Disclaimer-I don't own anyone in this story so far.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while…I've been grounded for dumb things…So, without further or do (or whatever people say), here it is.

Oh, and I'm only doing Suze's POV this time. Just to catch up to where the others are, which is just about to enter the school.

26 April 2006--I realise that I haven't updated this in at least a year. So right now I'm going back and editing all of the chapters for crappy grammar, author's notes in the middle of the story, etc. I'll have the next part up soon, I hope.

Suze

WOW. That really freaked me out. Why had he gone missing? And (I hope this isn't true) is he looking for me? Because we'd never actually had any mediator/shifter lessons.

"Does anyone have any idea what his motives are?" I asked, trying not to seem completely freaked out.

"No, but I want you to contact a certain psychic. Her name is Jessica Mastirani. She's staying with the Moscovitzes, who live in New York City. She can find missing people."

Man, and I thought I'd come to NYC to get away from all of this craziness. Damn.

"OK, Father D. I'll find her, ask her where Paul is, call you. Good?"

He sighed. "Alright, Susannah." He didn't seem too confident in me. Probably because he was worried that…I don't know.

I hung up. As soon as I did, Jesse appeared in my room. But of course, it wasn't like I could go over and hug him. Gina was still in the room.

Wait, doesn't she know about my mediator abilities? Still, it might freak her out if I just kind of hugged someone who wasn't there.

"Um, Suze? Who was that?" she asked, breaking the silence.

"A fellow mediator." My plan was to tell her as little as possible.

"Why did he just call you? Couldn't he have waited till you got back in sunny CA?"

"No, another mediator who is a big asshole-" Jesse frowned at my language usage. But hey, I'm just telling the truth. "Went missing," I continued.

"Oh," said Gina.

"Susannah…" said Jesse.

I probably would have responded, but I thought that it might freak Gina out just a little if I started talking to someone only I could see. It'd be like something from a cheesy TV show where the chick goes insane.

"I'm going to go make toast now. You want some?" Gina asked. I wondered if she knew that Jesse was in the room, and wanted to give me some privacy or something so that I could talk to him.

Yeah, right. More likely, she just wanted to avoid an awkward scene.

"Sorry about that, Jesse. I didn't want to freak her out." I went over and hugged him. He kissed me in return.

Score one for Suze.

"Susannah, Paul Slater is headed this way."

"Wait, wait. I knew that he had run away, but how the hell did he know that I was in New York City?" Is he psychic or something? Wait, that doesn't make any sense. If he was psychic, then he would have gotten all of the telepathic messages I sent telling him to GO AWAY, or LEAVE ME ALONE. Or stuff along those lines.

"I'll go with you today. To school with your friend," he told me. I would love that completely, but with everyone around, it's not like we'd be able to talk much.

"OK. Just promise me that you won't get into any fights with other mediators, or anything like that."

He smiled in a kind of sarcastic way. "Don't worry, querida. That won't be a problem."

"OK."

Albert Einstein whatever school was just like the Mission, except without all of the tourists. But it did have some stalkeratzzi walking around. Supposedly the princess of Genovia goes to school here. Apparently that's a cause for a big huge press-thingy. Wow.

Gina sighed. "Well, this is my school for the next month or so. This should be fun…"

So we went in.