beebee17 - About the review thingy, I know. And I won't do it anymore. I can see how it gets annoying. And about the pun. I actually really was thinking about doing that, but then people would probably think it was actually about his tail, which would be kinda odd if you ask me. So, yeah, I didn't do it. I might actually end up changing the name in the future anyhow.

Sunshine418 - Nope, not a one-shot; definitely a story.

maritinkerbell - Yes, I know that the title sounds like it should be in his POV. And as a little hint for the future in this story, it will be in his POV. I'll let you ponder about why that is. But like I said to beebee's review, I might change the name eventually, if I can think of a better one, that is.

teenwriter22 - Of course there are more chapters. Why wouldn't there be?

LlamaDuck - How to make the hearts: Press the numlock key on the keyboard (its above the number 7 on the numberpad (NOT the row of numbers)). Make sure the light above it is lit up. Then hold down any of the Alt. keys and press number 3 on the number pad (again, NOT on the row of numbers). And thats all there is to it.

Thanks to: BillThePonyLlama, Quietly Losing Control, Koizak, nikki007, sassystar678, and shadowheart13.

Chapter 2

"Suze, what the hell is up with you?" Cee Cee asked me as we were eating lunch.

"Yeah, Suze," Adam pitched in.

I just looked at them both, "What do you mean?"

Cee just rolled her eyes, "I don't know. You just seem so damn happy?"

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"Well, no, but its weird," she stated, "what we want to know is why you're so happy."

I grinned.

"I went over Jesse's this morning–" I started, but Adam cut me off.

"Yes, now I see why you are glowing today."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Shut your mouth, Adam, I'm not finished."

"Yes, ma'am!" he said and saluted me. Big goof.

"Well, I went over to his apartment this morning. We, uh, talked a bit. Then he led me to his bedroom–"

"SUZE!" Adam screamed, "how could you?"

"Adam, you disgust me."

"As I was saying before somebody interrupted me, Jesse led me to his bedroom and he gave me something wrapped in a blanket. I unwrapped it, and guess what was in it?"

Cee said, "I don't know, Suze."

"A puppy! Oh my god, it was so cute!" I exclaimed.

"Really?" Cee asked, surprised.

"Yeah, and it was a Pomeranian, too. Maybe he'll let you guys see it. He's keeping her at his place because my mom would never let me keep the dog at my house."

"That's cool Suze. I'd love to see her," she said, but seemed a little outraged, "but I'm more concerned as to why my boyfriend never gets me anything cool like that."

"Hey!" Adam yelled.

"Well, its true."

I just rolled my eyes at both of them and finished eating my lunch.

I got up to go throw my trash away. Unfortunately that meant going past the jock table, where Dopey, Paul, Kelly, and Debbie sit.

I walked past the table, threw my garbage away. As I was walking back to my table, Paul grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I nearly fell.

"What the fuck?" was my lovely reaction.

"Sorry Suze, I just needed to ask you something," he said while smirking.

"And that is...?"

He pulled me to a corner of the cafeteria and said, "So, I take it you slept with the cowboy?"

"What!" I screamed.

"And I take that as a yes," he said.

"What the hell are you on about Paul?"

"You just seem so damn happy today, Suze, and that could only mean one thing," he said. He always acts like he knows everything. Not this time, Paulie.

"And its not the thing you're thinking, Paulie," I rebutted.

"Okay, then if you didn't get laid, what did happen to make you so fucking happy-go-lucky?"

"None of your business."

"Fine, then if you won't tell me, I'll just have to resort to my original thought."

"Fine, Paul, Jesse gave me a puppy. Happy?"

"A puppy? What kind of loser does that?" he rudely chided.

"A guy that doesn't always try and get in your pants," I answered.

"Oh, so he's tried?"

"Paul, shut your fucking mouth and leave me be!"

I walked away without looking back once. I went back to our table to a shocked Cee Cee and Adam. I heard Paul yell, "Suze, I was just kididng!" but I ignored it. Paul can be a really nice guy, but sometimes, when he's in a bad mood, he acts like a total asshole. Take today for instance.

