Hey all. this is my first attempt at a fanfic.. Consider yourselves duly
warned. ^o.o^
This starts where the preview of "Haunted" leaves off.
Disclaimer: All of this belongs to Meggin Cabot, a.k.a Jenny Carroll, who
is an AWESOME AUTHOR! except for my pathetic excuse for a plot. Please
don't sue me! I'm just a Justice & Law Admin major. I got no fame, I got no
money.. What have I got? don't answer that
Haunted
Chapter 1
A million thoughts ran through my head as I numbly navigated my way through the halls to Mr. Walden's classroom. The new door, which had been completely replaced since the memorable events of last year, when the copper head from the statue of Junipero Serra, founder of Junipero Serra Catholic Academy, where I and my stepbrothers attend school, had smashed it to smithereens, under the supernatural influences of a homicidal ghost, was open, welcoming my fellow students.
I sat down in a stupor, wondering what exactly Paul Slater was doing here, on MY turf. Mr. Walden lectured on about something or other. I ignored him, focusing on more important things. Hadn't Jesse made it clear that he was unwelcome here? And what, pray tell, did he mean by losing?
Awhile later, my jumbled thoughts were interrupted by a sharp prick at the side of my abdomen. I jumped before realizing it was a pencil point, not a knife.
I stared accusingly at Cee Cee, who was looking at me bewilderedly.
"Are you okay?" she whispered, glancing at Mr. Walden, who was still talking as he wrote on the blackboard. "You were grabbing on to your desk pretty hard."
I looked down at my knuckles, which were turning white. If Cee Cee's piercing glance was any indication, she thought I was really losing it this time.
For a second, I thought about telling her the truth, that the new kid, like most of my previous boyfriends, had a dark side, and the last time I'd seen him he was in death's waiting room suffering from a broken nose inflicted by the ghost who had been living in my bedroom ever since he had been murdered by his fiancée.
"No," I whispered back, glancing at Mr. Walden, who was still oblivious to our conversation. "I'm fine."
I am such a liar.
And Cee Cee apparently knew it, too. "You are NOT okay. I-"
Thankfully, at that moment the bell rang, saving me from my lies. For a few periods, anyway. I didn't see Cee Cee for a few periods, and I luckily didn't see Paul at all, except for once in the hallway, but I escaped into algebra before he got too close. Thank God.
But at lunch, Cee Cee grabbed me from my thoughts of Paul and Jesse and forcefully steered me to a patch of the courtyard that seemed the least populated. "Okay, Suze," she said, releasing me. "I think I've figured it out."
I carefully faced away from her, looking at the beach, and smoothing my ensemble from where it had gotten wrinkled when she none-too-gently dragged me away. I hoped she couldn't see my alarm. How did she figure it out? Had Paul managed to tell her somehow?
"Oh?" I said, trying to keep my voice from squeaking. "Figured what out?"
Cee Cee walked between me and the beach, her white hair flashing in the sun. She crossed her arms, gazing at me confidently, "are afraid of commitment."
"What?" This time my voice did squeak, I was so relieved. Cee Cee, luckily, didn't seem to notice my joy. Although, I must admit, my feelings were a bit mixed. So far, the only people alive that knew my secret were Father Dom and Jack, both fellow mediators, and Gina, my best friend from back home in Brooklyn. She had been with me when we met Madame Zara, a fortuneteller who saw that I was a mediator. She also had another prediction for me, which Gina reminded me of when she visited me on spring break earlier in the year. According to Gina, Madame Zara had predicted I would have one true love until the end of time.
Huh. Try telling HIM that.
"I figured it out today, when you were talking with the new kid. Suze, its understandable that you are afraid of commitment, what with Michael and all, but that kid is HOT. What are you thinking, letting him get away? He is just born to date someone." Cee Cee looked as if she was already planning our wedding. I figured letting her think that I was afraid of dating another Michael Meducci, who was a multiple murderer and had tried to kill me, was better than knowing the truth, that Paul had already tried to do the same. Or something like that. I wasn't actually too clear on what was going on up there, but I was pretty confident that he was up to no good. Plus he threatened my would-be boyfriend, which is always a no-no in my book.
"Why don't you go out with him?" I asked slyly. Cee Cee blushed, and glanced back in the direction we had come. I followed her gaze, seeing Adam flirting with one of the girls sitting next to him. Even from our distance, I could see the girl roll her eyes before moving to a more secluded spot to finish her lunch.
While she was otherwise occupied, I took the opportunity to walk back to my food, surreptitiously scanning for signs of Paul on the way. Cee Cee followed with one last sigh in Adam's direction.
My gaze fell on Paul sitting with, surprise, surprise, Kelly Prescott and her clique, who were wasting no time getting in his good graces.
Unfortunately, he also saw me, and winked.
Winked.
At me.
I hurriedly busied myself with my salad. Cee Cee, sitting opposite me, smiled knowingly. Adam also noticed, and looked between me and him. "Paul Slater? Suze, you sure have your sights set high this year," he commented mockingly. He, like Cee Cee, obviously mistook my glance as interest, instead of what it was, fear.
