Since my dad left I felt this emptiness not even Jesse could fill. It was like I lost him all over again. I spent a few days mourning him, staying in bed, crying, eating all the chocolate I could find. My mom and Andy started to worry; my Mom told Andy that my shrinks in NYC said it was bound to happen. That my loss would hit me. Well it did hit me; it hit me like a ton of bricks. Jesse tried to help, but let's face it, he's a guy…its just not gonna happen. But he was always there to answer my 3 am phone calls, to calm me down to a slightly less dramatic sob. But it was a heck of a lot easier when he could just materialize into my bedroom. But I got over it, everyone has to die, Dad just died sooner rather than later.

It was my first day back to school since the dance, but something was different. The girls were going around talking about some hott new teacher and fixing their outfits. Quickly I straightened my Burberry skirt and swished my hair to the back, even though I don't have a boyfriend, that doesn't mean I can't make a good impression.

"What's all the fuss about?" she asked

"Evidently there is a new teacher taking over for Mr. Walden." I answered

"Reeeaaallly." She laughed "And why would anyone care?"

"Because," I smiled fully knowing her response "He's supposed to be hott." Cee's smile dropped and she grunted with disgust.

"Great, just another pretty face." I just laughed and led her into the room.

When we were inside the room the teacher was facing the window with his back to us but when he turned around my books cascaded to the floor…nearly landing on Cee Cee's feet.

"Hey!" She cried "watch it!" I grabbed her arm to show her the reason for her nearly broken foot. "Oh. My-" she began. I just stood there my mouth wide open, the teacher was cute alright, even Cee Cee would admit that, but that's not why I dropped my books. Oh no, that wouldn't even begin to explain it.

"Susannah." Ok any other time, this voice would make my heart rate quicken like 100 , but not today.

"JESSE!" I cried…oh you have to be kidding me.

"Actually…" he said coming over and taking my arm steering my out of the classroom and into the deserted hallway "It's Mr. De Silva."

"Huh?" I asked, clearly frazzled, I hate being confused…it makes me feel so stupid.

"Father Dominic needed some one to take over Mr. Walden's history class and, well, since I lived it, he thought it would be a good idea."

"Uh, for who?" I asked snottily "I mean, seriously, these kids know I date you Jesse, they saw us at the Winter Formal, and now you're my teacher!"

"Only until they find someone else that is more qualified for the job." Jesse explained

"Oh yea? So how are they going to fund someone more qualified than the person who lived it?" I spat "Jesse you should have realized that this was going to be weird for me and you should have taken that into account. Now," I said wriggling out of his grasp "if you will excuse me, I need to go have a chat with the good father." And with that, I spun on my heel and stormed off.

"FATHER D!" I exclaimed as I burst through his door.

"My goodness Susannah, what's wrong?" He asked startled

"Oh well I broke a nail…and what else was I going to say….Oh yea! MY BOYFRIEND IS MY HISTORY TEACHER!" I cried

"Oh, well, yes I am sorry Susannah but we needed someone fast and since Jesse-"

"Lived it?" I answered

"-works for the Historical Society, he was to obvious candidate." He finished ignoring me. I just stood there, aghast. I mean, seriously, perfect candidate? Yea right, my boyfriend is my history teacher…that alone should disqualify him.

"I can't believe this. I. Can't. Believe. This." I said as I slowly turned around to head back to 'Mr. De Silva's' class. Ew.

"Susannah are you ok?" Father D asked concerned.

My immediate response, of course, was no but yet "Yea Father D, I am fine, just shocked."

The next thing I knew I was standing out side the classroom, just staring at the door. I kept thinking that it would be incredibly easy to just go home but a sharp voice interrupted me…and no it wasn't my conscience.

"Miss Simon." Sister Ernestine cut in.

"I am just heading in Sister, sorry." I said and slipped into the class room.

I spent the whole class avoiding all eye contact with Jesse. Once that hand hit 12 I was ready to sprint out of there but Jesse knew me too well.

"Quierda." He muttered so only I could hear him.

"Yes Mr. De Silva?" I asked sweetly, he smile faltered

"Don't be like that." He pleaded, his eyes filled with regret. I have to admit I was all ready to forgive and forget right there…if it wasn't for the anger I still had inside of me I would have. But instead…

"Don't be like what?" I asked with the same sugary sweetness as before, and sauntered out of the room.

A/N: Sorry for this chapter being so short…this is a story I started in school to keep myself occupied. This is my first story so I am still trying to figure things out so if anything seems strange bear with me it will be fixed shortly (I hope!) Reviews are always welcomed!