a/n it's a miracle! All of you're guy's great reviews have made me feel better! LOL. Ok well so sorry to keep you guys waiting. I've been working on this chapter for a while so please no throwing fruit.
Suze's POV-
I wasn't going to let Paul bother me right now. I'm in college I should try to enjoy myself. Right? Right.
Mom and Andy are trying to get me to my room. I think they just want me away for awhile. I can't really blame them much. I mean I'm always dirtying everything up (mainly my clothes get dirty from kicking ghost ass) I failed most of my classes because of my lack of attending class (because of constant meetings with Father D) and I always seem to be getting into fights, whether it be with 'invisible forces', people at school, or Jake and Brad (I have started to call Jake and Brad by their real names since they have actually started acting like real brothers, but I still call David, Doc, because he thinks "it's important for siblings to call each other by nicknames because it shows a positive sibling bonding")
So once Jake and Paul got back from my dorm I kissed my mom, and gave both Andy and Jake quick light hugs goodbye, I took my room card back from Paul and picked up the small bag they left for me to take myself. Luckily it was the bag filled with my bra's, underwear, and PJ's, and I was grateful I didn't have to watch either Jake or Paul carry my lingerie, even if neither of them knew the contents.
I once again was left squinting down at my card. I have just made out the room number when the card was snatched from my fingers.
"Just follow me" Paul ordered
I obeyed him hesitantly. I mean knowing Paul he would tell me to follow him into hell, but of course I would only follow one man into hell. cough Jesse cough ahem, who said that? Nope not me.
Anyway I followed after Paul, and we were soon (after running up a few sets of stairs, and around a maze of corners and hallways) standing in front of a rather large gray metal door (a/n please do not get on me to much for my college terminology, for I have only ever seen a real dorm twice and in television shows. I also have never really seen UCLA up close so I don't know much about it)
"Here we are ma'am. Level 5, Room 492" Paul said in a animated tour guide voice. I quickly thanked him (and took my card back, again) and promised to talk to him later. I got hold of the key chained onto the card and opened the cold looking door. I soon found the 'cool looking door' was really very hot, being metal , and it being a California summer.
I opened the doorto face twoothers girls that looked about my age, one that looked punk and the other who looked way to preppy to be here. Punk girl was about a few inches shorter then me with ebony black hair. She was wearing tight worn looking black jeans with a deep red and black beater. Preppy had platinum blonde hair and wore a tight denim min skirt with a pink and white striped girl polo I slowly walk in, as punk girl smiled warmly, as the happy girl rolled her eyes looking upset to have another roommate. Punk girl stood up and walked over to where I was standing.
"Hello" she said putting out a hand I recognized she had a british accent
Before I had a chance to control myself I asked "are you British?"
She smiled before replying "Yea I am what gave me away"
"You're accent"
"Aha" She nodded "Gets me every time"
I coughed a laugh. I walked over to where the preppy girl was sitting.
"Hi" I said pushing my hand to her. She looked at it before looking back down at her magazine.
"Oh that's Maria, she's just pissed at the world" Punk girl said shaking her head.
"Shut up Deb. Like you would really know what my problem is" she said without looking up.
"We've known each other since fifth grade" Deb whispered.
I nodded my head in understanding. I walked over to my bed and put my bag on it where all my other bags had been placed earlier.
Deb sat on the bed next to me and pulled a small box out of her pocket. She took a small long object out and lit it. She looked over at me. Oops I must have been staring.
"Want a fag?" she asked shoving the box at me
My eyes got wide and I shook my head no.
"Are you sure I got plenty. You can have a smoke of my fag" she offered.
I stared at her until she lowered the stick. She must have noticed the look that came on my face when she asked if I wanted to smoke a fag.
"Oh I'm sorry……." She said realizing she didn't know my name
"Oh, Suze. Suze Simon." I said also realizing they didn't know my name yet.
"Ok well I'm sorry Suze. I fag is the Brit word for cigarette" she apologized
"ohhh" I said nodding. "oookkkk"
a/n ok that's all for now. This is the longest chapter in this story so far. I kind of drowned on so sorry about that. Well hope you liked it and review .