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A/N: Ah hem. Okay, this chappie is a wee bit long, me duckies. But I hope you enjoy. I quite like the ending, because I know where I'm going with this. For once in my story telling life.

Can I just say, I LOVE YOU GUYS. Seriously. Reading your reviews makes me SOOOO HAPPY - wipes tear from eye - thank you. Thank you.

Kewine: I am soooo using "okee dokee artichoke". How class is that?

Athena884: I know who I want Suze to end up with...but I can't tell you as that would ruin the plot. And we don't want that now, do we kiddies?

Gracefulnis: Of course it's not the end, fool! But I am thinking, after this story, that I MAY write another one... Not sure if I can come up with anything more original though...I will ponder though...

Nice Hayley: Ever the nice Hayley. I think you should keep your chill pills to yourself (I swapped them for horse tranquilizers as they were the only thing strong enough to calm you, however, they will kill anyone else who eats one). Your reviews may be weird, so am I, and I like weird. Seriously. I do. And I like long reviews, it makes me feel more at home with my stories, and it encourages me...if only I were getting paid... Of course I understand that you get excited after reading rele cool stories, I understand, truly, I do. Because that's who I am. Understanding Emily. (My real name) (or is it...?)

Musicgirl141: It's no joke, of course you want to be Suze...everyone does...

Gothic Granny: HAHAHA. And I also have no men... - breaks down in tears and hysterical sobbing - and you're not a loner, unless you're a loner with me...in which case, WELCOME TO THE LONER CLUB! And you will TOTALLY see Sean go psycho, I am planning a chappie where he...well, I will say no more. But Sean-going-psycho lovers, beware... And you, scare people? Don't be silly - backs away with nervous laughter, when reaches door, runs for life with arms flailing and mad screaming -

Universalcall: What exams are you taking? Are they like American finals? Whatever they are. If you are actually American. Man, I love Americans. And American finals. Whatever they are.

"Nombre de Dios! Get your hands off her!" I screeched into Sean's lips, kicked my legs wildly and flailed my arms, signalling to Jesse for him to come and rescue me. Not exactly lady-like, I know. But hey, there's only so many times a girl can be sexually harassed. And I have been sexually harassed a lot of times.

Wouldn't my mother be happy?

I felt Jesse's hand land on Sean's shoulder as the pressure and weight from it caused him to sink considerably, and Sean's lips were wrenched from mine. I filled my empty lungs with refreshing air and then turned to thank Jesse...

...Only to find he was preoccupied.

Yeah, preoccupied with ramming his fist into Sean's face. And then throwing him – with help of his telekinetic powers – across the classrooms, ploughing him through numerous desks, and crashing him into the far wall. A bone-shattering, body-smashing crash, into the wall.

"Oh my God, Jesse!" But Jesse wasn't listening. He was striding up to Sean – who was scraping himself off the floor.

Before Jesse could reach Sean, however, he was thrown with just as much force against the opposite wall. Sean had obviously figured out how to use his supernatural powers.

Can't we all just learn how to get along?

Yeah, right.

"Shit!" I scrabbled off the desk to get to Jesse. When I reached him I bent down to his level and noticed a trickle of blood running down the wall behind his head.

"Oh my God, Jesse. Oh my God. Come on, wake up, Jesse, please. Jesse!" I peered into his face. And then his eyes flickered open.

"Querida?" He asked, in a husky voice, his pupils dilating and his nose crinkling as he frowned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, Jesse," I replied. My voice was trembling and my eyes were brimming with tears.

What had I done? What I had done to him? My beautiful Jesse. And I had risked losing him over these two ugly things?

Well, okay, maybe not so ugly.

Yes. Yes ugly. Compared to Jesse, anyway.

I lifted my hand to his face.

"I'm sorry, Jesse," I whispered.

The trickle of blood running down the wall was stemming and his pupils were returning to normal. "For what?"