Cee Cee and Adam were just staring at me with their mouths hanging open. "What?" I asked them

"You-you just told off Paul Slater," Cee Cee said, astonished.

"Yeah, so?"

"Holy shit, Suze," Adam said. What the hell was the big deal?

"Susannah Simon, please report to my office as soon as possible," said Father Dom over the loud-speaker.

"You're in for it now, Simon," Cee Cee stated.

"What the hell did I do this time?" I said to them.

"You just told off Paul Slater in front of a bunch of nuns," said Adam, matter-of-factly.

"Oh," I said. I looked around. Jeez, I hadn't realized that many people were watching. And waiting. For what, I do not know.

I got up, grabbed my bag, and walked out the door. Off to Dommy's office we go! Yippee!

I walked down the long breeze way and approached Father D's office. I knocked and then heard his voice, "Come in."

So I walked in.

"Have a seat, Susannah," he said. And so I sat.

"What's up, Father D?" I innocently asked.

"Well, Susannah, Sister Ernestine just recently talked to me."

"And..." I said, urging him to continue.

"Well, she said you were yelling - and swearing - at Mr. Slater in the cafeteria. Is this correct?" he asked.

I sighed. Way to put a damper on my wonderful mood. "Yes, it is Father Dom," I said glumly.

"Susannah, you and Mr. Slater have been getting along so well recently, what happend?"

I tried to figure out a way to say this to a priest. "He kept asking me if I slept with Jesse," I replied. Oh, nice way to break it to him, Suze.

"Susannah!"

"What? I swear, that's what he was saying to me and asking why I was so happy," I tried to explain.

"And why is that you are happy, Susannah?" Father D asked, as if he was afraid to know the truth.

"Okay, Father Dom, I have not slept with Jesse, if that's what your thinking. And Jesse got me an adorable little puppy."

"A puppy?" he asked in disbelief.

"Yes, a puppy, Father Dom. Its so cute. It's a little Pomeranian puppy and it's a girl and– "

"Alright, Susannah," he cut me off and sighed, "you can go back to class now. I'll try and sort things out with Sister Ernestine."

"Thanks Father D, see ya later!" I said and walked out of his office just as the students were filing out of the classrooms.

I went to my locker and grabbed my Calculus book. Yeah, I was in Calc. Can you believe it? I never thought I'd be able to be in Calc class by me senior year, but here I am, a senior, and in Calc class.

I shut my locker and proceeded to walk to Mr. Beck's class. He was the Calculus teacher.

So, I walked into the classroom and sat down in my assigned seat. Mr. Beck wasn't there yet; he usually gets here like five minutes later than the students. Anyway, he just had to put us in alphabetical order. So, I was sitting right next to Paul. Any other day I wouldn't really mind. But after telling him off last period during lunch, I wasn't really all that happy to be sitting right nex tot him.

"Hey, Suze," he greeted me.

"Fuck off, Paul," I hissed back.

"Aww, that hurts Simon," he said, acting like it really hurt him. Pfft.

"Whatever, Paul," I replied.

"Suze, I know you're pissed off at me. I was just kidding when I said you were sleeping with him," he said. Right when he said 'sleeping with him' everyone seemed to shift in their seats. You know, to try and hear our conversation better.

"Okay, you were kidding Paul. I forgive you. Now just shut up," I said back to him.

Then a note was thrown on my desk. It was addressed to me, obviously. I knew that handwriting, too. Cee Cee.

Yeah, Cee Cee was in my class. The smart people class. I really thought I'd never be in a smart people class, but here I am. I've gone a long way since last year. Probably 'cause I've gotten over the prospect of Paul Slater being in practically every class of mine. Yeah, Paul and I made amends with each other. You know, after the Winter Formal and everything last year.

I opened up the note and read it. What the hell did Father Dom want? Did you get in trouble for telling off Paul? I rolled my eyes. She just has to know everything, doesn't she?

