A/N: sorry, I've been trying to update at least every other day, but my computer wasn't cooperating, so I had to have a friend of mine upload this chapter for me. Well, hope you enjoy.

Chapter 11

As Jesse changed into some charcoal dress pants and a nice light green shirt, I fixed my hair and applied some make up. I tried this cute bun with little ringlets hanging from it that Cee had shown me in a magazine, and miraculously I did it. I had to use some bobby pins and hair spray, but I knew that bun wasn't going anywhere. This was a good thing, because I was in a dancing mood. Well, after my hair came the make up; I lightly dusted some silver-y glitter on my eyelids, put on a little foundation, and then went with my essentials: water proof mascara, and a sexy deep pink lip gloss, that promised to stay on for 8+ hours.

When Jesse walked into the bathroom I had to restrain myself from jumping on him, and ripping all his clothes off.

He looked so handsome in his dress pants and button down shirt, but what I really enjoyed was his hair. Apparently he'd gotten a hold of some gel, because his hair was spiked, and Ohmygawd was it good looking.

Apparently I didn't look too bad myself, because Jesse just stood there for about a full minute, wide-eyed, and opened-mouthed.

After he'd complimented me profusely, and we called Father D. to notify him that we'd be out, we walked out into San Diego. It was a cool night, and the smell of coffee, and the ocean breeze wafted through the streets. Luckily the club was only a few blocks away from our hotel, so my feet were still okay in my 3' heels.

Club Fusion was in full party mode tonight, and it looked like just about every teen in San Diego wanted in. We could see the bouncer letting in all the pretty girls in their slutty outfits, so as we walked past him, I made sure to strut my stuff. Sure enough, after about 3 steps he yelled "Hey, you, sexy thang in the black dress. You want in?" Jesse didn't like the fact that this guy had just called me sexy, but I dragged him into the club before he say or do anything about it.

"Susannah, why did that man just let us through?" he shouted over the music.

"Because he thought I looked 'sexy" I yelled back. Apparently that wasn't a good response, because Jesse started walking back towards the front entrance.

"Jesse, no! Just chill, okay? Come on, let's go dance."

He nodded his head, and stuck to me like glue as we made our way towards another part of the club. In here they were playing salsa music, and couples were all over the floor, showing off. Jesse looked down at me with curiosity in his eyes, and then leant down and said "Querida, do you know how to salsa?" I nodded my head and lead him onto the dance floor. The whole first dance, he kept checking to make sure I knew what I was doing, and I did. I had learned the salsa, rumba, and tango in eighth grade. That was actually the first time I'd ever met Jonathon. Gina grabbed him as her partner, and I danced with his friend Ricky. Ahh, the good old times, when Gina was still trying to set me up with anyone and everyone.

As we kept dancing Jesse, seemed to loosen up, and really show off. I must say I was quite impressed. I mean I had always thought he looked like he could dance, but he was awesome. He spun me around a couple times, and even showed me this cool move where I kick my leg up, and he catches it. Then he lifts me up, and spins me around before setting my leg back down. We danced for about an hour, and then made our way to the bar to cool down. Another couple that had been great followed us over at sat down with us.

"You guys were great out there" the girl exclaimed.

"Oh, thank you, but we were nothing compared to you two" I replied, after ordering my virgin piña colada.

After we all got our drinks we went over to these two empty lounge chairs. Jesse and I took one while Lauren and Noe, as they introduced themselves, took up the other.

"So, I've seen you guys here before, you just move or something?" asked Noe.

"Oh, no. We're here helping out at a conference" Jesse answered.

"Oh really, the Catholic thing? My cousin wanted us to volunteer, but we would have gotten stuck with day care duty, so we decided to skip out on it" Lauren replied.

Just then another song started, and Lauren hopped up cheerfully. Noe followed her, and said, "Sorry, but it's our song."

I sighed at how cute it was that they had a song, and leaned back against Jesse's chest. We watched Lauren and Noe dance this amazing tango, and then finished our drinks. Lauren came back over and gave me her cell number. "If you're here again, call and we'll go out dancing" she explained. I nodded my head and stuffed her number in my bra. Jesse looked a little shocked when I did that. "What? I don't want to lose it."

"Whatever you say Querida" he said smiling.