I opened my mouth to respond – I don't know what I was going to say – but before I could get a word out, I felt a jerk in the pit of my stomach. Like someone had planted an anchor there, and they were now yanking it out.

And then I was flying through the air.

I heard Jesse scream my name before with such fear I felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice cold water on me. I landed with a mind-numbing smash into the wall, slipping down it like some helpless doll. Slipping down to Sean's feet. Where I lay, helpless.

I couldn't breathe. I tried, oh how I tried, but something was constricting me. Then, thank the Lord, I could. Breathe, that is. Air came rushing into my lungs and the spots disappeared from my eyes.

Suddenly my body was being yanked up by the same invisible force, and I felt myself being turned towards Sean, who was controlling me.

"You're...mine..." he growled. To emphasise each word, he kindly squeezed my ribcage using his telekinetic powers. I gasped in pain as my air was limited and my already bruised ribs were forced together to breaking point. I gritted my teeth and tears were like acid in my eyes.

My head snapped back as the pain ricocheted through my body like a bullet.

"Sean-Sean...oh God...PLEASE SEAN...I can't-I can't..." I was drifting in and out of consciousness as the pain only increased, it was gripping my entire body and mind like someone was wrapping an iron blanket around me.

I heard a ferocious growl from the other side of the room, and then Sean was slammed into the wall. All I saw was a blur...and then he was gone.

I heard a stream of Spanish - it didn't exactly sound like a gush of compliments – and then the sound of bones breaking.

I fell to the floor and my legs crumpled beneath me.

"Owee owee owee ooooooooooooow!"

But it didn't exactly do any good. Not that it every does. No one took any attention of me. Not even Paul, who I suddenly discovered had disappeared. God, what a loser. I mean, he could've at least tried to save me, or something.

Sheesh. I can't believe I ever had even a tiny thing for him.

Cos I didn't.

I never ever even liked him. Ever.

Maybe just a little. Like that time when he was kissing me on his bed. Afterwards, when I came to my senses, I realised it was bad. But before...yum- my. That boy is one heck of a kisser.

Oh my God. I cannot believe I'm even thinking about that at a time like this!

I glanced at Jesse and Sean. Jesse had a knee planted in Sean's stomach and was demolishing Sean's stomach with his fist, and occasionally his elbow.

I decided I had to stop this. For myself, of course, I needed to see a doctor. So, I reluctantly lugged myself onto my hands and knees, and crawled slowly – and painfully – over toward Jesse.

I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't notice.

I continued tapping. "Jesse?" He still didn't notice.

I pushed him. He fell off Sean. He noticed.

"Susannah!" He sounded quite obstinate and annoyed. Kinda like a little boy when you take away his toy fire engine. He even pouted a little.

Then he saw the state I was in.

"Nombre de dios, Susannah!" Another bout of Spanish swearing followed. He picked himself up and scooped me into his arms.

"Ow ow ow."

He shushed me and kissed my head. I concentrated on trying to get air into my lungs. I hear respiration is the thing to do, nowadays. Jesse started carrying me over to Father D's room. He just left Sean as if he had never been pummelling him to his second death.

That's how important I was to him. I felt so privileged.

Thank God no one saw me, is all I can say. How odd would it have looked to have seen me, seemingly hanging, cradled, in the air. And being blown by an invisible wind across the school.

But still Jesse carried me to Father D's room. He was just about to open the door, when the door was flung open from the inside. By an incredibly troubled Paul Slater.

"Oh my God, Suze, you're OK!" His face relaxed and then he hugged me.

Seriously. He just grabbed me in this huge bear hug.

While Jesse was still holding me.

Awkward doesn't even come into it.

I felt Jesse exhibit a low growl. It rumbled through his body into mine.

Paul pulled away hastily and saw Jesse. His face tightened and a sneer appeared on his lips. I felt Jesse pull himself up to his full height. What, was he going to fight Paul with me cradled in his arms? What was he going to do? Bite Paul?

