The Mediator : Showtime

(A/N: Okay! YAY! Chapter eleven! And this is a good chappie! I FINALLY have an idea how my story is gonna go! WHEE!

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Don't worry girls. Jesse's coming in. Sometime later.

Here's the next chappie.)

The chapter is dedicated to Carol Chan. Carol, I'm so sorry. We were kind of close last year with GGG and everything. But then we grew apart this year. Only a couple of months ago we grew close again. Take good care of the plants. Find someone to continue us. Take care of Cris and Kimmy kk? Just when we became best friends I have to leave. I'm so sorry. I will come back to visit. Just promise to be there when I do come home. Fanfiction pride!
Chapter 11
(Oh, last A/N: PLEASE READ MY NEWEST FANFICTION, The Beginning of The End! It's kinda sad… but don't kill me! Review that one as well!)

Suze's POV

I did it before I could think.

I jumped up and ran over to Debbie. Lucky for both of us, she was standing pretty close to the table where Cee Cee and I were sitting.

I tackled her and we rolled a couple of meters away. I ended up lying on top of Debbie.

Let me just take one moment to say –

Eww

Thank you.

That was so not a pretty picture.

Right when we stopped rolling we heard a gigantic crash. I looked up and saw that the angel head had shattered into several large chunks of marble. I slowly stood up as everyone gathered around.

"Excuse me, excuse me," I heard a familiar voice say. Father Dominic shouldered through the crowd to stop and stare in horror at the mess. When I finished checking myself to make sure I didn't break, bruise, or hurt myself, I brushed myself off and crouched down next to Debbie.

Believe me, I had not wanted to rescue Debbie. I didn't even remotely like her. But no one deserves to die by being crushed by a flying marble angel statue head thing. Not even Debbie.

"Hey. You okay?" I asked Debbie.

She was staring at the disintegrated statue head with her mouth open. A few seconds later, she shrieked.

"OH, MY GOD! OH, MY FREAKING GOD!" She stood up.

"No need to thank me," I told her, flapping my hand, putting a very unbelievable sheepish grin on my face.

Sarcasm is my specialty.

"Thank you? Thank you? Look at what you did to my hair! Look what you did to my DKNY outfit!" she screamed, trying to brush off all the rubble that got caught on her sweater set and miniskirt, as if her hair and clothes were much more important than her life.

They probably were. I bet she'd want to die while she was looking perfect.

It's funny the way that people seem to value their possessions more than their own lives even if they are – or were – in danger.

Idiots, we all are.

"Whatever then," I replied.

"Susannah? What just happened?" Father Dominic asked, still examining the crime scene. His face was pale, but he seemed alright, if only a bit unfazed.

"No wait, don't tell me," he interrupted me when I opened my mouth. "Come to my office right now."

"Sure thing, Father D." I replied, recovering quickly. Why go into his office? I thought.

We helped a hysterical Debbie to the nurse's office before heading over to Father D's. It was no easy task – she kept kicking at me when I tried to touch her.

I risk my life and this is the thanks I get, God da– oh whoops. In vicinity of a priest.

"Now, tell me. What happened back there?" he asked, going over to his desk.

"I don't know. I was just sitting with Cee Cee when she shrieked and pointed behind me. At first I thought she was talking about Adam, but he didn't seem to be in a situation where she had to scream," I said, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. I leant back onto two legs and Father D shot me a reproving look. I ignored it and continued.

"But then I noticed Debbie behind him at the corndog stand. And the water fountain's statue head was heading over to her. So that's when I jumped up and tackled her out of harm's way."

"But what could have made the fountain explode as it had?" Father D asked, pacing around his office. In the long silence, I noticed he kept fingering something inside his pocket and, when he took it out, I saw it was a packet of cigarettes.

"Go ahead," I said, gesturing to the packet. "I won't tell."

He looked at it longingly for a moment. He sighed and shook his head before opening a cabinet and placing it inside.

Wow. First time I've seen a priest resist temptation.

I mean, I'm not stupid. I know that priests have temptations as well, but I've never seen one display it before.

Further proof that priests are indeed human with as many faults as anyone.

"I wonder…" he muttered but before he could finish his thought, I interrupted him with the thought that kept repeating itself in my head.

"Why, Father D.?" I asked. "Why would anyone want to kill Debbie?"

Father Dominic looked at me sharply.

"What makes you say that?"

"Um. Maybe because I believe that sculpture heads don't explode on their own accord?"

"Hmm… You may be right, Susannah. But oh, my," he said looking at his watch, "you need to get back to class. You have already missed half of fifth period, what with the whole Debbie incident… Here," he said, scribbling a late pass and handing it to me.

"Thanks, Father D." I pocketed the slip and exited the school office. When I got back to fifth period, Cee Cee looked at me strangely and hurriedly passed a note to me.

Where have you been? she scribbled.

Principal's, I wrote back.

Why? she wrote.

He wanted to know what happened, I scribbled back.

Oh, she mouthed. She didn't ask me anything more about it, much to my relief.

So, as the half hour left of Religion ticked by, I was left to my thoughts. My thoughts being one insistent question.

Who would want to kill Debbie Mancuso?

(A/N: Okay. A follow up chapter to that tackling-Debbie-to-the-ground-to-save-her-life thing. Lolz.

I hate the ending of this chapter. Oh well then.

I know some of you want Debbie's skull crushed and filled with little pieces of marble angel statue head. Sorry if I disappointed!

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