A/N: sry I feel bad cause I left ya'll waiting for the updation (is that a word. w/e). So thanx for the reviews, I was totally surprised that I got so many! I tried to upd8 asap but I had a hectic weekend (spring break yo!). So here's the new chappy…it was sposed to be longer but I had a huge change of plans in the story line so its short….i will update next time sooner I hope!btw…the last song was "fighter" by Christina Aguliara

Love Jesse's Querida

Disclaimer: Meg owns everything but the plot…and I own Orlando Bloom…haha I wish

Chapter Two: Rings of all Meanings and Moods

It was when I was watching Pirates of the Caribbean with Dopey that I got the call. I know; a movie with Dopey? Was I out of my mind! Well, I guess I kind of was but, you know, it was the only movie we could agree on.

So I was on the part where Orlando Bloom is being all "I'm strong and masculine and sexy and hot and I'm gonna free you out Jack," just with this totally sexy British accent, when the phone shrieked off the hook and Dopey just gave me a look that said, "answer it cause you are like my secretary loser" and I was like, "you know what, freak, maybe I will cause maybe I wanna see if Cee and Adam are thinking about me."

Okay, so I hoped that it was Jesse.

Jeez, give a girl a break, will ya? I was thinking that maybe, now that I knew he was alive, he'd be all "now I will get my Latino butt over to Sussannah and totally ask out the hottie."

Well, a hottie did call. And he did have an accent.

But it was British.

No, I'm totally kidding, Orlando Bloom did not call my house, but instead it was some dude that sounded way too familiar for my liking…..hmmmm…maybe Jesse got his voice changed when he got his life kicked up his butt.

Haha, ya right. In my dreams. Instead, Some guy was like, "Hey, Suze! It's Tad. What's up?"

"Hmmm, Tad, a lot is up. I'm waiting for Orlando Bloom a.k.a. Will Turner to call me out and ask me to Prom and for Cee or Adam to call me up and say they want to hang out, or maybe Brendan Frasier asking me out to dinner, or even Prince William. Oh, ya, and I'm waiting for the queen of England to say I'm her long lost daughter Sussannah III of um, London England. And that I had an arranged marriage to Jesse de Silva, I mean Prince William. So, Tad, what's up with you?"

No, everyone who fell off their chair and had a heart attack get up and get your pulses going. I did not say that. Do you think I am that good at replies? No way! I came up with a witty, "Er, not much. Just, you know, haha, watchin' a movie with, um, Dop-uh Brad."

I am smooth. But he just totally caught me out of the blue with a, "So, ya, you know, Suze, I'm here with my aunt cause she wants me to finish high school here in stead of up at San Fran. And, well, we kind of left our relationship at a bad ending, so you wanna like, I dunno, go on a date with me?" The last part was wicked fast, so I asked him to repeat himself. "You know, you want to go on a date tonight, since Kelly is having a party and all?"

"She is?" I asked.

"Well, ya. She has one like everyday." "Um, okay, sure. Just don't follow me and like this time make sure that I don't get myself poisoned."

Ya, I did mention that he was a little slow, right? It took him a really long time to figure out that I was kidding about the whole poison and follow thing. "Haha, ya, I'll be like your knight-in-shining-armor! Ya! So okay then, pick you up at around 8?"

"Ya, that sounds great. See ya then." I replied.

"Ya, bye Suze. By the way, it's a pool party."

"Okay, thanks, bye."

Click.

"Who was that?" Dopey asked me. "Tad. Tad Beaumont. He wanted to know if I wanted to go to Kelly's party with him. God, it's a pool party…I don't have anymore suits because Spike chewed 'em up."

The phone just had to ring just once I got into the movie again. "Hello?"

"Suze! We haven't talked and gossiped in soooo long! I'm having a pool party tonight at 7:30. Bring Brad and Jake with you."

"Sure, Kelly, I think I can come. Hold on, lemme ask Brad," I held the phone off of my ear, "Hey, Brad, you wanna go to Kelly's pool party with Tad and me?" His jaw dropped. "Sure, Kel, he'd be flattered to go-"

"Oh my god! YOU ARE GOING WITH TAD BEAUMONT TO MY PARTY! Suze, I am soooo happy that you guys picked off where you left off last year! Just watch out, because he likes to see the inside of girl's pants on the first date."

She was screaming so loud that I had to hold the phone as far away as I could.

"Um, sure. Thanks for the tip. I'll use it. Hey, Kelly, I've got another call on the line, so I got to go, kay?"

"Okay, Suze. Ciao babe."

Click.

"Hello?" "Suze, honey! How are you? Are you feeling better? Honey, you should go to the beach today, it's just marvelous outside! You could really use a tan-"

"Thanks, Mom, but I'm going to a pool party at Kelly's. Remember her?"

