New plan: don't kiss Jesse De Silva. It only makes things ten times worse, because when you run away he thinks it's his fault and follows you home. Well, that's what happened with me anyway. But what else could I have done? Nothing. And do you know why? Because I'm an idiot that let my self fall in love with a ghost.

"Susannah, tell me what is wrong."

"Look Jesse, we've already gone over this conversation. It is the fact you keep assuming something is wrong and following me home." I told him harshly.

I actually felt bad about talking to him like that. He didn't deserve it. It wasn't his fault I had a screwed up destiny. I guess I could blame the universe for it. That's it; I'll just blame the same dude that made me a mediator.

"Susannah……" he whispered, sounding slightly hurt. I closed my eyes again. I hate it when my heart does that little flip flop thing. It's worse than the melting feeling.

"Jesse just go."

When I said it I half expected him to stay I have to admit. But with one last confused look at me he went. Then it was left up to the tears to make me feel worse. I decided I didn't want to sit inside all evening thinking about it. Instead I went outside to think about it.

I walked along the narrow sands of Carmel Bay, grateful for the emotional release I got from it. Maybe things would work out for the better. At least now I don't have to worry about anything. My destiny would decide it for me.

"Now what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" came an amused voice from behind me.

"Get lost Paul." I muttered, picking up my pace. I did not need this right now.

"Now what," he asked calmly, "is up with you? You've been on emotional overload all day."

"Tell me about it." I whispered, looking at the sea. It was so free and calm. So unlike me.

"Look, can you at least tell me what's wrong? Cause I've lived with a woman for sixteen years so I know it isn't hormones."

I looked at him startled. Who was this mystery girl he'd kept locked away. Wait a minute…

"My mom." He grinned, seeing the shocked expression on my face.

"Of course." I muttered, stopping abruptly.

"Wait a minute. Why are you following me?" I asked tiredly. Today had been way to long.

"I'm not. I'm merely walking in exactly the same direction and talking to myself."

I rolled my eyes and turned back towards the house. He put out an arm to stop me though.

"Look, is this about the psychic girl?" he asked slyly. I stopped trying to move around him and just stared.

"What?"

"She came to me too. Something about us being meant to be together."

"I'm sorry Paul, but I know who I'm meant to be with already."

"She said you didn't have a choice." He reminded me softly. I could almost see the triumphant glint in his eyes. Oh great, he's got me. What am I going to say now?

"Yeah well, I bent the rules." I said with a brief smile. I tried to move around him but he just held me back.

"You can't just bend the rules of fate. This is what was meant to happen."

"No. Me and Jesse were meant to be together." I whispered back. His whole body became rigid as if I'd hit him.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes I do. I love him Paul. Nothing anyway says or does can change that."

He stood there for a moment just staring at me. I was silently cursing myself for coming on this stupid walk on the first place.

"So you choose him. Even though destiny says….."

"Yes." I replied without even thinking. It was only afterwards that I realised what I'd done. I'd chosen my destiny. Oh damn.

"Fine." He said shortly, "If you want him, have him. But I have a feeling it won't last very long. If we're not together….."

"Then I die?" I offered helpfully. I was being sardonic but whatever. He lifted me slightly into the air. It wasn't exactly hard; he was like 3 inches taller than me. I don't know what exactly he planned to do once he had me in the air. I mean I guess he could throw me into the sea. But I doubt it's nearly as dramatic as in the movies.

I think he was going to kill me. Maybe not intentionally but still. Death is death after all.

"Keep your hands off her." then another force whacking Paul in the skull, and sending me falling onto the ground. I got up painfully.

"Gee, thanks for rescuing me Jesse." I said sarcastically. Not that he was paying much attention to me now. He'd already turned back to Paul ready to pound him. That is until good old saint Suze intervened. Well technically it wasn't my fault. How was I supposed to know a wave was going to come in right at that exact moment and drag me backwards? That stopped any pounding on Jesse's part. Cause no matter how bad I'd treated him; he still felt the need to save me.

Let me tell you something now though: Sea water is cold. I heard the distant splash as Jesse-realising what had happened- jumped in after me. I was actually very impressed with his swimming skills. It only took him like five seconds to reach me and drag me out.

"Jesus Jesse, way to make a girl like you." I screeched as I flopped onto the sand sleepily. My day seemed to be getting worse and worse. He looked down at me worriedly, disregarding my last comment.

"Are you ok?" he asked. I sighed.

"No actually. But I've gotten quite good at pretending I am so I'm sure I'll be ok."

He stared at me for a moment like he had something he wanted to ask me. But was- as always –interrupted.

"Why do you always call him Suze?" Paul asked looking annoyed.

"She didn't," he whispered, "This time I followed her."

I blinked at him slowly.

"Um, ok Jesse. You do realise you aren't supposed to admit that?" I asked calmly.

He gave me a concerned look.

"I was worried about you. Something is wrong."

"What, so Rico doesn't……" Paul began. But I cut him off by whacking him across the face.

"Come near me again and I will personally hold your head under that water myself." I said nodding towards the sea.

"Is that a promise?" he asked calmly. But I could see the hidden question behind it.

"Yes it is." I answered firmly.

"So this is how it is?" he frowned.

"Yep, and you better believe it." With that I stood up and began walking back to my house, ringing out my sopping hair as I went.

"Hey Suze," came his voice from behind me, "Watch your back."

And with that Jesse practically dragged me back home. He stared down at me angrily.

"Now tell me what is going on. And this time: no lies."