"Alright Paul, lead me to..." Father Dom came rushing up behind Paul with his arms full of candles and a little black book nestled in between. The same book he used to exorcise me with.

"Susannah! You're here! Are you alright? Come in, child, come in. Let's get you sat down right now." He gestured us in. Jesse was clutching me tighter and when he placed me in the big armchair opposite Father D's desk, he crouched down beside me and put his hand on my arm.

"Father D, what's with the candles and stuff?" I pointed feebly to them. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was sleep.

Father Dom actually looked slightly embarrassed. "Oh, well, when Paul came to me and explained your...ah...predicament, he suggested an exorcism. And judging by this Sean character, I thought it would be a good idea..."

I raised my eyebrows. Father D was usually totally anti-exorcism.

Out of the blue I remembered Paul.

"Oh my God. Paul! How are you?" I looked around for him and found him standing near the door.

"I'm fine, just a bump on the head. And, of course, a bit of a broken nose," he lifted his hand to his nose and started to smile. He stopped when it began to hurt.

"I am sure it is just what you deserve, Slater," Jesse's grip on my arm had tightened when he saw me smile sympathetically at Paul. In all fairness, I did break off my smile the instant I remembered that this was all Paul's fault. If he hadn't tried it on with me and got in a fight with Sean, I could be enjoying my lunch break with my friends.

"What would you know, Jesse?" Paul's eyes shrank and Jesse stood up. His fist were curled up into tight balls.

"Oh God, not again," I murmured.

"Susannah's right. Let's calm down, gentlemen," Father Dom interjected smoothly as he replaced his candles onto his desk.

"He is no gentleman," Jesse growled.

"Just because I'm not from the eighteenth century where all men have to wear tights," Paul scanned Jesse's clothes, his trousers resembling nothing like tights. "You must've been considered a pig back then, eh? Or...a cowboy?" Paul looked pointedly at Jesse's shoes.

Jesse took a menacing step forward, Father D noticed and quickly stepped between them.

"Now, now. I think we all need to take deep breath-"

"I think you'll need to teach Jesse what exactly that is, Father Dom," Paul said, the familiar smirk spreading on his face. Jesse blanched and stood limply.

"Paul, go to the nurse, she will see to your nose. Jesse, Susannah, we will talk." Father Dom's voice had such authority in it, Paul only hesitated for a second. As soon as he stepped out of Father D's office, the door slammed shut behind him, barely missing Paul's retreating back.

Jesse stood facing it, his back facing me seemed to emulate anger.

Father Dom coughed gently and Jesse turned around wordlessly and sat on the couch by the office's window, staring out of it.

"Now, I think we ought to find a way of getting this Sean to move on. Susannah? Any ideas?"

I stared at Father Dom. "Yeah, I got an idea. How about we exorcise him?"

Father D choked slightly. "Oh, no, Susannah. Exorcism is always a last resort. Have you tried talking to Sean?"

"Sean and I have been talking for about a month now, Father D. And it ain't done much good, I can tell you that. He's been getting more and more erratic. Exorcism is the only way." I folded my arms as if to say, "and that's the end of that."

"Now, Susannah, I'm sure you're just misunderstanding him. He needs you at a time like this-"

"Oh, don't worry, Father D, he's made it perfectly clear that he "needs" me." I turned my head to look at the wall with my arms still folded.

"What?" I snapped my head round to Jesse.

"What?" I replied dumbly, stalling for time. Crap. I couldn't tell him what Sean had done to me! He would kill him!

Again!

"What do you mean by that, Susannah?" He had swung his legs off the couch and was leaning towards me, staring at me intently.

"What did I mean by what?" I spread my arms in mock innocence.

"Susannah, you can tell me. Please, querida." He had moved so he was crouching down next to me and was gazing up at me with those liquid black, puppy dog eyes.

I swallowed. Hard.

