Update time. I got out of school early today, which means update time again!!!!!


I knocked on the door. "Paul?" I walked in and saw him staring at the ceiling. "Paul?"

"Jesse, he's still here." I saw a look in Paul's eyes I never and never want to see again.

"Who Paul?

He darted his eyes to me. "Marc."


Paul looked back up at me. His eyes were almost...glazed over.

"Paul, please stop."

"Why, Jesse? It's the truth." He said in a voice that sent chills down my spine. "He's in here right now." My heart seemed to stop when Paul said that. I looked around the room, but I didn't see anyone.

"No one's here." I said, shocked at how much my voice was shaking.

"Where's Suze?"

I looked at him once more before I ran down the hallway into Susannah's room.

"Gosh, Jess. Where's the fire?" She said as she looked up from her magazine and stared back at me with her emerald eyes. I smiled and shook my head.

She smiled too, confused, and looked back down. I walked back out and rested on her door.

"You ok, Jesse?" Kate asked as she walked past me. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I hadn't...yet.

Seen a ghost. I mean.

But I had a feeling I was about to.

Very, very soon.

She walked over to the nurse's station and set down some papers. Then she looked back up at me, "Dr. de Silva? Jesse?"

"Hmm?"

" I said, are you ok?"

I smiled as I walked over to the big, long desk and sat down in the chair, "Yeah, I'm fine."

She looked back down at the papers. When she reached across the desk, I saw that her wrist was bandaged up.

"What did you do to you arm?"

She looked down and said quietly, "Nothing...um, I cut it when I fell down the stairs a few days ago."

"You want me to take a look at it?"

"No." She said, quickly. Too quickly.

She looked back down. I could see her eyes filling up with tears.

"Kate. What is it?"

She looked up at me. "Jesse, you're the only one I can tell."

I smiled, "You can tell me anything."

"You won't tell anyone?" I shook my head and she asked, "Promise?"

"I promise, Kate."

She took a deep breath and said very quickly, "It was Marc."

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"Becky, get over it. It's not like he's gonna jump out of the TV screen and confess his love for you." I said.

She sighed and tore her gaze away from the gorgeous British model that was on the screen before her. She had had a crush on him forever. "I guess you're right. I mean, it's not like the right guys is going to just materialize out of nowhere, huh?"

I laughed. I couldn't help it.

Materialize made me laugh, because my perfect guy did.

Materialize 'out of nowhere', I mean.

"What about Tad? I thought you liked him."

She sighed again, "I do. But how do I know if he's...you know. The One." I smiled and said, "Trust me, you'll know."

"Ugh! How can you say that? I mean, I guess you can say that. You and Jesse are perfect for each other! A match made in heaven."

"We've had our moments. It's not a perfect relationship, trust me." I said with a laugh as I looked back down at the SEVENTEEN magazine in front of me. "And anyways, aren't you suppossed to be working now? Jesse said 1 o'clock, and it's 1:35."

"I'll wait till he- HI, Jesse." She smiled and I laughed as Jesse walked in. He paid no attention to Becky who looked scared when her boss walked in, but now she looked relaxed. She probably thought we were going to start making out again and she could quietly, but quickly, sneak out.

What?

It's happened before.

"What?" He took a deep breath and said, "Kate."

"That slut?" We both looked over at Becky. Jesse, for the first time since he walked in, realized she was there.

"Rebecca, aren't you suppossed to be somewhere?" He said with that tone that he uses on me frequently.

Too frequently.

"Yes, sir!" She saluted him and walked out the door.

"Ok, Zorro. What is it?" I asked.

"I can't tell you."

I stared at him for a long time. He sighed and took his fingers and ran them through his dark, curly hair. "I can't but-"

I turned my gaze back to the TV. "Ooo! Keith Urban's new music video!" He grabbed the remote from me and turned the TV off.

"Hey! It was Keith Urban!"

"Susannah, I don't care if it was the queen of England!" He said.

I laughed, "Well, no. Because she's not hot. Keith is. But her grandson is pretty gorgeous...Harry is too, 'cause I've always loved a bad boy. But William is just..." I stopped and pictured him. "I am so moving to England. I mean, why can't our presidents have hot sons? It's so-"

"Susannah, I know you have a babbling problem, believe me I know. I've tried to find a cure for you. But can you please PLEASE just focus for one second?" I looked at him. He sighed, "I know it's hard for you to stayed focused on anything that does not involve Johnny Depp, but please try."

"No Johnny? Hmm, I don't think so..."

"Susannah!"

"Fine. Go, cowboy."

He smiled, "Thank you. I can't tell you, but she can." I looked over his shoulder and saw Kate walk in. "Susannah, I think you should hear this."

Oh, great.

Kate's little problem tore me away from the extremly hot Keith Urban...thanks.

But then I saw she was crying...

And I saw her arm wrapped up...

Maybe this was serious.

But serious enough to take me away from Keith? I was just about to find out.


Yay! Another update, This wasn't as good as all the others, I know. Another update will be coming soon!

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-SASTMJ