Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator Series. Only Ava (though I would much
prefer to own Jesse)
Chapter 4
~*Suze's POV*~
"Susannah, I... I love you." Overwhelmed with joy, I threw myself at him and we started kissing. He loved me! HE LOVED ME! I had suspected, but after a year and he never said those three little words, I began to wonder. BUT HE LOVED ME! I don't know how long we stood there, kissing, but soon I heard Father Dom's voice over the intercom.
"Will Susannah Simon please report to the principal's office as soon as possible? Thank you." Jesse and I broke apart, breathing hard- or at least I was breathing hard.
"I'd better go see him," I panted. I placed one more loving kiss on his lips, then hurried off to Father D's office. Was it true? Could Jesse really be brought back to life? It wasn't much of a problem now, when we were both about the same age and no one thought much about my being "single," but in twenty years, when I'm 37 and Jesse's twenty and I haven't gone out with a single (living) guy in my entire life? People might start to wonder.
I knocked once on his door, then opened it up and plopped myself down in the chair across from Father D. I couldn't help but have a silly grin on my face. But then again, I was lucky I had enough self control to keep myself from screaming and jumping up and down in joy.
"Ah, Jesse told you then, right?" he asked. I nodded. "I thought so, what with your, er, very joyous expression on your face." I blushed slightly.
"How... how is it possible?" I asked. "How can you bring him back to life?" Father Dominic sighed and looked out the window.
"Well, when you and Jesse first... got feelings for each other... I guess it was around March, about two months after you got here, I began reading. I had lost my love, who was a ghost, I believe you know." I nodded. I remembered him telling me this. "I didn't want to see the same happen to you and Jesse. I tried everything, looking for some way to let him live. I even talked to Paul-" my eyes widened. Paul? "-without mentioning any names, of course. I was simply curious as to whether it was possible. He had mentioned several Egyptian methods of keeping a death from happening, but then Jesse would be alive in the 1850's again, which would be even worse than him being a ghost. Eventually, just recently, I found a very, very, old book, that had a, well, I don't know what to call it. 'Spell' is incredibly blasphemous and heretic, but that's the closest word to describe it. But anyway, Susannah, it is supposed to bring a spirit back to life, through an exorcism-like procedure." He paused, seeming like he wasn't sure if he really wanted to tell me.
"Jesse said it was risky." I said, prompting him. Father Dominic sighed.
"Well, risky in the sense that it will go against God's will and undo what he has done. This is a mortal sin."
"Father Dominic," I said in a soothing voice, "Didn't God keep Jesse here all this time? Isn't it God that made us 'soul mates?'" I asked. Father Dominic sighed.
"Of course. Which is the only reason I've told you two. I think... we best do it soon. Tonight, in the church. Alright?" I nodded, gathered my books, and walked out of the office.
And right into Paul.
"Whoa, there, Suze. Careful," he said. His voice turned thoughtful. "You're the second one to walk right into me. I must be some chick magnet." I rolled my eyes and tried to push past him. I SO did not need Paul ruining my perfect day. I was a senior, had a hot boyfriend who LOVED ME and would be alive tomorrow morning, if all went according to plan. Plus, I was looking very nice today, with a new tan cord skirt and red scoop-neck tee under a denim jacket. Of course, with (broken in) Jimmy Choo slides.
"Not so fast, Suze. You hear? There's another one of us here."
"Yea. I met her yesterday. Ava." He nodded.
"We just, uh, ran into each other." He smirked. I now know who else walked into him.
"Well, listen Paul. I have to go to class. And so do you, for that matter." I stalked off, Paul only having rubbed off a tiny bit of my joy. Seniors, or at least those who have fulfilled their requirements, were allowed to have a free period, which I had first, and third. Very handy for when I want to sleep in. Or meet Jesse.
The bells rang and saw Cee Cee leaving her World Lit class. "SUZE!" she called, and hurried over. "Come on, we'll be late for history!" then, in a hushed voice, "Have you seen Jesse yet this morning?" and wiggle her eyebrows. Ever since she guessed he was a ghost, I told her everything about being a mediator. And even though she was a little skeptical, she eventually believed me.
"Yes. And Oh my God, you will not believe it..."
*Ava's POV*
"Who are you, anyway?" I asked. We turned and began walking back towards the courtyard.
"Paul Slater. And you?"
"Ava. Ava Villejo. So how do you know Suze?" I asked, curious.
"Well, she babysat my brother two summers ago, then I transferred here from Seattle to take care of my grandfather. She never really liked me, but I've been able to see her more lately since I kind of cornered her into taking shifting lessons. She said Jesse had moved on in June." His face darkened, and he looked angry. But then a second later his face returned to normal. "What about you?"
