Bonjour mes amies!! J'ai écrire la chapitre cinq!! Voilà!! Hahaha sorry, just practicing my français...

Translation: Good day my friends!! I have written chapter five!! Here it is!! Well, at least I think that's what it says...see, this is why I need to practice my french. Because it sucks. And yes, I'm in IB French 1...my fourth year of the language. And I still can't speak it at all. Haha, story of my life. Uum, anyways...I'll shut up now.

When I got home, my mom interrogated me about where I had been, and when I told her, she switched gears at the speed of light and started questioning me about Paul. Even though she was trying to be stern, I could tell that she was happy about me spending time with him. Although she had no idea what the "tutoring lessons" really were, or that I actually hated Paul Slater's guts. After what seemed like an hour, I escaped to my room, and collapsed on my bed, exhausted. Plus I still had that awful pounding in my brain and my ears were ringing. I just wanted to lie down in my bed and never get up. But when do I ever get to do what I want to in life? I was interrupted (of course) from my blissful slumber by—what else—a ghost. Keeping my eyes closed, I yelled,

"Leave me alone!" A familiar voice chuckled, and I sat up, gingerly rubbing my head. It was my dad.

"Well, hey to you too, sweetie." He joked, sitting down next to me on my bed.

"Oh my god, you show up at the most inconvenient times, Dad! Can't you see I'm trying to sleep? What do you want?" I know it was rude, but hey. I was tired, and groggy, and in pain.

"I heard that you have been spending a considerable amount of time lately with a boy...a boy that I haven't met yet. I think I might just have to check this guy out for you."

"What are you talking about? Wait...do you mean...hah! No way! Are you talking about Paul? Dad, I am not dating Paul Slater. I hate him, actually." I thought about what he said for a moment, and then added, "By the way, you won't be able to spy on him anyways, 'cause he's a mediator too. He can see you." My dad looked surprised, and then grinned mischievously.

"That makes it even better. I can have a little chat with him tomorrow." I groaned.

"DAD! I won't be doing anything like that with Paul! He is not my boyfriend! I told you, I hate him!"

"Then why do you keep going over to his house?" He saw the look of exasperation on my face, and said, "I'm just looking out for you, Suzie."

I groaned louder, and flopped back down onto my bed. This is just great. Paul will get a kick out of my dad coming to have the father-boyfriend talk...not only will he find it hilarious, but I'm sure it will only encourage him to come after me even more. He'll probably think I told my dad that I liked him or something. However, after my dad disappeared, I had a more disturbing thought: How did my dad find out? I know ghosts can spy on people, and they can probably learn a lot, but if my dad knew, did that mean that Jesse might know too? I still hadn't told him about the shifting lessons, because I know he'd freak. But what if he already knew? What if he was waiting for me to tell him...or if he was trying to see how I would defend myself if he confronted me? Oh, shit. This was not good. But I was jumping to conclusions. Jesse probably still had no idea, right? Right. I thought to myself firmly. There was no use in worrying about it now. My head hurt too much. I decided to go back to sleep and think about it when—no, if—it came up later.

By the time next Monday rolled around, everything seemed normal. Jesse was completely fine with me, and hadn't hinted that he knew anything about the lessons. I didn't see him as often as I was used to, but of course that was because I still wasn't used to him living at the rectory. I still saw him often enough, and I was happy with that. Paul was waiting for me at the entrance to the school on Monday afternoon, and I reluctantly hopped into his convertible, looking furtively around to make sure Jesse was nowhere near. Paul smirked at me as I buckled my seatbelt, and said,

"I had a nice visit with a certain Peter Simon a few days ago." A/N: Suze's dad was named Peter, right? I think I'm right, but I'm too lazy to go look in the books. I groaned and blushed, thinking that I had been completely right. Paul was totally taking this the wrong way. I'm sure my blush wasn't helping much, but that was something I couldn't control. I looked down at my feet—decked in the latest heels from Ferragamo that I bought with my leftover summer job cash—and replied,

"Um, yeah. About that. My dad's a little over protective with the boys I...am acquainted with. He thinks they all want the same thing." I looked over at Paul, and then said under my breath, "Well, he was right about you." Paul laughed out loud at this—I guess shifters have super hearing too—and slid his arm around me. I shrugged him off angrily, and told him to drive.

"Today, I am going to teach you how to read minds. Sound like fun?" Paul asked with a twinkle in his beautiful blue eyes. I grinned despite myself, and said,

"Surprisingly, yes." He smiled, and began to talk. Now I won't bore you with all the details, because it was a whole lot of theory and shifter history, and stuff like that. I will say that by the end of my lesson, I had begun to pick up Paul's thoughts, and I could send my own out fairly well. All in all, I was feeling pretty impressed with myself, and I couldn't wait to go home and see if I could read my family's minds. Of course, I wouldn't completely invade their privacy, but...hey, this stuff is fun! I was sitting on Paul's bed thinking about this while waiting for him to come back from the bathroom, when I heard it.

Susannah Simon! Listen to me, we don't have much time.

I gasped and looked around, but there was no one there. I heard it again:

Paul is not telling you everything you should know. Do not trust him.

Suddenly I realized that the voice was coming from inside my own head...it was a shifter! I was confused for a second, and then I remembered, Paul's grandfather was—is—a shifter! I replied,

Dr. Slaski? Is that you?

Yes, now listen carefully. Paul has a collection of articles and research papers about shifting in a box under his bed—

Yeah, I know, I've seen them! I answered.

Not all of them. There are some papers in there you need to read. Paul isn't in the room now, is he?

No, he's in the bathroom.

OK, I want you to take all the papers and go home and make copies of them.

But won't he notice that they're gone? I asked confusedly.

I'll take care of that. Can you come back tonight to return them?

Um, yeah, sure. But how—

I'll make sure Paul is out of his room at exactly 10:05 pm. You must get the papers back by then, or he will know.

Ok, I will. I had no idea what was going on, but I decided to play along. Maybe Dr. Slaski was telling the truth. I was extremely curious, not to mention a little scared. He sounded pretty serious about the whole "Paul Slater is the Spawn of Satan, don't trust him" thing. I reached under the bed and took all the papers from the box, and hurriedly stuffed them into my backpack. Just then Paul came back into the room.

"Ready to go, Suze?" I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, lest I let something slip. I followed him wordlessly out to the car, and went home, deep in thought.

Well, it wasn't a cliffhanger, but at least it was a little turn of events. Hope you liked it! REVIEWS PLEASE!