Disclaimer: I do not own any of The Mediator books, or it's characters. The only thing I do own is my copy of The Mediator book, my library card, and as my friend JayeBlack says "my plot bunny". You owe all the wonder fullness of the original Mediator to Meg Cabot.
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I was so comfortable. There was light coming in my big bay window, and the breeze coming through it. I realized it must have been open, but I didn't care. I was snuggled up against the pillows all around me propped up against the wall. They were warm, and I felt warm inside. Jesse and I were to be married. Suddenly I was all happy again, but didn't move. We were out pretty late last night and I am still tired.
The sent of men's cologne hit me. Then light pressure on my lips, the pressure of a kiss.
I was so into it.
He pulled away and I opened my eyes to ask Jesse why he was here so early.
My eyes came open and I shrieked. Paul's lips curled into his heartbreaker smile. His face only a few centimeters away from mine. I slapped him.
So much rage came out of me, I'm suppressed I didn't get up and beat him to a pulp. Hey, what can I say? He did almost try to kill my boyfriend-now finance. I thought he changed too! But of course, he just kissed me-an almost married woman-so I have a very good reason to want to beat him to a bloody pulp.
"Suze, Suze, Suze." He breathed "What's with the anger?"
I covered my self up, after all I was just in a T-shirt and boxer shorts.
I snorted, "Hmm, why am I angry, you ask? Well I don't know. Why would I be angry with you? Sense I've known you, you've," I counted on my fingers "sent my boyfriend-now fiancé may I add-to Heaven, tried to kill me, not helped your brother through his hard times, and oh yes, tried to keep Jesse form never meeting me."
"Well Suze-" He began to defend.
But I interrupted him, "I forgave you though, that's what so amazing. That I gave you a second chance. Then you go and do this? Explain."
I sat with a sighted expression. My lips pierced, my chiseled chin cocked up to a slight angle. I realized my little speech I just gave made pretty much no sense at all, but I was oozing with rancor.
"Suzannah?" sang a voice form the hallway. Shoot! I thought. Jesse's here! Oh no, oh no, oh no! My mind howled. So much so that I was just staring at the ground, unable to produce a thought, when Jesse entered my room
Paul was out of my window in a flash, before Jesse appeared form behind my door.
Though Jesse hadn't seen Paul, he did see my curtains ruffling. He must have also seen something in my eyes because he locked his glare on me.
"Where you talking to someone, Suzannah? It sounded like Paul, and you have that 'Oh Paul' look on your face."
My hand flew up to my mouth.
"Oh, Jesse! I woke up and Paul was kissing me. I slapped him. Then you came in and he went out the window," I mumbled through my cupped fingers.
I thought Jesse would have been half way out the window before I even finished, but he wasn't. Jesse's eyes filled with agony. I'm serious, Jesse's tough and beautiful eyes turned soft with pain.
"You know," his voice was so low with disappointment that it was gurgling. Like there were tears being held back, "never mind."
I don't know what made me do what I did next. Maybe it was fear of losing him. Maybe it was sadness, or maybe anger towards Paul. I honestly don't know.
"JESSE! Get him! I hate him. Oh my God!" the rest of what I said was mostly covered up by my constant sobbing.
Jesse scooped me up and told me that he would protect me form Paul. Which I have to say, however cheesy it may sound, is the sweetest thing a guy could ever do for you. It was even better that kissing him. Way better. It was like nothing could ever hurt me. Nothing could ever touch me (without Jesse's consent anyway).
A/N: Chappy 3: DONE. Was it short? I can't really tell, it took me forever to write it though. Because of school and all. Oh, yes and this fic is ending in the next chapter or two. Mainly because I can't think of anything and it truly sucks, and because I'm writing my own book. Review!