"I just moved here, from South Dakota, and I met Suze and Jesse yesterday, when I came to register." He nodded, and we continued walking down the path. "You mentioned a plan?"
"Well, you like Jesse. I like Suze. We have to break them up, somehow." The bell rang, and students flooded the courtyard. "Meet me right here, after school, and we'll discuss it further." He walked off in one direction, and I walked off in another.
As I was new here, and had no clue where I was going, when I opened up a door which I thought led to my English class, I ended up in a small room, the rectory, where bibles, incense, and candles lay on shelves. In a old chair sat none other than Jesse.
"Oh, hi. Is this where you, um, dwell?" I asked. He looked up from his book, nodded, and gave me an incredibly sexy smile. Sigh. He appeared much happier than before. No wonder why.
"Yes. It's not much, but it's what I've called home for the past year or so. Nice change of scenery from Susannah's room."
"You didn't like it there?" I asked, trying to figure out if he and Suze really were 'meant to be'. He gave me a slightly wary look, but even that look worked for him.
"No. I enjoyed myself there immensely, especially after Susannah came, but I'd been in the same room for 150 years." I nodded knowingly.
"What are you reading?" I asked. He brightened, slightly, from his wary look.
"It's called 'The Complex of Anxiety' and its by a Danish philosopher, Kierkegaard." He went on and on, en vein, about this wonderful book. As boring as the topic was, I just sat there and stared into Jesse's eyes, which were as dark (and delicious) as chocolate. Soon the bell rang, and I realized with some shock that I had missed my first class.
"Shit! Sorry, Jesse, I've got to go. I'm sorry, you're in the middle of telling me something..."
"It's okay. I didn't think you heard a lot of what I said anyway." I blushed. "Besides, I believe Susannah has this period free, and she will probably come see me. We need to talk about something." Damn Susannah. Always her.
"Oh... okay. Right. I guess, I'll see you around." I turned, and left. I saw Susannah coming towards that door, and I realized she was going to go visit him. She gave me a curious glance as she saw me coming from her boyfriend's house, basically, but swept in nonchalantly, as if she hangs out in the rectory whenever she gets a chance. But then again, she does. But everyone else doesn't know that she's not alone in there.
A/n: okay, guys, sorry this chapter was kind of boring. I needed a little explanation and character development, and I promise coming chapters will be more interesting. But please R&R and tell me what you think so far!
Chapter 4
~*Suze's POV*~
"Susannah, I... I love you." Overwhelmed with joy, I threw myself at him and we started kissing. He loved me! HE LOVED ME! I had suspected, but after a year and he never said those three little words, I began to wonder. BUT HE LOVED ME! I don't know how long we stood there, kissing, but soon I heard Father Dom's voice over the intercom.
"Will Susannah Simon please report to the principal's office as soon as possible? Thank you." Jesse and I broke apart, breathing hard- or at least I was breathing hard.
"I'd better go see him," I panted. I placed one more loving kiss on his lips, then hurried off to Father D's office. Was it true? Could Jesse really be brought back to life? It wasn't much of a problem now, when we were both about the same age and no one thought much about my being "single," but in twenty years, when I'm 37 and Jesse's twenty and I haven't gone out with a single (living) guy in my entire life? People might start to wonder.
I knocked once on his door, then opened it up and plopped myself down in the chair across from Father D. I couldn't help but have a silly grin on my face. But then again, I was lucky I had enough self control to keep myself from screaming and jumping up and down in joy.
"Ah, Jesse told you then, right?" he asked. I nodded. "I thought so, what with your, er, very joyous expression on your face." I blushed slightly.
"How... how is it possible?" I asked. "How can you bring him back to life?" Father Dominic sighed and looked out the window.
"Well, when you and Jesse first... got feelings for each other... I guess it was around March, about two months after you got here, I began reading. I had lost my love, who was a ghost, I believe you know." I nodded. I remembered him telling me this. "I didn't want to see the same happen to you and Jesse. I tried everything, looking for some way to let him live. I even talked to Paul-" my eyes widened. Paul? "-without mentioning any names, of course. I was simply curious as to whether it was possible. He had mentioned several Egyptian methods of keeping a death from happening, but then Jesse would be alive in the 1850's again, which would be even worse than him being a ghost. Eventually, just recently, I found a very, very, old book, that had a, well, I don't know what to call it. 'Spell' is incredibly blasphemous and heretic, but that's the closest word to describe it. But anyway, Susannah, it is supposed to bring a spirit back to life, through an exorcism-like procedure." He paused, seeming like he wasn't sure if he really wanted to tell me.
"Jesse said it was risky." I said, prompting him. Father Dominic sighed.
