Ok. You guys are great. Whether or not you review, thanx. bear wif me. I don't have any clue where this story is going. It's like a runaway train. But It's a good runaway train. It's not running over any chipmunks or squirrels or anything like that. here you go. Chappy four!!!
Oh yes. By the way, I do not own any of this, just the dumb old plot. I'm not Meg Cabot. Obviously, as you can see how much my writing sucks. But that's ok.
Suze
Yay. I wasn't expecting Paul to show up. I thought he would have been in his seat in the last row along with CeeCee and Adam, Kelly, Debby, and the rest of them. But no. Today was the day that he had chosen to be late. Of all days, he had to run an errand for his grandpa. That is so unlike Paul. I wonder what is going on. It's like the three people that knew me best--Father Dom, Jesse, and well...I guess Paul doesnt' know me that well, but still, Paul--were in cahoots or something. They had been in an elaborate scheme or who knows what. Gosh. Someone stop me before I get carried away. Oh. Right. On to Paul and Jesse.
"deSilva? Is that you? But? What? Wh...Huh?" Paul spluttered out a few words in confusion.
"Do I know you? How did you know my name? Why is it that everyone in this school knows me. I know both of you look familiar, but I don't know either of you. What is your name, you, over there?"
"Paul Slater. But don't tell me. I know who you are. You're Jesse deSilva. You died in the eighteen fifties. Your fiancee orderd you murdered by the guy that she loved, Felix Deigo. You died, hung around as a ghost for a hundred and fifty years in Suze's bedroom until she showed up. I know who you are. I helped my little brother exorcise your ghost summer before last. Then Suze came up to the Shadowland to save you. You broke my nose. You almost killed me at Suze's stepbrother's party last year. Nearly drowned me. So how is it that you're alive. Suze was weeping her eyes out because you were gone. She didn't come to school for a week or so. You have the nerve to show up now. And you dont' even have the decency to apologize?" Wow. Paul was trying to wring some apology out of Jesse. But one wasn't coming. And Paul should've known that. When Jesse said that he didn't know Paul, I think he ment it. Really ment it.
"Paul!" I hissed "Shut up! He really doesnt' recognize you! Now you just go into class, hand in your note or whatever. Go to Father Dominic, do something. Just leave. Me. Alone. I. Am. Sick. Of. You. Right. Now. OK? Ok."
"Whatever you say Suze, But you know that your'e just mad because Rico Suave doesnt' know who you are..." Grr.
"Who was that? And why was he making up all that stuff about ghosts. I have never been exorcised. I have exorcised a few in my time, but how did he know that my mother used to be the only one to call me Jesse. But more importantly, how did you know when you first walked into the Father's office? Did Father Dominic let your read my file or something? I think that that is not right if he let you. If that is the case, I shall have to talk with him. I do like some things in my life to remain my business."
Woah. This was way too much to process for my brain. Jesse. Mad. Mediator. Exorcism. All in the same speach like thing. Father Dom was not getting off easy on this one. Boy wasn't he.
Paul
That was just what the priest told me to do. Act like that. Suze, I think, was fooled by my acting. She looked like the people that knew her one secret had betrayed her and played a horrible joke on her. I know she'll go to the good father for answers, and I know just what she is going to get. Nil.
Suze
I don't know what I was going to tell CeeCee. She knew something was up. That was not just the new guy that came in the door with me, he was also an extreme hot Latino guy that, or so she said, looked at me with love in his eyes. Uh huh. Sure. You can all pop out and scare the shit outta me because I'm on Candid Camera or something. But no one did anything, Mr. Walden just asked who this was that I was accompaning, and asked Jesse to come and introduce himself. So he did, it was just the usual, name, age, favorite cookie, no, just kidding. Not cookie. Where you moved from: A ranch in the middle of nowhere. Just what Father D. had told me earlier.
Cee's note said that I was going to be doing some explaining. I had shown her the miniature that I had gotten from the historical museum. And that Picture clicked in her mind when she saw "Hector". She thought that he was majorly hot (who wouldn't?) and you could tell that Debbie and Kelly were figuring out ways to ask him out, or have him sit with them at lunch. But as far as I knew, he was coming with me durring lunch to have a nice chat with Father Dominic.
Lunch finally rolled around and I found Jesse trying to worm his way out of a group of what looked like rabid popular girls. Seriously. They were all running around clutching pieces of paper and following him, "Hector! Hector!" " I'm !" "Call me!! Here's my phone number!" "My number is ###-####!". Like they weren't making him think that all twenty first century girls have some serious issues.
Thinking that Jesse would need a hand, I called over, "J--Hector! Come on! Father Dominic is waiting in his office for you. He sent me to come and get you."
Literally running over to me and saying, "Hello Susannah. I forgot that Father Dominic wanted me to see him. I shall come. Are you coming to show me where the office is? I've forgotten." Several crys of "I'll take you there!" rose up from the rabid group of popular people.
"I will take him.
You might kill him or maul him or something." Well, you never
know. And by the way those girls were chasing him, he may not ever
get out again. "Ok, Jesse. I think you're safe from them now. If
they come after you again, I'll chase them off. I didn't get to be
vice president of the junior class for nothing, you know."