"Oh, of course, sweetie! I'm so happy for you. Bring Brad along though. He seems to have a little bit of a crush on her…that would just be adorable if they went out! And then we could go get the two of you matching dresses for Prom! And-"

"Ya, Mom, speaking of dresses, I have to go to the mall and get a new suit. I'll see you when you get home, kay? Bye."

"Bye, sweetie, and don't forget to eat dinner. Andy left some of the pizza pies he made this morning for anyone who decided to stay home. I'll see you soon too! Bye."

Click.

When I turned to face Dopey, I was greeted by a scarlet face. Quite ugly too…a.k.a. it was Brad's face.

"Why are you-ohh," I pinched his cheek and said in a squeaky baby voice, "Does Bwady-boo have an itty bitty cwush on Kewwy? Aww…"

"Shut up bitch."

"Aww…I hit a soft spot. Bwady-boo in lub! We should get an itty bitty suit for Bwady-boo and Kewwy to wear to Pwom!"

"Why don't you go and suck face with that dumb jock Tad? Huh? Atleast you and him have something in common-dumbness!"

And I cracked up and fell of the sofa and rolled on the ground giggling like an idiot and tearing.

"What?" Brad frowned.

All I could choke out was, "Dumbness-not-word. Brad…stupid…straight Fs…Suze…As…Tad…basketball…good…yummy face."

"Shut up…and Suze, that's just gross. What girl says that a guy's face is 'yummy'? "Brad said, looking pretty satisfied with himself.

And it led me to another laughing spas attack.

And then it rang again.

I reached the phone, but then I realized that it was the doorbell that rang.

"We came as soon as we heard." CeeCee and Adam said in unison.

"What the hell did you 'hear'?" I asked with my eyes narrowed.

"That you were like going out of the house to the party with Tad and, just, that you were out of your room."

"Ah…and how pray tell did you here that?" I asked my eyes still narrowed but a little softer and more understanding.

"C'mon, Suze. Your mom called us and said that she was worried sick about you and told us the whole not eating and screaming and crying and we came over and talked to you. Don't you remember? God, you were shaking head to toe, tears just flowing and your mom said that she hadn't let anyone come into your room except for us. And you just were out of it and crying and shaking with your eyes shut and palms bleeding from your nails digging in your skin and then you screamed and your mom had us go. They called a psychologist to your house, Suze. You don't remember?" CeeCee took a deep breath and braced herself. "And, Suze, didn't you hear? Father Dominic-he-he-he died. I stepped back in shock with my eyes wide.

I ran inside, the front door still open. Adam and CeeCee followed me out. "Suze, what are you doing? Don't-don't do anything…rash. C'mon, don't worry about it. You'll be fine. He was bound to die sooner or later. And he was just your principal-"

I whipped around at Dopey, standing in the doorway to the dining room. "You knew. You knew, yet you felt it important to keep this to yourself. Do you know how much Father Dom and I went threw together? He was the only one who understood me-well, not in that way but-he is dead. He was-is-the closest thing that came to my dad! I cannot believe you-all of you!"

I grabbed the keys off the stand and ran out the door. I slammed the door, ignoring CeeCee and Adam.

I jumped in the front seat, not knowing what I was doing. I just knew one thing-I had to make sure. I had to save Father Dominic. I had to kill Paul. I had to find Jesse. Kill him.

Kill all of them. They made mine and Father Don's life such a hell. Such a complex, fked up hell.

And now Father Dom was dead. And I knew he didn't die of a natural death, if Brad's 'He was bound to die sooner or later' was any indication.

God, I was mad. I was furious. I was seething. All of the sadness was washed away.

All that kept running in my head was Father D is dead-Father D is dead- must find Paul-Father D is-

And then I saw a bright white light.

I couldn't find the brakes fast enough.

The last thing I heard was a blood curling scream that flew from my lips.

A/N: There's more than meets the eye. I love Father Dominic; do you think my angelic self would kill Father D? coughmutters in the background

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and here's my song for this chappy!

They passed me by, all of those great romances
You were, I felt, robbing me of my rightful chances
My picture clear, everything seemed so easy
And so I dealt you the blow
One of us had to go
Now it's different, I want you to know

One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all

I saw myself as a concealed attraction
I felt you kept me away from the heat and the action
Just like a child, stubborn and misconceiving
That's how I started the show
One of us had to go
Now I've changed and I want you to know
One of us is crying
One of us is lying
In her lonely bed
Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call
Sorry for herself, feeling stupid feeling small
Wishing she had never left at all
Never left at all

Staring at the ceiling
Wishing she was somewhere else instead
One of us is lonely
One of us is only
Waiting for a call

"one of us" by ABBA