"Well, risky in the sense that it will go against God's will and undo what he has done. This is a mortal sin."
"Father Dominic," I said in a soothing voice, "Didn't God keep Jesse here all this time? Isn't it God that made us 'soul mates?'" I asked. Father Dominic sighed.
"Of course. Which is the only reason I've told you two. I think... we best do it soon. Tonight, in the church. Alright?" I nodded, gathered my books, and walked out of the office.
And right into Paul.
"Whoa, there, Suze. Careful," he said. His voice turned thoughtful. "You're the second one to walk right into me. I must be some chick magnet." I rolled my eyes and tried to push past him. I SO did not need Paul ruining my perfect day. I was a senior, had a hot boyfriend who LOVED ME and would be alive tomorrow morning, if all went according to plan. Plus, I was looking very nice today, with a new tan cord skirt and red scoop-neck tee under a denim jacket. Of course, with (broken in) Jimmy Choo slides.
"Not so fast, Suze. You hear? There's another one of us here."
"Yea. I met her yesterday. Ava." He nodded.
"We just, uh, ran into each other." He smirked. I now know who else walked into him.
"Well, listen Paul. I have to go to class. And so do you, for that matter." I stalked off, Paul only having rubbed off a tiny bit of my joy. Seniors, or at least those who have fulfilled their requirements, were allowed to have a free period, which I had first, and third. Very handy for when I want to sleep in. Or meet Jesse.
The bells rang and saw Cee Cee leaving her World Lit class. "SUZE!" she called, and hurried over. "Come on, we'll be late for history!" then, in a hushed voice, "Have you seen Jesse yet this morning?" and wiggle her eyebrows. Ever since she guessed he was a ghost, I told her everything about being a mediator. And even though she was a little skeptical, she eventually believed me.
"Yes. And Oh my God, you will not believe it..."
*Ava's POV*
"Who are you, anyway?" I asked. We turned and began walking back towards the courtyard.
"Paul Slater. And you?"
"Ava. Ava Villejo. So how do you know Suze?" I asked, curious.
"Well, she babysat my brother two summers ago, then I transferred here from Seattle to take care of my grandfather. She never really liked me, but I've been able to see her more lately since I kind of cornered her into taking shifting lessons. She said Jesse had moved on in June." His face darkened, and he looked angry. But then a second later his face returned to normal. "What about you?"
"I just moved here, from South Dakota, and I met Suze and Jesse yesterday, when I came to register." He nodded, and we continued walking down the path. "You mentioned a plan?"
"Well, you like Jesse. I like Suze. We have to break them up, somehow." The bell rang, and students flooded the courtyard. "Meet me right here, after school, and we'll discuss it further." He walked off in one direction, and I walked off in another.
As I was new here, and had no clue where I was going, when I opened up a door which I thought led to my English class, I ended up in a small room, the rectory, where bibles, incense, and candles lay on shelves. In a old chair sat none other than Jesse.
"Oh, hi. Is this where you, um, dwell?" I asked. He looked up from his book, nodded, and gave me an incredibly sexy smile. Sigh. He appeared much happier than before. No wonder why.
"Yes. It's not much, but it's what I've called home for the past year or so. Nice change of scenery from Susannah's room."
"You didn't like it there?" I asked, trying to figure out if he and Suze really were 'meant to be'. He gave me a slightly wary look, but even that look worked for him.
"No. I enjoyed myself there immensely, especially after Susannah came, but I'd been in the same room for 150 years." I nodded knowingly.
"What are you reading?" I asked. He brightened, slightly, from his wary look.
"It's called 'The Complex of Anxiety' and its by a Danish philosopher, Kierkegaard." He went on and on, en vein, about this wonderful book. As boring as the topic was, I just sat there and stared into Jesse's eyes, which were as dark (and delicious) as chocolate. Soon the bell rang, and I realized with some shock that I had missed my first class.
"Shit! Sorry, Jesse, I've got to go. I'm sorry, you're in the middle of telling me something..."
"It's okay. I didn't think you heard a lot of what I said anyway." I blushed. "Besides, I believe Susannah has this period free, and she will probably come see me. We need to talk about something." Damn Susannah. Always her.
"Oh... okay. Right. I guess, I'll see you around." I turned, and left. I saw Susannah coming towards that door, and I realized she was going to go visit him. She gave me a curious glance as she saw me coming from her boyfriend's house, basically, but swept in nonchalantly, as if she hangs out in the rectory whenever she gets a chance. But then again, she does. But everyone else doesn't know that she's not alone in there.
A/n: okay, guys, sorry this chapter was kind of boring. I needed a little explanation and character development, and I promise coming chapters will be more interesting. But please R&R and tell me what you think so far!