I tell you, my life sucks.
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A/N: If y'all don't like this story, I'm gonna take it down. So, REVIEW!! so I know whatcha think. That little blue button is calling your name. review me. review meeee!
Haunted
Chapter 1
A million thoughts ran through my head as I numbly navigated my way through the halls to Mr. Walden's classroom. The new door, which had been completely replaced since the memorable events of last year, when the copper head from the statue of Junipero Serra, founder of Junipero Serra Catholic Academy, where I and my stepbrothers attend school, had smashed it to smithereens, under the supernatural influences of a homicidal ghost, was open, welcoming my fellow students.
I sat down in a stupor, wondering what exactly Paul Slater was doing here, on MY turf. Mr. Walden lectured on about something or other. I ignored him, focusing on more important things. Hadn't Jesse made it clear that he was unwelcome here? And what, pray tell, did he mean by losing?
Awhile later, my jumbled thoughts were interrupted by a sharp prick at the side of my abdomen. I jumped before realizing it was a pencil point, not a knife.
I stared accusingly at Cee Cee, who was looking at me bewilderedly.
"Are you okay?" she whispered, glancing at Mr. Walden, who was still talking as he wrote on the blackboard. "You were grabbing on to your desk pretty hard."
I looked down at my knuckles, which were turning white. If Cee Cee's piercing glance was any indication, she thought I was really losing it this time.
For a second, I thought about telling her the truth, that the new kid, like most of my previous boyfriends, had a dark side, and the last time I'd seen him he was in death's waiting room suffering from a broken nose inflicted by the ghost who had been living in my bedroom ever since he had been murdered by his fiancée.
"No," I whispered back, glancing at Mr. Walden, who was still oblivious to our conversation. "I'm fine."
I am such a liar.
And Cee Cee apparently knew it, too. "You are NOT okay. I-"
Thankfully, at that moment the bell rang, saving me from my lies. For a few periods, anyway. I didn't see Cee Cee for a few periods, and I luckily didn't see Paul at all, except for once in the hallway, but I escaped into algebra before he got too close. Thank God.
But at lunch, Cee Cee grabbed me from my thoughts of Paul and Jesse and forcefully steered me to a patch of the courtyard that seemed the least populated. "Okay, Suze," she said, releasing me. "I think I've figured it out."
I carefully faced away from her, looking at the beach, and smoothing my ensemble from where it had gotten wrinkled when she none-too-gently dragged me away. I hoped she couldn't see my alarm. How did she figure it out? Had Paul managed to tell her somehow?
"Oh?" I said, trying to keep my voice from squeaking. "Figured what out?"
Cee Cee walked between me and the beach, her white hair flashing in the sun. She crossed her arms, gazing at me confidently, "are afraid of commitment."
"What?" This time my voice did squeak, I was so relieved. Cee Cee, luckily, didn't seem to notice my joy. Although, I must admit, my feelings were a bit mixed. So far, the only people alive that knew my secret were Father Dom and Jack, both fellow mediators, and Gina, my best friend from back home in Brooklyn. She had been with me when we met Madame Zara, a fortuneteller who saw that I was a mediator. She also had another prediction for me, which Gina reminded me of when she visited me on spring break earlier in the year. According to Gina, Madame Zara had predicted I would have one true love until the end of time.
Huh. Try telling HIM that.
"I figured it out today, when you were talking with the new kid. Suze, its understandable that you are afraid of commitment, what with Michael and all, but that kid is HOT. What are you thinking, letting him get away? He is just born to date someone." Cee Cee looked as if she was already planning our wedding. I figured letting her think that I was afraid of dating another Michael Meducci, who was a multiple murderer and had tried to kill me, was better than knowing the truth, that Paul had already tried to do the same. Or something like that. I wasn't actually too clear on what was going on up there, but I was pretty confident that he was up to no good. Plus he threatened my would-be boyfriend, which is always a no-no in my book.
"Why don't you go out with him?" I asked slyly. Cee Cee blushed, and glanced back in the direction we had come. I followed her gaze, seeing Adam flirting with one of the girls sitting next to him. Even from our distance, I could see the girl roll her eyes before moving to a more secluded spot to finish her lunch.
While she was otherwise occupied, I took the opportunity to walk back to my food, surreptitiously scanning for signs of Paul on the way. Cee Cee followed with one last sigh in Adam's direction.
My gaze fell on Paul sitting with, surprise, surprise, Kelly Prescott and her clique, who were wasting no time getting in his good graces.
Unfortunately, he also saw me, and winked.
Winked.
At me.
I hurriedly busied myself with my salad. Cee Cee, sitting opposite me, smiled knowingly. Adam also noticed, and looked between me and him. "Paul Slater? Suze, you sure have your sights set high this year," he commented mockingly. He, like Cee Cee, obviously mistook my glance as interest, instead of what it was, fear.
I tell you, my life sucks.
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A/N: If y'all don't like this story, I'm gonna take it down. So, REVIEW!! so I know whatcha think. That little blue button is calling your name. review me. review meeee!