He wanted to know why I cursed off Paul. I told him exactly why. So, no, I didn't get in trouble. I probably would have if I hit Paul, though. I folded up the note and handed it back to her.

She opened it up, read it, and wrote something else. Then she passed it back to me. In case you haven't noticed, she was sitting next to me too. Mr. Beck made her switch seats with some kid, so now she was sitting next to me on my left and, of course, Paul was sitting on my right. Thankfully, he was not trying to read the note.

Oh. Well what did Paul say to you that made you so pissed off?

I wrote: He asked me if I was sleeping with Jesse.

Are you?

No! What the hell, Cee?

Sorry, just had to make sure. I mean, he seems the guy who would wait until marriage.

He is, Cee. We barely even get to second base, let alone actually doing it.

Oh.

I didn't get to write anymore, because at that moment, Mr. Beck came waltzing through the door.

The rest of the school day went by pretty fast. After school, I was to go over to Jesse's place to see the puppy and to figure out a name for her.

So, right after school, I got in my car and drove over to his apartment, which was only about five minutes away from the Mission.

I got up to his floor pretty fast. I knocked on his door and he opened it pretty fast.

"Hello Susannah," he greeted me and motioned for me to come in.

"Hey Jesse," I said as I walked in behind him. Right when I got through the doorway, I was mauled by the little puppy. She came and like jumped right in my arms. And thankfully, I caught her.

"Hello sweetie," I said to the puppy. Man, we really need to come up with a name for her.

She barked, well close enough to it - after all, she was still only a few months old.

"So, have you thought about her name, Susannah?" Jesse asked me.

Hmm, a name..."No, not really, but I can try now," I replied, "let's see..." I trailed off as I thought.

"How 'bout Shelly?" I asked.

"Hmm," he said, "I was thinking more of a Misty or Krystal."

"Jesse. Those are corny names. Misty is nice, but Krystal is so a human name, not something you name your dog."

He rolled his eyes at me. "Fine, Susannah, do you have any more suggestions?"

"I don't know. What about KitKat?"

He looked puzzled, "Kit...Kat?" he said as if it were two words, and looked even more confused after he said it himself.

I laughed. It was funny how clueless he was sometimes.

"Jesse, KitKat is the name of a candy bar," I explained to him.

Then, I think, he got the idea of what I was saying, "Oh. Right. But why name her after a candy bar, Susannah, its rather strange."

"Yeah, well, so is Krystal." I shot back, even though he wasn't technically arguing with me.

"Querida," he said in a fine-do-what-you-want tone, "its your dog, so pick the name."

"Good. I like Shelly. I think it's a good name for her, right Shelly?" I asked the dog, using her new name. She yipped in reply and started wagging her tail. Then she came over and started licking my feet (I had taken my shoes off at the door so I wouldn't get Jesse's rug all dirty).

"Shelly! Stop that, it tickles!" she stopped licking my feet and came and jumped into my lap.

"Wow, this dog is obedient," I said, stating the obvious once again.

"Well, I'm glad we found you a pet that likes you and will actually listen to you," said Jesse.

"Yeah, unlike your rag of a cat."

He looked at me strangely, "does he really look like a rag?" then he looked at Spike, who was sitting on the window seat.

"Yes. A very furry rag," I said, trying to hold in my laughter.

"Whatever you say, querida," he responded. And he leaned over and kissed me. Then the dog started yipping and wagging her tail. Aw, she is so adorable. And oh so furry.

We pulled apart and I looked at the clock on his wall. Wow, time does fly when your having fun. Man, it was already six and I had to go and babysit for the rest of the night.

"Jesse, I've gotta go," I told him. He looked a little sad, but then nodded his head.

I got up off the couch and grabbed my purse from the coat hanger. Jesse came over and gave me one last peck goodbye, and then I walked out and drove home.

Alright, I know practically nothing happened this chapter. However, the next chapter is where the plot will kick in. So, don't be sad, get glad (lol, couldn't resist).

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