"Um,
whatever." I'll just bet he didn't get a word of what I said.
Not a single word. I was babbling in my mind and outside of it. Darn.
I hate when I do that. Oh well, if he was coming into my turf, and
didn't remember me, to top it off, then he was going to learn my
rules.
Where the heck did that thought come from? I am so psycho today.
Finally, finally, in this uncomfortable, yet companionable silence, we made it to Father D's office. I know it was like a three minute walk, but it seemed like three hours. We opened the door and went in to talk to the good father.
Jesse
She did know who I was. Susannah, the name was vaguely familiar. I know her from somewhere, my mind kept going. But where? It feels like she knows my soul. She is my other half. My soulmate. But why couldn't I remember her? It hurt deep inside me to fool her that I didn't have a slight clue. The father called me Hector.I could see recognition pass through her eyes. Every time I said her name, it was like something inside of me was screaming, how could you not know her? She obviously knows you! Say something Jesse! You're not Hector to her. You're Jesse. Say something. Just say it!
But I couldn't. Father Dominic had said something about me being a ghost and haunting the bedroom of Susannah Simon. He told me a bit about her.
She had moved to Carmel, California about a year or so ago from Brooklyn New York. She was about 5 feet, 10 inches. Her hair was long and dark, but it was her eyes that he couldn't explain. He said that she has got green eyes. What he didn't say was that she knew me inside and out--with those eyes. Eyes so green that they could literally see inside of me. I know I"m sounding strange and odd. Even to myself I am sounding like that. When she walked in, my breath went straight out of my lungs and I tried to keep my cool.
Father Dominic said something to me, but I wasn't capable of understanding what it was. So I just said yes. Susannah called me Jesse. No one, has called me that for a very long time. My mother and my sisters used to, but that seems so long ago. They aren't clear to me, but I'm sure that Father Dominic can explain it to me. He seems to know a lot more about me than I can dig up from inside of myself.
"Um. Hi. Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar. Do I know you Jesse? Oops. I mean Hector." Jesse. The words hit me like, I know her from somewhere. I just know it.
I replied back with the only thing that I could think of. A lie. Or something like one. "Jesse? you must have me confused with someone else. No. You do look familiar to me, but I dont' think I know you." It was a lie and an understatement. She did not notice. I believe.
Father Dominic said that I should just go along with this make believe schedual that he made for me. So I did. My first class, Mr. Walden's, was with Susannah. Every time her name was said, I felt my eyes go softer and love flooded through me. I think that she noticed that though, because her eyes would widen--only a bit though--and she would take in just a bit more air. Breathing. I didn't breath for a hundred and fifty years. And now I have been alive for nearly 2 and a half months.
Paul. It was Paul that helped to bring me back to life. What he didn't say was that I would have no to little recolection of any of my life. As a ghost or otherwise. Father Dominic didn't know either. So he told Susannah that I had gone on to my next life.
And then I woke up in a strangely cold and sterile place. I was told that this was Paul's house. There was a lot that I didnt' know. I didn't have any memory past from when I was five or six. I thought that I had to go out and feed the dogs.
But all is well now, and I have a small grasp of the twenty first century.
Before Susannah and I were able to make it to our first class, Paul showed up. I already knew him, but, Father Dominic told me that I was to act like I didn't know him. I don't know why he did that, but he did. After, he told me that he would tell me all about this girl named Susannah Simon. This much I was told about her: I had known her for about a year, she was the exact opposite of the girls from my century, and that she couldn't stand Paul. Also, he told me, Right before Pauld had brought me back from the dead, her and I were in love. I had confessed my love to her, promising that I would never leave her. She was so thankful for that, and I vanished in her arms. He said that she told me that nothing of the living mattered to her, children, marrige, all of those things that a woman dreams of, only loving me was what she wanted.
Paul acted--and very well I might add--that he was disgusted and shocked to see me. He had told me that if I tried to make Susannah like me, then he would take my life again and I would be stuck wandering a lonely plain that he called the Shadowland. "Suze is mine." those were his exact words. But in the hall, Susannah seemed less than pleased to see him. He knew so much more about me the I could remember or that Father Dominic could tell me.
On my way to see Father Dominic at lunch, I was mobbed by a bunch of the popular looking girls. For some reason they were all asking for my phone number. I was staying in a spare room in the rectory until I got a birth certificate and records. When that happened, I could get an apartment of my own. As I was making my way to the office, trying to ignore the girls all around me, Susannah came and beat them off. Never have I been so happy to see someone in my life. I believe that if she had a stick, she would have been waving it around in the air, threatening to hit people with it. After being fought over for a short time more, they left us alone.
When we got to the office, we walked inside to Father Dominic's office. I knew what he was going to tell Susannah. He had plans worked out to keep her from finding out it was me, so she wouldn't break her heart or get too attached. Being alive had an attachment to it. I could drop dead at any second. Never knowing when, or why, I'd be dead. I believe that Paul had an idea though. He seemed to know enough about me now. What more could he know?
Ok. Well there's chapter 4. Hope ya liked it. I'll go work on ch.5 for now!!
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Kath