Jesse and I got up, to leave I guess, but I didn't want to. At least not yet. So I lead him up stairs to another room in the club where they were playing hip-hop. Jesse stared at the dance floor and then asked "What are they doing?"

I laughed and pulled him onto the dance floor. "They're freak dancing, Jesse. Come on, like this" I said turning so that my back was facing him, and placing his hands on my hips. At first he was kind of tensed, but after another song came on he got into the music, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He tightened his grip on me when a couple guys came over and were trying to dance with me. They weren't bad looking, and boy could they dance, but I could tell Jesse wasn't liking all the extra attention I got from this other guys. So I shooed them away, and went back to enjoying dancing.

Despite how much fun we were having, we realized we ought to get back before it got too late. The walk back was okay during the first block, but then my feet started hurting like crazy. Jesse noticed this, and gave me a piggy back ride until we reached the hotel lobby. The receptionist called us over to the front saying that we had a message. It was from Father Dominic, and said how he hoped we had fun, but that tomorrow would be a big day, so we better get some rest. And that he'd call us at 7 o'clock to wake us up.

This dampened my really good mood, but Jesse made it all better after we got into the elevator and he pulled me into another one of those spine-tingling, lingering kisses that completely erase my mind of all thoughts. This lead to more kisses, and deeper kisses, and eventually us making out in the elevator. I was glad the elevator was really slow, and that no one was trying to get on it, because we might shock them a little.

How we managed to get off the elevator and into our room is beyond me. Once we were safely inside, I got my shoes off, and Jesse scooped me up, into his bag, strong, muscular arms.

"Did you have fun tonight Querida?"

"Yeah, I had a great time, thank you" I replied pecking him lightly.

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Now where did you learned how to dance like that?"

I giggled slightly and kissed him, hoping he'd drop the subject. No such luck.

"Querida" he said, trying to sound serious.

"Ah, alright, alright. Gina taught me at the last school dance I went to in New York. Jonathon, that ghost guy from Halloween, and I went together and that's how we danced. Everyone else was doing it too, so we just joined in" I answered sheepishly.

"Wait, you knew that boy from before?"

"Yeah, he was like my first boy- I mean, we were just friends." Oh, goodness this is awkward. I shouldn't have to discuss ex-boyfriends with Jesse. And Jonathon wasn't even a real boyfriend.

"Querida, you never told me that the two of you were 'friends"

"Um, that's because I didn't think it was a big deal. I mean we never even, well except that night, but other than that nothing." After I said that, I really regretted saying that.

"Except what night?"

"That night, Halloween. That was it. And we only went to dances together, that's all. Well, okay we hung out at some birthday parties together, but that was it. Jesse, I never felt for him, like I feel for you. Jesse, he's in the past. You're my future." Wow, I'm deep, I thought after that.

Jesse smiled at me and pulled me into another kiss.

"Querida, when I asked you about the dancing, I meant the salsa dancing" he said still smiling at me.

"W-what? You were! You mean I went through all that because I miss understood you!"

Jesse laughed and nodded his head.

"Argh, in eighth grade, we had to learn three dances of our choice for P.E. So, my partner and I chose the salsa, tango, and rumba. That's how I know."

"And, who was you're partner?" Jesse asked, his eyebrow with the scar raising slightly.

"One of my guy friends; Ricky."

"And was this Ricky boy, your friend like Jonathon was your friend?"

"Yeah, sort of. Wait, I mean no! No he wasn't. I…"

"Querida, its okay that you've had boyfriends, I don't mind. Just as long as they don't interfere with us."

"Well, I can't exactly control that…and it should be okay for me to have dated other guys, after all you had a fiancée."

"Yes, but that was forced Querida, and I was still older than you when it happened" he replied knowingly.

"Alright, alright enough mister 19th century."

Jesse smiled again, and pulled me into another kiss. That's when I noticed Jesse was still carrying me.

We kissed some more, and then Jesse set me down on the bed. He took of his socks and shoes, and I playfully scratched his back.

"Jesse?"

"Yes Querida?"

"Did you happen to pack those condoms?" I asked seductively.

He turned to face me and smiled. "Maybe."

"Well, might I suggest you retrieve them…immediately" I said, sprawling out on the bed.

"If you insist."

"Oh, I insist. Tonight, we're definitely doing this."