodding in the direction he was looking in. Oh, right. My elbow. I had pretty much forgotten about that. Now I looked down at it, and saw to my horror that blood was still flowing quite freely from it. The cut seemed to be pretty deep if blood was still flowing. I looked on the floor. Smallish stains were everywhere, ruining the carpet. "Oh no." I said, mostly to myself. I knew it would take me a really long time to get those stains out of the carpet.

"Susannah, are you okay?" I heard the concern in Jesse's voice.

"Er... I might have to go wash this off." I said, making my way to the bathroom. I wasn't aware that Jesse had followed me, until I heard him behind me, looking through what he thought was the medicine cabinet. "Jesse! Don't look in there!" I said quickly. Too late. I saw him turn red, (was that even possible? I mean, he was a ghost-) and quickly shut it.

"I was – erm – looking for – erm – " He looked mighty uncomfortable.

"Band-aids?" I offered.

"Erm, yeah. Band-aids. Sorry." He mumbled. I tried not to look too embarrassed, but it was hard. It's kind of hard not to be embarrassed, when the guy you're in love with, is just trying to help you, and instead of finding band-aids stumbles upon tampons.

"That's okay," I said cheerfully. Hey, it was an accident. And he looked pretty bad about it. What was I supposed to do anyways? Yell at him? "The band aids are in there." I said, pointing to a different cupboard. Jesse crossed over, to the right cupboard this time, and took out the band-aids, and mercurochrome.

"Oh no you don't." I said, as soon as I saw the mercurochrome. "I hate that stuff. Do not come near me or else I will seriously-" Jesse grabbed me by the wrist, to prevent me from going anywhere.

"This might hurt a little, but it would be extremely un-pleasant if it got infected. Just hold still and it will be okay."

I so wasn't falling for that. I tried to twist away, but he grabbed my other wrist and pulled me towards him. I looked up at him. He really was the cutest guy in the history of cute guys. Our heads were coming closer, closer... Suddenly, I shrieked. This was because, instead of kissing me, as I'd hoped, Jesse had dabbed my elbow with that mercurochrome stuff. I had so not been expecting it. And I'm telling you, it HURT.

I bit my lip, so not to yell out in pain again, but tears formed in my eyes, spilling out, onto my cheeks. Jesse, seeing this, reached out and wiped my tears away, tucking a stray hair behind my ear as he did so. I looked up at him, teary eyed. It was not fair. Why did he have to be so good looking? He reached out and cupped my face in his hands. If only he would kiss me now, I thought. Jesse smiled, as if he had read my mind, then leaned down and kissed me.

I don't know how long the kiss was, but let me tell you, it was way too short. During those few seconds of bliss, I forgot completely about father Dom and my elbow and all the homework I had due for tomorrow, and everything else I had been worrying about. But they came back in full force, when Jesse broke our kiss.

"Querida." He whispered, cupping my face in his hands. I looked up at him, then realised it made me go cross eyed, and looked at the floor. He gently took my chin in his hand and made me look at him. He gazed into my eyes for about 6 breathtaking seconds, then dropped my gaze. "Sorry." He mumbled.

"That's okay," I said automatically, blushing.

"Erm, right. Band-aids." Jesse said. Screw the band-aids, I thought. Why won't you kiss me again!

"Screw the band-aids, huh?" I blushed. I seemed to be doing that a lot lately.

"How did you do that?" I asked. Then I gasped. "You can't just go around reading peoples' mind!" Jesse's grin grew broader.

"Ooh. Apparently, I'm a good kisser." I blushed deeper. Jesse smiled at me. "Really?" He asked.

"Well," I said, playfully. "I don't know... I can't really remember." He grinned again, placing his hands on my waist, and pulling me towards him.

"Will this help you remember?" He asked in whisper, before kissing me again.