Chapter 3: Aura's and I Love You

I stood there blinking.

Oops.

'See what you did?' Jesse glared at me. I turned my gaze to him. 'Huh?'

His frown of disapproval deepened. 'You were highly abrupt with her, Susannah. Now she has gotten ideas in her head. Possibly corrupt ones.'

God, what is it about me that ALWAYS turns ghosts homicidal?! I'm SICK of it! In the very least, they could go homicidal because they were madly in love with ME. That would be interesting.

But then again...Rochelle being madly in love with me? Yeah, not so hot.

I put my hands on my hips. 'Well, what do you suggest I do now? Can't you like, follow her or something?'

'Yes,' Jesse said awkwardly. 'I do not know if she is far away, though. I'm not sure that she would kill someone. Her eyes would tell otherwise.'

I flushed. 'What about her eyes?' I demanded. Jesse liked her eyes? Why couldn't he like MY eyes?! I had nice eyes, too! And Jesse? HELLO? It's called DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER.

Weirdo...

Mind, Jesse doesn't have any problems with judging books by their covers. I mean, hello, the books he reads look totally boring. And, more often than not, the content is even more boring than the exterior. But here he was, COMPLETELY assuming that Rochelle wasn't dangerous, just because of her big brown puppy eyes.

Men. I swear to God, they are all the same. I mean, we put one man on the moon. Can't we fit them all on there?

...Hell no...then there'd be nothing to wake up for. I mean, hot guys are a major plus in a sixteen year old girl's day, you know. I lived for Jesse's sexilicious smile.

Unfortunately, he was kind of frowning pretty hard at me now.

Joy, really.

Jesse kind of reddened. 'Her eyes, they are...too...'

'Brown?' I suggested. 'Innocent? Eyebally? Smelly? What?'

'You know...eyes can reveal a lot of one's character,' he said, 'and hers told me that she does not want to believe that she is dead, Susannah. Not to mention the fact that her aura was white.'

I stared. Coloured auras? This was new to me.

'What the...?'

'Her aura. You know, it was white, indicating purity,' he said. 'She means well, and was a good person in life.'

'So, all ghosts have coloured auras,' I said slowly.

'So do the living, only, they are very faint and only ghosts can see them,' he replied.

'What colour's my aura?' I wanted to know.

Black? Oooh yeah...black totally goes with me.

'White,' he informed me.

Aww, damn.

I squinted, and noticed that his aura was green. What did that mean? Please don't tell me he was a Greenie. Ugh, yuck.

I voiced this, and I saw him look away momentarily. 'I...my aura's green...it's - '

'Spit it out, buddy,' I said dryly.

He nodded awkwardly. 'It is green, Susannah, because...of envy.'

'Say whaaaaah?' I muttered.

He dragged a large hand through his midnight curls. Oh so sexy...gargle...laaaa... 'I, uh...I have been known to be...sometimes, envious of...certain people.'

Um...okay...

'Who?' I asked curiously, standing up and staring at him levelly.

He coughed, and didn't answer. 'Jesse?' I prompted, a smile stretching over my lips. He looked back at me, and his temper flared. 'Paul Slater, okay? Are you pleased now? I get jealous of Paul Slater, and I envy his life and his possessions and his time that he spends with you. I know I am sinning in doing so, for I should not covet my neighbour's goods, but it is something that I can not help, and do not - '

I giggled a little. He looked even madder. 'What?' he demanded defensively.

I sighed, and stepped up to him. 'I love you,' I whispered in his ear, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his chest.

Heavenly, I tell you. Absolutely heavenly.

I smiled softly, and within a moment, Jesse's hand came to my chin, and he tipped my head up to face his. I blinked with wide eyes.

'Rochelle's eyes are pretty,' he said softly to me, 'But yours are too beautiful for even the most descriptive words to describe, Susannah.'

A beam of delight conquered my face, and I totally melted giddily. If I thought I was reacting pretty happily then, you should have seen me when he kissed me.

Now that's the stuff that dreams are made of...

The next day, I was walking home from school determined not to have to associate with Paul, when speak of the devil, who should drive up beside me.

"Simon are you mad at me?" He asked in this amused voice. I continued to walk not even looking at him.

"I take that as a yes, come on, you can't be mad at me, I mean, why are you mad, I didn't even try to get rid of De Jerk off."

I stopped at turned to look at him. I was mad but I couldn't help but notice how his hair looked sexily disheveled. Bad Suze, bad bad bad. I glared at him.

"Why?" I asked sweetly, "Oh I don't know, could it be the fact that you sent your little minions after me? Orbetter yet, the fact that you couldn't just tell me I could you know teleport. I swear, I can not stand you." I hissed.

He smirked and placed a hand over his chest as if I had wounded him. "Well, hate to break it to you but you didn't teleport, you shifted, which is why we are called Shifters. And I don't think you hate me as much as you say you do, as Shakespeare wrote;the lady doth protest too much, methinks." He said with a grin.

Who honestly quotes Shakespeare? I squinted at him searching for his aura, and whenIfound it, itwas the same colour green that Jesse's had been. Well he could be jealous all he wanted but Jesse was my one true love and that was that, even if he did look delicious just sitting there.

"Is something in your eye Simon, or just blinded by my sexiness?" he sneered. "If you would leave Rico Suave I could be everything you wanted." He said silkily.

"You know what Paul, no matter what you say, I'm not going to leave Jesse for you so get over it. I don't want to hear anything from you." I said through gritted teeth, something flittered through his eyes, something I thought could've been hurt but it was gone so quickly that I thought I must have imagined it as his face settled back into his superior sneer. I turned to walk away but stopped at his next words.

"Not even to know how to stop Rochelle from dying so that she doesn't kill her fiancé?"

A/N: This chapter was altered so it would fit in with future parts of the story. I would once again like to thank Lolly for her part in this chapter.

Oh, and let me warn you all, I am a PFCer so if Jesse comes off sounding like a jerk, that's why. And if Paul comes off sounding like a jerk, well...that's how he is and why we love him; )I hope this update came soon enough for you guys

nikki007 & Lyanne- thanks

Lolly - : D

Wayretro - sorry hon, he's not under anyone's control he's being a jerk all by himself. And Rochelle isn't evil, she's just sort of mentally unstable right now.

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