"Urm, well, you know Paul?" OK, stupid question, I know. Jesse instantly scowled and grumbled. I took that as a yes. "Well, Sean is, I guess you could say, Sean is a lot like Paul."

Jesse frowned in his cute way. "Susannah, I'm not sure I understand..."

I sighed. This was gonna be hard.

"You know Paul seems to have this," I chuckled nervously, "this infatuation with me? Well, Sean seems to have one too. Isn't that funny?" More nervous chuckling followed suit.

Jesse wasn't amused.

In fact, you could say he was quite livid.

Murderous, maybe.

At least, judging by the torrid flow of Spanish obscenities that followed, and the way he stood up so fast I cricked my neck following him, and the way the loose ornaments on the desk started shaking.

"What did he do to you, Susannah?" His voice was trembling and his fist were balled so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

"Well, it's not really what he did, it's more what-"

"What did he do to you?" I gulped. I had never seen Jesse this angry. I shrank into my chair a little.

"Well, nothing worse then Paul. You know, just pinned me to my bed and-"

"Paul did what?" His head turned sharply to look at me.

Shit. I'd forgotten I hadn't told him about that.

"Paul?" I squeaked. "Who said anything about Paul?"

The whole desk was shaking now and the windows were rattling. Jesse lowered himself to my level and cupped my face in his hands. I had nowhere else to look except into his eyes.

"Querida, please. I won't be angry. I care for you, you know that. Please, Susannah." He had such a pleading look in his eyes I melted into my chair.

And I gave in.

Big mistake.

"Well, that day I got my feet messed up? And when Paul said he found my hair thingy on his bed? And when he asked you if I, if I-" OK, this was embarrassing to say, especially in front of a priest. So I lowered my voice so only Jesse could hear. "-if I sighed when you kissed me?" The pain those questions were bringing to Jesse were evident in his face, and his hands tightened around my face.

"Well, Paul and I were talking in his bedroom, and he got a little over- excited, I guess. He held me – hard – on his bed and...well." I pursed my lips expectantly at Jesse. His mouth fell open and disbelief sparked in his eyes. His hands dropped from my face like he was holding hot coals.

I saw him swallow.

"And Sean?" I felt tears spring to my eyes as I saw the hurt I was causing him.

"Sean was pretty much the same." Jesse's eyes glistened and he turned his head to look out the window.

I heard the bells ring for the end of lunch distantly, but none of us paid any attention.

"Susannah," I gazed through my tears at Father Dom, who was sat at his now- still desk, his hands clenching the side of it and his face a mask of...of what? I couldn't tell. I didn't want to. All I cared about was Jesse.

"Susannah, did they...did they..." I suddenly realised, from the look of pain and sadness on his face, what Father Dom was trying to suggest.

"No! No, I didn't let them! God, I would've told you the instant it happened if they had raped me! Sheesh, I'm not that stupid." But this little piece of - what I would've though reassuring – news didn't comfort Jesse.

Instead I heard an anguished roar and then his fist was sinking through the wall of Father D's office.

"Jesse!" We both yelled. Jesse turned to look at me. His scar glowing ominously and his eyes... His eyes were burning with so much passion, they scared me. Hooh boy, they scared me.

"I'll kill them. I'll kill them for what they did to my Susannah. My Susannah." His chest was heaving and his shoulders were rising and falling rapidly.

"Jesse, please, calm down. Susannah is fine, aren't you, Susannah?" Father D looked at me helplessly.

I rose out of my chair and walked quietly over to Jesse. "I'm fine, Jesse. See? No harm done! It's not as bad as it sounds, I swear. I mean, nowadays, tonnes of girls get sexually harassed everyday!" Okay, it was a bit of a random thing to say, but I just wanted to let Jesse know I was alright. Cos I am.

I laid my hand on Jesse's shoulder. He circled his head to look at me.

"I'm sorry," was all he said.

And then...

He was gone.