Another Story! lol...you're probably sick of me. I thought of this a while ago and thought why not? I hope you like it and please review.
Summary; Jesse a 21 year old bad boy suddenly turns up in Carmel and much to Suze's displeasure she has to show him about. He's cocky, he's forward and worst of all...he's hot. Can she tame is rebellious streak or will the ghost that arrives make things worse?
Disclaimer: I always forget this thing! lol. I do not own the Mediator series or most of the characters. The plot is however mostly mine. lol
Laura x
My last year at High school was slowly but surely coming to an end. Like most of people I had promised to make this year one to remember. My friend CeeCee and I had actually made a pact that by the end of the year when we were graduating we would both have boyfriends.
The pact was made at the start of the year and end of the summer. It was now May and so far CeeCee was the only one who had managed to keep it. She and my other best friend, Adam Mc Tavish, had hit it off at the Winter Formal and have been together ever since.
I was happy for them, really I was. And yeah, okay I was slightly jealous of them. Jealous because they both had managed to find their "One" and the closest I have ever come to that is Paul Slater and that ended as soon as I found out he had been sleeping with Kelly Prescott behind my back. But apart from that I really was happy for CeeCee and Adam. Honest.
Sometimes, though, I blame the reason that I am single not just on Paul but on the little known fact that my social life is often put on hold because of all the Ghosts who just happen to saunter in and out of it as they please.
Yes, I am a Mediator and a darn good one at that, no matter what Paul or Father Dominic – the only two other Mediators that I know – say about my Mediating techniques; Father Dominic doesn't like how I treat Ghosts – sometimes I can be bitter and resentful towards them - and Paul doesn't like that I choose to help them at all.
So you can pretty much guess how awkward and annoying that was when I used to date Paul. I mean one minute I'd have Father Dominic – the Principal of my school, the Junipero Mission Academy - in my ear telling me to be nicer to them, then the next I'd have Paul in the other, telling me to do the exact opposite.
Thank God I wasn't going with Paul anymore. Now all I had to listen to was Father Dominic. Except of course when Paul would often feel like offering me advice, to which I would bluntly ignore.
So after I finished with Paul, I threw in the towel. What was the point? It wasn't as if guys were lining up everywhere to be with me. No. I had given up on guys, given up on love. Well more or less. I mean there was still that small glimmer of hope, deep down inside of me that one day I would also find my "One", but that little glimmer wasn't enough to make me go looking.
So basically the only men in my life are the ones I'm related to bar Father Dominic. There was my step-father, my three step-brothers and my real father whom my mother had divorced six years before and whom I never really saw all that often, except when I go back to Brooklyn for summer or other vacations. Not that I don't want to, I mean I do. I get on really well with my dad, but the fact that there's kind of a distance between us doesn't exactly help matters. But anyway to be honest, I'm happy enough having just those men in my life.
"Now Susannah," Father Dominic's voice suddenly boomed into my daydream bringing me back to the current situation. "As I was saying this young man is only going to be here for a few months at the least. I dare say – or rather hope –that it won't bother you to much to escort him around a little, as you know very well yourself what it's like coming to a new place,"
"I don't know Father D," I groaned, my social life was suffering badly already, I didn't need this on top of it all, "Isn't it enough that I have ghosts following me around all the time, never mind a seventeen year old Spanish dude, who probably doesn't speak any English?"
"Oh no, he's fluent in English don't worry about that," Father Dominic informed me, "He lived in San Francisco with his aunt for quite a while – trouble at home you see, poor boy – it's only because I'm a close friend of his aunts that he's coming here. Oh and he's twenty-one,"
"Twenty-one!" I cried; I had assumed he was my age. "Why on earth does he need me to help him about, I mean he's old enough to figure it out himself?"
"Well, Susannah, the only reason I asked you was-" He began flustered, eyeing the place where I knew he hid his cigarettes, but the sound of the door opening behind me stopped him. It was Sister Ernestine, she needed him immediately. Someone had clogged a toilet in the boy's bathroom again. Father Dominic said he'd be there soon and she gave me a withering look before leaving. I'm not exactly her favourite student.
"I have to rush Susannah, but I'll explain everything later," He said hurriedly standing up to go. I did so too. "Now, Jesse will be here at around lunch. He'll be coming to my office and after I have met with him, I shall introduce you,"
"Jesse?" I said inquisitively, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes…Jesse," Father Dominic repeated, walking to the door. "That's his name. Jesse de Silva. You will do it, Susannah won't you?"
I sighed looking at his face, those piercing blue eyes, waiting expectantly.
"Yeah, I'll do it," I agreed, sighing again as he left the office happily. What was I getting myself into?
"You have to what?" CeeCee asked, her mouth hanging open as I told her and Adam what Father Dominic asked me to do, as we made our way to our usual lunch table. I looked around expectantly, as if he were just behind me. But he wasn't.
He hadn't told me to come to his office, so I wasn't going to bother. Let him come to me.
"Yeah, I have to show him around," I said again, grimacing. I sat down on the bench opposite her and Adam.
