Sorry for nnot updating for so long. I was on vacation and I got back Monday... then FanFiction wouldn't let me sign on so yeah. Have fun reading!

Much Lurve (as Georgia Nicolson would say!)

-Annie

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I went back into my dorm room. My roommate wasn't there, so I blasted Vanessa Carlton music as loud as it would go. It was very moody, exactly how I felt. I leaned into my pillow and started to cry. What did I do wrong? I mean is Kelly that much better then me that Jesse felt like he had to leave me. I mean sure she'll make a good trophy wife, but God… I brought him back to life! Man, the thanks you get for saving somebody's life now is so little. Jesse wouldn't even know Kelly if it weren't for me. Ugh, and of course perfect little Paul Slater has to bring it up. Suddenly, I heard the phone ring.

"Hello," I said trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Suze, it's me, Paul."

"Bye," I said taking the phone away from my ear.

"Just listen Suze," Paul said. "I'm sorry-"

"Don't start with all that B.S. Paul. You're not sorry. I mean come on this is what you always wanted, Jesse gone. You got it."

"Look Suze it's not my fault Rico Suave-"

"His name is Jesse DeSilva," I hissed.

"Fine, Dr. DeSilva, wanted a trophy wife. He wanted a wife he could control, and frankly Susie, he can't control you."

"You… just shut up okay. I wanted to be everything to Jesse. You messed it up."

"I messed it up? Please tell my how I messed it up."

"You broke up with Kelly Prescott, making her available for Jesse and every other guy in the universe to stop and gawk at."

"I wasn't in love with her Suze. I was in love with, well never mind. It's over."

"You suck Paul. I hate you so much right now. God. You're a freaking idiot. You knew Jesse would go for Kelly. Though for the life of me, I can't figure out why you'd give her up. But whatever, I at least now have a justified reason to hate you."

"Would you like me better if I called you Querida? Huh, would that help?" Paul started yelling.

"Go screw yourself Paul," I said slamming down the phone. Poetry always calmed at a time like this, so I tried writing some.

He says he loves

He says he's sorry

Not that again

I don't want it

I don't want him

I can't want him

Not that same guy

Not the one who loves her too

Not the one who gave it all up

Just to be with me

Or so I think

I think things over

I look on the bright side

I see the dark side

Nothing

Not worth it

He's not mine

He doesn't really want me

I'm just not giving in

The thrill of the chase

That's all it is

Just the thrill of wanting something you can't have

It just looked like a bunch of crap to me. I mean what the hell was I talking about. What did I know about love? It's just a game. A stupid little game that men and women play, that's what love is. Suddenly, I heard my phone ring again. I thought it was Paul.

"Hello," I sad coarsely into my cell phone.

"Querida?" I heard this smooth Latino voice say.

"Jesse?" My voice cracked a little.

"How are you?"

"Fine," I said quickly and harshly.

"You don't sound it."

"Why thank you Dr. DeSilva… now I think you might want to get back to your trophy girl. She might leave you soon," I said almost hanging up when I heard his voice. Damn. I always get that close to hanging up on someone. What the heck is up with that?

"I've already left her Susannah, in fact, I'm here in France right now." When Jesse said that, it rendered me speechless.

"Susannah? Are you there?"

"I'm here Jesse, I just um can't talk right now."

"Is somebody in the room?" Too bad I'm a bad liar. Suddenly, my roommate walked into the room. She was singing songs from the musical Wicked. She was working on it for her music class, because she was a music major, obviously. Anyways I said, "Yeah Jesse, my roommate is here. We're going out soon, so bye," I said putting down the phone.

"We're going out?" Sarah my roommate asked.

"Well, that guy was kind of weird. I mean he's a total dickhead. He… yeah." I answered her.

"Is it that Jesse Whatever guy?"

"Yeah, he broke up with Kelly Prescott and now thinks he can get me back… yeah right!"

"What the hell? I mean from the picture you showed me of him and her together… I mean the bee-yotch had the nerve to send you that picture… but I'd think anything with a penis would go out with her! Not that you aren't pretty Suze… but-"

"Don't worry Sarah. I get it."

"Good, now where do you want to go tonight?"