Ok, firstly, thankyou to all my reviewers on that last chapter.

Secondly, I am SOOOOOOO sorry!! I know I said I would have it the next day, but I lost my story, and all my notes and even all the plans for my other fanfics which I will write!!! You see I don't write my storys on the pc, I write them up on paper first. I could not think of what I had written, and as I was pretty pleased with chapter 3, I didnt want to rewrite it. So I kept on looking. Anyway, I found everything a few days back under my desk. So I edited it all and I am ready to post this! Yey!! Here we go!

Ok. I don't know why I punched him. And yeh, it was pretty stupid, seeing as I now had a detention on my first day back. I mean, it isn't as if Jesse's my boyfriend,but still, I really doubt my mother would ever let me have a guy over 20 years old (nevermind 150) in my room, whether he was a boyfriend or not.

"Yeah," Brad had said at lunch, when I'd stood infront of him, unable to speak. However, I wasn't, as he thought I was, speechless because he'd caught me sneaking my 'boyfriend' in at night. I was speechless because Brad -thick as a plank Dopey- could hear Jesse! David was way smarter than him, and he couldn't hear ghosts! I'd definately have to check this one with Father D. I finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"What about Jake? He's not gonna let you have a bunch of your mates over so you can all get wasted!" I exclaimed.

"Are you joking?" he asked, looking at me as though I was insane. "Jakes getting me the beer!"

"Jake? Jake is getting you beer? No way. no freaking way would he-" Then I realised. "What are you paying him?"

"A hundred dollars, and I'm doing his chores for a week," Brad replied, smugly. Woah. A hundred dollars and Jake nearly had enough for the Camaro he wanted. No wonder he was willing to supply Brads booze.

I finally snapped when Brad said:

"And David won't tell either, because if he does, I'm gonna kick his snivelling little ass from here to Australia."

And so, I pulled back my fist and pummelled Brad in the stomach.

Before I could really lay into him though, Mr Gillarte, the coach, pulled me away from him and pushed me in the direction of Father Dom's office. And so here I was, in the principals office for the second time that day.

"Well, what can I say? Some people can sense things much better than others," Father D. had said when I'd finished giving my account of the events leading up to punching my step-brother.

"Brad though?" I asked, shocked. I mean, the only other member of the family who could sense Jesse's presence was Max, and he's a dog, for Gods sake. Animals can sense these things! And yeah, so Brad could be mistaken for animal, he wasn't exactley the sharpest pencil in the box was he?

After another lecture on how I should conduct myself from Father D, I finally got away. The rest of the day basically consisted of me not doing any work at all, and musing over how best to put the question I was burning to ask Paul. Speaking of burning, and Paul, how come every time I caught Paul looking at me I felt like I was gonna burn up from the heat? I think I managed to start sweating at one point! I don't do sweating! sweating is just so not me! I was definately going to have to look into this.

I dutifully went to my detention, where Jesse stopped by when the teacher wasn't in the room to tell me about a stirring he had felt. Damn him and his feelings. Whenever he felt a 'stirring' I ended up having a near-death experience!! I told him I'd deal with it, and he left to go rattle some chains, or whatever else it is he does when he's alone. I didn't remember about the huge book from Father D. until after he'd left. Now I was going to have to lug it up a hill. Boohoo.

After the teacher on duty finally let me go, I began the long trek home. However, as I was reaching the school gates, guess who showed up? Thats right. Paul. In a silver BMW convertible too. Nice. Maybe I could ask him a few things. Namely about that little hero act he pulled up in the Shadowland.

"Hey," he said casually, leaning out of his car. "Want I ride?"

"I most definatley do," I said, and without a seconds thought, a hopped in. This book Father Dom had given me was getting mighty heavy.

Ok, from now on, I promise to not make any sucky promises about how fast I wil update. They just don't work out. Review peoples!!