"But, like, can he speak English, I mean imagine how hard it would be to talk to him?" Adam said an amazed look on his face. I laughed.
"Well, apparently he's fluent in English, so I think I'll be okay," I said, still laughing. "I really don't want to though. How much of a pain is he going to be? I mean he's twenty-one, where do you take a twenty-one year old?"
"I'm sure you'll think of something," CeeCee said. I frowned at her.
"Thanks, you're a great help," I said sarcastically.
"No problem," She replied casually, "So when's he coming?"
"Sometime around now, I think," I said, reaching across the table and grabbing Adam's wrist to check his watch. "Father D said he's going to his office first, and then he's going to introduce us. A joy, I'm sure," I added, then frowned again. CeeCee was no longer paying attention but instead was looking over my shoulder. I waved my hand in front of her face.
"Hello, earth to CeeCee!" I said, in a sing-song voice. "CeeCee, what's wrong?"
Her mouth opened and closed, before she finally replied, slapping my hand which was on the table over and over again.
"I think he's here,"
As I slowly turned around I realised that everyone was looking in the same direction as CeeCee. What were they staring at?
When I finally turned right around, I soon saw what – or should I say who – they were staring at. My mouth like CeeCee's dropped open.
For there walking in our direction was one of the hottest guys – okay correction the hottest guy - I have ever seen. He was tall – really tall – and had dark black hair that curled at the back, and was slightly long at the top. His black shirt brought out his rich tan and was also completely open, showing off his finely toned abs. There were holes at the knees of his jeans and small tares along the thighs. A sharp flash of light when the sun hit him, told me he had one of his eyebrows pierced and his left ear.
There was complete and utter silence as he walked across the courtyard towards the Principal's office; though all the attention didn't seem to bother him. He walked with his hands in his pockets and with an air of confidence that I don't think anyone else could have pulled off. Girls all around me were staring at him with a desperate, amazed look, that only guys like him could make appear.
When he disappeared around the corner, whispering started, until the usual noise of chatting began again but this time every conversation was about the mysterious Latino.
"Suze!" CeeCee squealed. "That's Jesse? You are going to be showing him around?"
I nodded, "Must be,"
"Must be?" CeeCee repeated, looking shocked, annoyed and amazed all at the same time. "That's all you have to say?"
"Yeah," I said, honestly. "I mean, okay the guys hot, super hot even. But did you see the way he was walking, I mean, how up yourself could you get?"
"Of course he is. If you had a face like that and abs like that, you would too!" CeeCee argued, ignoring Adam's yelps of "Hey!" I shrugged.
"Pass," I said, shaking my head.
"Suze, did you not see him or something? I mean hello he's so your type." I threw her a puzzled look; she went on, "The rebellious type. Piercings, scars?"
"Since when do I like piercings?" I asked, "And what scar?"
"Okay so you never said you liked piercings but you have to admit they are hot on him," she replied. "And the scar through his eyebrow….the one that isn't pierced,"
"Oh right,"
"Simon!" She exclaimed, "Sometimes I really don't get you!"
As she said it I noticed Father Dominic standing at the corner leading to his office waving at me to come over, Jesse standing just a bit away from him. I stood up and looked down at CeeCee.
"Well, you know me, I like to be unpredictable," I said grinning down at her disgruntled face, before walking away. I ignored all the faces that I knew were looking my way as I got closer to Father Dominic and Jesse De Silva.
"Ah Susannah," Father Dominic said as I stopped in front of them. "This is Jesse, I told you about."
"Hi," I said nodding at him, though he didn't say it back.
"Jesse, this is Susannah,"
Again he didn't say anything; instead he looked me up and down slowly, raising an eyebrow that I noticed did indeed have a scar through it. I looked round at Father Dominic, my face probably saying everything; what the hell?
He looked down at me, nodding his head for me to say something. But what?
"You can call me Suze, no one really calls me Susannah, except for Father D here," I said attempting a smile again, but it was met with the same expressionless stare. Okay, what was going on?
"She's going to be showing me around?" He asked Father Dominic fiinally, his deep voice tinted with a Spanish accent. If possible it added to his hotness but I was quickly forgetting about his good looks and liking him less and less.
"Yes, she is," I snapped with forced emphasis on the "she" part. "Got a problem with that?"
He looked down at me amused. Father Dominic wonders why I'm so bitter towards Ghosts but its ghosts that act like him, Jesse I mean, who make me that way.
"Well, I'll leave you two to it," Father Dominic said brightly giving me a startled stare before walking quickly away. Chicken.
I glared at Jesse, who was still looking down at me, as if trying to figure me out. I find that a lot of people do this around me, but it never really bothered me 'til now.
"Look, amigo, I want to spend as much time with you as much as you want to spend with me," I hissed through my teeth.
"A lot then," He said suddenly, raising his eyebrow higher, giving me a small lopsided smile.
"I…well…"I stuttered, I wasn't expecting that. What was the deal with this guy? Was he serious? "Let's just get this over with and as painless as possible, I'll meet you after school okay?"
"Whatever you say… amigo," He replied still smiling that lopsided smile. Then he walked round me and out through the school gate.