When I woke up again I knew two things: A) I wasn't dead and B) I'd called Jesse. But the way he was looking at me right now made me wish that maybe I was wrong. On both counts. Actually no, I take that back. It would SO suck if I was stuck for eternity as a ghost with Jesse. At least while I'm alive I can ignore him. But I had a funny feeling that that wasn't possible. I mean he lives in my school for crying out loud! Not exactly the easiest situation to forgive and forget. How could I forget him when I'm constantly bumping into him in the corridors. Talk about awkward. But here he was, just sitting there looking at me like he........oh shut up Suze. He does not like you that way. He's made that blatantly obvious. So instead of just lying there on what I was pretty sure was Father D's office floor, I sat up. Or tried anyway. As soon as I began pushing myself up I realised that the sitting up thing? Yeah, not a good idea. I could practically feel my spine cracking with the strain. Plus Jesse grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back down.
"Don't move. It might damage your stitches." he advised. I looked at him uncomprehendingly for a second. Not because I didn't understand him, but because he was talking to me. Actually talking. Not arguing or thinking about throwing me into the lockers as revenge. Just talking. It was kind of weird. But also nice. Not that I let on how I felt of course. I just rolled my eyes and said very sarcastically:
"I think I guessed that already." But Jesse didn't even take offence at that. No instead he just busied himself checking my head for any signs of permanent scarring and stuff. Obviously happy that I was going to be ok, he asked me angrily:
"Susannah. What in heavens name were you doing outside in a storm like that?" I swallowed uneasily. I still hadn't got around to telling Jesse about the Paul thing. I had kind of hoped I'd never have to. But I guess it would probably be a good idea to tell him the truth. Not.
"I missed my lift and was just walking home when the storm started. Then I went under the tree to get out of the rain, and the hail started. So I thought I'd better get out off...." Jesse cut me off, looking rather amused and asked in his usual unimpressed way.
"Can you repeat that please. I'm afraid I didn't understand a word off it" ok, so maybe I was babbling slightly. So sue me. I'd almost died today for Christ sake! Give a girl a break. I was about to mention this to him, when the door flung open and in rushed a very pale Father Dominic.