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The second I walked through the front door, I shot up the steps to my room and collapsed on my frilly pink bed. Thank God my mom didn't see me come in, because I know she would have ambushed me with questions about why I didn't come home after school. I don't think she'd appreciate hearing about how I got detention, even though it was a perfectly good excuse for being late. I sat up and looked out the window at the beautiful ocean view, then jumped and nearly screamed as someone materialized right in front of the window where I was staring.

"Jesse, don't do that! You scared me half to death—oops, I mean...sorry, that wasn't very tactful...what are you doing here anyways? Didn't I just say goodbye to you outside?"

"I missed you, Querida." He replied in that soft, silky voice, sitting down on the window seat. What can I say? I melted. I had to restrain myself from screaming and jumping on him right there; that probably wouldn't have been a very good idea...instead, I walked over to the window and kissed him lightly. He pulled me down onto his lap, and we had just started a heavy-duty make out session, when...

"Suze! Phone!" I groaned, and walked over to my nightstand and picked up the phone.

"Yeah?" OK, I know it wasn't very polite, but I was kind of ticked off. Well, you would be too if you were interrupted at a time like that. Then I brightened as I heard the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, hey Cee...Yeah, I'm just a little angry...Yeah, Mr. O'Rourke gave me detention...Actually it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be...oh hold on, I'll ask." I went to my bedroom door, and stuck my head out.

"Hey mom! Can I sleep over at CeeCee's tonight?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll drive you after dinner."

"Cee? My mom says that's fine. I'll be over after dinner, around seven? 'Kay, bye." I hung up the phone, and turned back to the window seat, only to find Jesse was gone. Damn! Oh well, It's not like I'm gonna be hanging around here alone tonight pining for him or anything...Oh, who am I kidding? I'm always pining for Jesse! I sighed and walked down to dinner.

"So how was detention 'not that bad'? I mean, its detention! Well, I wouldn't really know how bad it is, because I've never been there, but still!" We were sitting in CeeCee's kitchen in our pajamas, eating giant bowls of ice cream sundaes.

"I dunno." I replied vaguely. "It just wasn't as bad as detentions I've had before." I looked at CeeCee's skeptical face, and groaned inwardly. "OK, Cee. You know what? I'm gonna tell you the truth." I looked down at my ice cream. "Can we take these up to your room?"

"Yeah, sure." She replied, looking confused. "What do you mean, the truth? The truth about detention?"

"Just wait." When we got to her room, we sat down on her bed across from each other, and I took a deep breath and began.

"Remember last week when you asked me if Jesse was a ghost? Well, you were right. I'm what's called a mediator. I can see, hear, speak to, and even touch, the dead. Ghosts." I told her everything, from my dad still visiting me sometimes to the psychic I went to in New York. I told her about all the ghost cases that she helped me on without knowing it, all the weird behavior that I could never explain, even the real reason that I hate Paul. When I was finished, she stared at me in shock, her forgotten sundae dripping onto her lap, completely melted. She finally spoke,

"Well, if I didn't know you that well, I'd say you were freakin' insane. But I have seen some pretty weird shit going on around you, and I don't think you're that good of a story teller to make all this up. As crazy as it sounds, I believe you." I smiled, relieved.

"You know, you're the first person who I've ever told."

"Aw, thanks. You've decided to tell me all about your crazy life before anyone else. That's so sweet!" She grinned and I hit her with a pillow. "Now, I want all the details: Who's Jesse? You said he was a ghost, but I want to know everything!"

"Well, you kind of already do...remember the body they found buried in my backyard last summer?" She gasped and looked at me, her violet eyes opened wide.

"NO! Are you serious? THAT'S Jesse?!?"

"Yup." I nodded.

"Wow, no wonder you were so upset about it. So that whole story you made me print in the Pine Cone, that was all true? I thought that guy's name was Hector."

"That's his real name, but all his friends and family called him Jesse."

"Wow." She said again. "So, is he cute?"

"Are you kidding me? He's the hottest guy I've ever seen in my life! Too bad I'm the only one who can see him...except for Paul. And Father Dom."

"I still can't believe my principal can see ghosts. That's insane! So that's why you're always being called into the office, not because you're a troublemaker."

"Well, I still am a troublemaker. Remember the whole detention thing?" I said, grinning.

"Oh yeah, what was up with that? You decided to tell me all this after I mentioned it..." CeeCee replied.

"Well, as you know, I wasn't the only one in detention this afternoon. Paul is still serving his punishment for last week. So I was getting ready for the worst afternoon of my life, when Jesse showed up. Sister Ernestine couldn't see him of course, but I got to make Paul mad, and there was nothing he could do about it! It was actually lots of fun!" CeeCee rolled her eyes at me and smiled.

"Simon, you're crazy."

"Well, of course I am! I just told you I talk to ghosts!" I smirked.

"Oh yeah. So are you gonna tell Adam?" She asked.

"I think so. It's kind of hard to tell one of you anything without telling the other. Speaking of Adam, what's going on between you two?" We started gossiping a little more, then fell asleep at about one in the morning.

The next day after I got home, my mom told me I missed a call. She said the caller didn't leave his—yes, his—name, just a number to call him back. I was pretty sure I knew who it was, so of course I wasn't too excited about returning the call. Sure enough, on the other end of the phone, I heard a voice I've come to know so well—and not in a good way.

"Morning, Suze. I think it's about time you took me up on that offer of mine...what do you say you come over to my house later today? I'll show you how to do things you never thought you could." I groaned.

"Paul, that's gross." He chuckled, and said,

"Hey, I'm talking about shifting. You're the one with the dirty mind, sweetheart." Eew, I could almost see that arrogant smirk on his face.

"Ugh, don't call me that. Fine, I'll come over, but NO TOUCHING! Of any kind! Got it? I'm only doing this for Jesse, you know."

"Sure babe. See you at three?"

"Fine." I said again, rolling my eyes. This was going to be tons of fun, I could already tell.

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