Disclaimer: I don't own The Mediator Series. Everyone knows that.

Special: Thanks to my two reviewers, I was hoping for more. Ah, maybe once this chapter is up, I'll get more reviews. My special link to The Mediator Series is that I live in the same town as a make-up artist mentioned in book 5. Yea, my old English teacher now teaches Bobbi Brown's son.

Now enough of my senseless rambling back to the story.

What happened previously: Suze moved to NYU with Gina. They are getting ready for a party. (A/N: It will get better, I promise!)

Gina and headed out of our dorm at 8:15, considering this party started at eight, we weren't too bad, considering we changed our clothes five times. I finally decided on this cute jean skirt and matched it with a pair of Vans, and a pink silk tank. You never knew when you needed to run at these things, whether from drunks or the cops. It's New York; frat parties never turn out good.

Gina has already been here a week, so knows everyone worth knowing. As soon as we entered all you heard was "Hey G." "Whoo-hoo." "Yo, Gina!" All said by the male species only. I don't know how she does it. At 8:45, I was introduced to most of the people there, males that is, but none of them were looking at me. Oh well, it's okay. I'm in love, and not interested in anyone I'd meet at a frat party.

As I was standing around, just drinking (soda, not alcohol, too many bad things when alcohol and parties mix, an eighth grader might end up in a coma), when Gina pushed me. As a reflex, I looked at her; she started pointing to someone behind me. "Hey, well I haven't seen you in awhile." I recognized the voice instantly; he was my first crush. I turned around a muttered a "Hey" back. Great. I haven't seen this guy in four years and all I can say to him is hey. I blushed a little upon seeing him. I won't deny it, he was a hottie. Towering over me at about 6 ft, looking into my eyes with those hazy baby blues. I could tell he had a nice set of abs, not as nice as Jesse's are, but whose were?

"Hey babe, wanna go shack it up in that closet over there?" he said to me. I couldn't believe it. James Brode must've been drunk; there was no other excuse for it. That's when I noticed the six pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade he was carrying. I also noticed that five of the bottles where empty, and he had just placed a sixth in there. I was not expecting what happened next, what happened next was him grabbing me and then trying to kiss me. I kinda felt bad about what I did, but I didn't have a choice, I did what any girl in my situation would do, I kneed him in his groin.

He didn't fall down; my skirt was too tight to cause him a lot of pain. But I could tell he was pissed. I ducked because he was about to take a swing at me, but I didn't hear any swoosh. When a fist from a drunk goes flying through the air, you normally hear a swoosh sound. But no swoosh came. Wow that sounded like baby talk. Next thing I here is a male yelling, "Get out, and stay out." He turned back to me. "I'm sorry miss, this was supposed to be an alcohol free party, we didn't want to get in trouble with the campus cops before classes even started, we threw out everyone who brought alcohol." That voice. I know I've heard it before. Where had I heard it before? It hit me like a guy high on morphine.

"Bryce?" I asked him uncertainly.

"Do I know you?" he said. It was diffidently Bryce. The first guy to ever ask me out, except we never made it to our date on account of the ghost of his ex-girlfriend trying to off us both. He ended up transferring to another school.

"It's Suze. Suze Simon."

"Sorry, doesn't ring a bell." Am I really that forgettable? Maybe the morphine damaged his brain.

"Suze Simon, Jake Ackerman's step-sister?" this seemed to jog his memory, he knew Jake much longer than me. In fact he only knew me a week. No wonder he forgot about me, why did I still remember him?

"Susan. Wow, I haven't seen you since my senior year." I usual the guy gets my name wrong. Oh well. Better Susan than Susie. It was nice seeing Bryce Martinson, I guess now that we go to school together again, I would be seeing him around more often. Except that I kinda don't want to. Bryce I started talking about what we had been up to these past few years. Gina noticed us, and gave me the thumbs up. She probably thought this was a cute guy I just started flirting with. Except I wasn't flirting, I really wasn't. I was in love with Jesse. No one could change that, not even Bryce Martinson. At this point is when we heard the sirens, everyone went outside to see what was going on. By the time Bryce and I got there, most of the crowd was leaving. What we saw was disgusting. Okay maybe not disgusting, but I don't like dead bodies. And that's what we saw, the coroner wrapping up the body of a student. Gina joined us at this point, and filled us in on what happened. It turns out that some of the drunks that were thrown out of the party earlier decided to go to the roof of the building. They were really drunk, and one of them thought they could fly. And what we were watching was the result of this drunk's little experiment.

It was this point I heard a voice all too familiar. "Poor drunk bastard." I turned around to see James Brode.

And he was glowing.

Author's note: That was fun to type, it didn't take me as long as I thought it would. I'm trying to sound as if I was Meg Cabot. This is the longest chapter yet. I hoped you enjoyed. Please read and review, two reviews and I'll put up the next chapter. Thanks. Remember this is my first fan-fic. Be kind, please rewind. I don't know why I typed that; it just seemed random enough to work.