A/N: Don't worry! The story's nearly over!!! Woooo! Unfortunately I do have another story planned in my mind... MOOWHAHAHAHAHAA!!!

"Hey Suze, you feeling better?"

"Aw dude, you shoulda seen it." Brad butted in before I even opened my mouth. "Man, she was barfing up all over. It was way gross. Huge chunks. No joke. I don't know what she'd been eating but man-"

"Brad, shut the hell up," I snarled, managing to say a different four letter word to hell. I could feel a blush starting to creep up my neck. As much as I wanted to seem as unattractive to Paul as possible (sometimes), I did not want him knowing what my puke looked like.

"What? I'm just sayin'-"

"Do you want me to punch you?" I asked matter-of-factly, raising my eyebrow at him like he was some dumb five year old.

Well...

Brad scowled and stormed out the room, muttering some obscenities as he went.

"Loser," I said, shaking my head. You had to pity the pathetic fool, really.

Paul chuckled and looked at me. "I take it you are feeling better then?"

I sighed wearily. "What do you want, Paul?"

"To see if you're OK." I could feel Paul frowning. I sighed again.

"Come on, let's go upstairs and get some privacy." Of course, my room would be no less private than the kitchen But I felt safer in my room. Makes no sense really, what with Paul being incapable of keeping his hands to himself in the vicinity of a bed and a girl.

I trudged upstairs, mindful that Paul was copping a look at my ass as I climbed the stairs.

I opened the door and stepped aside, letting him go in first. He turned so he went through the doorway sideways, his chest scraping mine. I rolled my eyes.

And Paul, being Paul, went and sat straight on my bed. Earning another eye roll from me.

I sat on my window seat, bringing my feet up to rest on the seat. I turned my head 90ยบ to look at Paul, who shuffled across my bed to face me, leaning back on his elbows and surveying me coolly.

I let one leg drop off the window seat and dangle off the edge, and rested my elbow on my other leg's knee, letting my hand droop down. It reminded me of when I had first met Jesse, and I smiled as a familiar warm glow spread through me.

"We missed you at school today," Paul began. I snorted. He grinned and continued. "Okay, maybe it was just me. Sister Ernistine was looking for some new poor soul to torture. Apparently she was going round starting fights just to have someone to give a detention to," he shook his head. "What is the world coming to? What would Jesus say?"

I laughed, "He wouldn't have time to say anything, Sister Ern would be too busy giving him a detention for wearing only a robe to school."

Paul snorted and leaned forward. I coughed and looked out the window.

"I have something for you Suze," said Paul in a low, mysterious voice.

"Oh God, Paul, please. There are children in the house." I turned to look at him and saw him grinning widely. He slowly pulled some papers out from behind him.

"Your homework. Thought you might want it."

"Yeah, like I want to eat glass."

"So Father D said you had a kinda breakdown?" I stared at Paul who stared back unrelenting.

Remind to thank the good old Father.

"Wow, tact much?" I looked back out of my window.

"Was it Jesse? Has he finally ditched you and moved on?" Paul scowled and his voice was ever so slightly menacing.

I scoffed.

"No, Paul. As much as I hate to disappoint you, he hasn't. We just had a minor moment of...yeah. But it's all sorted now."

Paul looked dubious. "Then how come you didn't go to school today?"

"Because I was too busy barfing?"

Paul stood up and walked over to me. I sat up a bit more.

"You know, Jesse's gonna move on eventually. With or without you. You might as well just accept it."

Why did Paul always have to ruin it?

"Fine, whatever Paul. Now, kindly leave?" I turned to look out my window again, expecting to hear Paul's retreating steps.

No such luck.

"And even if he doesn't move on, do you seriously think it's gonna work? I mean, here you'll be. Alive and ageing. You'll be thirty, and he'll still be twenty. You'll be fifty five, and he'll still be twenty. You'll be eighty, your looks gone, your health gone, your spirit gone. And he'll be twenty. Still feeling lively and acting like a twenty year old."

I remained silent. Truth was, I couldn't really trust myself to speak. I knew all the facts. They kept me up at night, haunting and troubling me.

"And then comes the big blow-out, Suze. You'll still be mediating. And one day, a twenty year old will come for your help. A pretty, lively, twenty year girl ghost. And, what? You think Jesse will take one look at you after that? You'll be old, wrinkly, and, let's face it, not exactly Miss America. The opposite to that girl. And she'll be dead. Another plus for Jesse. You'll have wasted your whole life Suze. You could have everything, you know that? Are you seriously gonna waste that on a life of impossibility?"

"Paul," I started, my voice and trembling. Though whether it was shaking with anger of tears, I couldn't tell. "Get out of my room."

"No." He said simply. "I am not gonna let you waste your life like that. You deserve so much more. You deserve me."

I snorted at that. How obnoxious could this guy get? And arrogant. And cocky. And a whole lotta other things, too.

And then he kissed me.

I know! I couldn't believe it either. He's busy slating my could-be life, making me feel awful, and then he kisses me!

And one heck of a kiss too.

He grabbed my face in both his hands and put one knee on the window seat, in between my two legs. And then he leant in, his body squashing mine with one hand on the side of my face and the other on my waist.

I tried to push him off. I swear to God I tried.

I mean, I had just made up with Jesse! Like I was gonna risk losing that!

So whilst half kissing Paul (hey, you try to ignore the world's best kisser when he's busy doing his thang) and at the same time trying to push him off me (no wonder guys can't understand girls with all the mixed signals I was giving off to Paul at that moment), I did the one thing that seemed like a good idea to me.

At the time.

I called a ghost.

Not the usual ghost either. Like I said, I'd just got back into Jesse's good books, I did not wanna go back into the doghouse.

Instead I...I...

Let me just clear this up, I regret doing this.

I regret it now.

I regretted it the instant I called the ghost, for God's sake.

But I still did it.

I, Susannah Simon, swallowed my pride.

Swallowed my anger.

Even swallowed my murderous revenge.

I called...

Louisa.