Hey all. Thanks for reading my story! I came home from school and kicked my brother off the computer and found all these wonderful reviews!

In response…

GroovyBananas: Suze has kind of given up because she's, well, sort of depressed. I mean, imagine your boyfriend suddenly forgetting about you, can't remember your name, and start going out with the Queen of the 3 P's-Pretty, Perfect, Popular. She just thinks that she has no chance if Jesse doesn't remember her, you know?

Becca: Paul might return. But he knows Suze isn't happy with him, and he's smart enough to keep a low profile for a while. She did beat him up as soon as she saw him after she realized Jesse forgot everything, you know.

Okay. On with Chapter Three. Enjoy.

Chapter 3

Suze's POV

"I should never have trusted him. Then I wouldn't have lost you," I whispered. "Susannah!" I heard Father D. call. I sighed. "Someone said they saw you come this way. What are you doing here? I need to speak with you." He came into the graveyard, saw me, and frowned disapprovingly. He knew what I was going through, but, in typical Father Dominic fashion, was completely unsympathetic in the matters of the heart. "Susannah. You must move on," he said, and if I wasn't so close to sobbing, I would have rolled my eyes.

"I tried, Father D. You know I did." He only sighed, took my arm, and led me through the path back to the school. As we were walking, I thought I saw someone out of the corner of my eye, but by then I was too far away to see clearly.

Once inside his office, Father Dominic sat down and ushered me to do so as well. "How is the progress with that woman, Theresa?" Theresa was a ghost who had come to me a few days ago, asking me to let her husband know that he could move on. Apparently, she had died about 3 years ago, but her husband is refusing to fall in love again. It was very sweet.

"I had her write a note, and I snuck into his house and left it on the kitchen table. She'll let me know if it didn't work," I responded sullenly, picking at my fingernails. Father Dom narrowed his eyes at me.

"Susannah. I know it hurts, but you need to move on. I did, and you can too," he said firmly. I gazed out the window, and a tear slid down my face. He may have been able to move on, but I never would. Madame Zara said so. "You will have one love that will last for all of eternity." Ever since Jesse and come alive and forgotten about me, those words had echoed in my head over and over, louder and louder until I could barely stand it.

Father Dominic apparently noticed the tear, since he dropped the stack of papers he was looking through onto his desk, and got sort of annoyed. "Susannah, you have to stop pitying yourself. It doesn't help. Just because Jesse--" the door opened, and he broke off.

"Uh, Father Dominic? Can I talk to you?" It was him. Jesse. I quickly wiped the tear away and sniffed, but I think he saw me, and gave me a concerned look.

"I need to go to a quick meeting in a few minutes," Father Dom said distractedly. "Can you come back here in about half an hour?" Jesse nodded, and Father Dominic looked at me. "Come back later, Susannah. We aren't through talking." I stood up, slung my messenger bag over my shoulder, and left his office. What I had forgotten was Jesse and I had first period English together. He came over to me, and gave me a curious look.

"Are you okay? You've seem kind of down for the past few weeks. Not that I know you that well, but…" he trailed off. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. Jesse used to be able to read my every thought, my every feeling, by my every facial expression. I was an open book to him. Now, here he was, clueless to what I thought and felt.

"I'm fine." I said shortly, and opened the door to the classroom.

Jesse' POV

I followed Suze into class, watching her carefully, and then we sat into our respective seats.

"Sorry, Mr. Warner. We had to talk to Father Dominic for a few moments," Suze said.

"Why am I not surprised?" He said, rolling his eyes. "Now that these two have rejoined our class, here is our new novel, 'East of Eden' by John Steinbeck, which, as you know, takes place in the 1800's here in the Salinas. Back then, in our area, the land was divided mostly into ranches."

"Wasn't most of it owned by the de Silva family?" one girl, Amy, asked. Suze, who had been chewing on her pen cap, suddenly choked. "Then their son, Hector, was supposed to marry his cousin"—a few kids made faces at that, or exclaimed "Ew!"—"then got cold feet and ran away, and after that the ranches kind of slowly split up, since there wasn't a main owner?" Mr. Warner nodded, happily, but Suze was still pale and coughing.

"Very good! Now-"

"He didn't get cold feet, he was murdered," I said suddenly, and everyone looked at me, including Suze, with wide eyes.

"How would you know?" Amy asked, snottily.

"Because I am Hector, and I was murdered." The words sprang to my lips, but I caught them just in time. Where had they come from? What was I even talking about? For some reason, I caught the gaze of Suze, who looked dimly confused. Without thinking about it, I sent a pleading look in her direction, asking for help. She seemed to comprehend, then mouthed the words, "newspaper article." "Uh… I read a newspaper article about it?"

"Cee Cee wrote it," Suze supplied, taking the attention away from me. "It was in the Pinecone two summers ago." Vague looks of comprehension dawned on the class, and someone said, "Oh yea. I seem to remember reading that."

The conversation continued, discussing the de Silva family. Another de Silva. Perhaps the grave stone that Suze had been talking to earlier was related? But what did that mean?

What was going on?

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