Disclaimer: I do not own anything, especially not the italics spread throughout that are Meg Cabot's words...

AN: Here's the next chapter. I'm excited I made it to five! I'm not sure who I'm going to do next, I'm willing to take suggestions but it is basically just whoever I feel like writing at the time. Remember, Jesse is going to be close to the end so don't be expecting him for a while. Anyway, please review, I love having input, wheter criticism or praise, it is all appreciated. Enjoy!

Adam

I sighed, bored out of my mind. What oh what could be taking the good father so long? Not that I minded missing class, I just wished I could have something to do in the meantime. Oh well, better enjoy this while I can…

I slumped back farther on the couch and closed my eyes. I heard the door open and opened my eyes. Well, hello there… In walked one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. She wasn't fake pretty like…well…over half the girls at school. She was naturally beautiful with chestnut brown hair and green eyes, which stood out against her all black outfit. This could be interesting…

She sat down with a woman that could only be her mom on the couch across from me. I paid careful attention to what she was doing. Following her gaze, I saw she was looking at the gigantic crucifix. I might as well have some fun while I'm waiting.

"He's supposed to weep tears of blood if any girl ever graduates from here a virgin."

This caused her to laugh and elicited a glare from her mother.

"Oh, Adam," said the secretary.

I was on a roll, no stopping now, "It happened last year. My sister." I flicked my eyes around and leaned closer before lowering my voice, "She's adopted."

The beautiful girl laughed yet again. Oh, yeah. I still got it. Her mother on the other hand, glared at me. Oh, well. It's not like I was trying to impress her mom.

A moment later, the goodly Father Dominic opened the door and asked to see the girl and her mother. Hmm, Susannah Simon…

He saw me and sighed, "Oh, no, Mr. McTavish. Not on the first day of a brand-new semester."

I shrugged, "What can I say? The broad hates me."

"Kindly do not refer to Sister Ernestine as a broad, Mr. McTavish. I will see to you in a moment, after I have spoken with these ladies."

I shrugged again as the door closed behind them. It's not my fault my hamster ate my math book. I have to say, it was one of my more ingenious theories about my textbooks disappearing. However, she failed to appreciate my marvelous wit.

I could only hope that this Susannah was my age. Perhaps I would have a few classes with her…

About ten minutes later, the door opened again and Father Dominic addressed me again, asking me to wait for him to get back.



"No prob, padre."

I have to admit, I ogled Susannah as she walked out the door. Hey, she was pretty. Really pretty. A guy can dream right?

And she did appreciate my wonderful sense of humor…