Sorry I haven't updated in a while- right now I am not exactly sure where I want the story to go. But if anyone has any ideas they are always welcome. Oh and please review.

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Suze's POV

I shouldn't have worn a skirt today. But to tell you the truth, I forgot that today was when I would have shifter lessons, not until Paul reminded me, that is. But instead of going to Jesse's house right now- which, I had been dreaming of all afternoon, I am in Paul's car on the way to his house for shifter lessons. Yipee I am so looking forward to it! Not. But a promise is a promise, and now I am forced to pay the price. Oh, and did I forget to mention that Paul has a right to kiss me throughout these lessons? I am such an idiot.

We arrived at Paul's house and I got out of the car, when what I really wanted to do is puch him and run. Everything was going to be fine. We were just having shifter lessons right? Except for the added fact that I couldn't slap him when he sexually harrassed me. At least the lessons were only an hour.

"Well Suze, are you ready for shifter lessons?" Paul said with a slight smirk as we both started walking towards his grandfather's house. Maybe the day attendant would be near by? Maybe Paul wouldn't be able to kiss me? Don't get your hopes up Suze, it is not going to happen.

"Shut up Paul" I replied. And then walking towards the house with a brisk pace. After opening the front door I went straight up to Paul's room where we used to have our shifter lessons.

"Come on let's get this over with" I said in a slightly bored tone. Paul just raised his eyebrows at me and than sat down next to me and pulled out a shifter book while I tried to repress a shudder. I used to think Paul was hot- not as hot as Jesse, but still drool worthy. But after Paul blackmailed me, I didn't see the appeal, now he just disguised me.

After about twenty long boring minutes about how shifters used to be shunned in society and blah blah blah... The Paul turned to me with a slight smile on his face. And then he turned toward me and leaned in and kissed me. Although it was a good kiss, all I could think about was the fact that I was with Jesse and this was seriously wrong. I wanted to cry but you can't really cry when the guy who is blackmailing is french kissing you. So I just sat there frozen.

After what seemed like a century Paul pulled away, and said, "Well that is all for today. I will see you thursday." thank god, I rushed out of his room before I started to cry. I brushed away a stray tear and proceded outside where I waited for Paul to come and drive me home.

I arrived home just in time for dinner and thankfully I wasn't in trouble.

After dinner I went up to my room and kept getting the strange feeling that I was a horrible that I was a complete scumbag. I know I was trying to protect Jesse, but actually kissing Paul? That seemed a little extreme. So I did what I always did when I wanted to feel better about myself, I called Jesse. And after a brief chat about school and random topics, Jesse agreed to meet me on the beach in 15 minutes.

Not wanting my mother to know I was going to go meet Jesse so late- it was already 10:30 and I was supposed to be asleep, I snuck out of the window and borrowed Doc's bike.

I got to the beach just in time to see Jesse sitting on the sand looking at the ocean. I ran up to him and gave him a kiss still feeling slightly guilty. He kissed me back slightly hesitantly, I could tell he knew something was wrong- but I just ignored the situation and snuggled up to him.

"Hey" I said slightly breathless.

"Hello Querida" He replied silkily.

Jesse's POV

I knew that when Susannah called me and asked me to meet her at the beach it was important and that she was upset and wanting to be distracted from whatever was bothering her. I knew that something was wrong when she cancelled our date and made up a very lame excuse. So I knew that I had to figure out what was wrong without seeming to pry.

Susannah suddenly interrupted the silence with a question.

" Jesse if someone had to do something they knew was wrong in order to save someone they loved, would it still be wrong?" She said hopefully. I was suddenly very concerned. What was Susannah doing thatshe couldn't tell me about? Was she trying to protect me? What was she doing that was wrong? Insrtead of confronting her on it I decided to play it cool.

"Well.." I said hesitantly. "As long as this 'someone' wasn't doing something too terrible, like murder" I said trying to sound thoughtful but not suspicious.

She smiled slightly and then said " that's good."

Then me and Susannah talked for about an hour and then I took Susannah home. After dropping her off I headed home, while wondering what Susannah was bothering Susannah. It couldn't have something to do with Paul could it? Maybe he was threatening her? I decided I would pay Paul a little visit just to make sure he wasn't hurting my Susannah.

Paul's POV

I felt bad about the shifter lesson with Suze, when I realized she was crying afterwards. But I got over my guilt pretty quickly when I remembered that I would see her again on thursday. I went to sleep with that happy thought but was rudely woken up when I saw Jesse standing over me looking extremly angry.

"We need to talk." He said with his eyes flashing.

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