Chapter Two:

I don't know how long I'd been lying there, but I felt myself being shaken gently. I opened my eyes and squinted-it was really dark and blurry and my head REALLY hurt! Those eyes were staring me in the face, those same ones which haunted me day and night.

"Jesse…" I mumbled. His eyes blinked and he sighed with relief.

"Querida what happened?" he demanded, sounding annoyed, "Your parents have been looking everywhere for you! They thought you missed your flight."

I lifted my head up and looked up at him. What was he doing blaming me when it was all that stupid poles' fault.

"Well, I was rushing to…be first out and…I tripped," I said, pointing to my head. Jeez, I wasn't gonna to tell him that some sicko dude was sexually harassing me.

"Susannah-" he said disbelievingly.

"Jesse, I need to go to the bathroom."

That would surely get him off my case. He hesitated then nodded and started helping me up. I must admit, it was nice to have Jesse come to my rescue-not that I couldn't have totally handled it brilliantly myself-I do have the tendency to give assholes permanent 'scars' when I want to.

He had his arm round my waist and was walking me slowly towards an escalator. His chest felt really warm and I felt…safe…is it possible for ghosts to smell so good?

I should walk into poles more often!

"SUZE!" said a little voice in my head. "STOP IT, he's a flippin' ghost for crying out loud! He doesn't even like you; he's just staying in your room, because he died there!"

"We'll need to do something about your head," he said anxiously. "It's bleeding quite freely now."

"Don't worry," I said. "I'll get it cleared up in the bathroom."

When we finally arrived at a toilet, I practically ran inside, ignoring Jesse's offers to come inside and help me fix my head wound. Obviously they never distinguished between little girl and little boy rooms in his day.

After I went, I briefly washed the blood off my face and got some loo paper to staunch the flow. I didn't want Jesse to make any fuss about it-it was just a graze! I'm not a wuss or anything!

I came back out and he was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

WHY does he have to do that all the time!

Just stand there gazing at me with that secretive smile on his face-as if he knew something I didn't!

"Querida, you should get back, your parents will be very worried."

What was he doing here anyway? We started walking out of the airport-I didn't have any baggage-everything I needed was in my carry-on.

"I do not know what they will say about your head…" he went on.

It's not like he even CARES about me…

"You should go back in one of those 'taxis,' it is too far to walk…"

I guess he has nothing better to do.

"Jesse…" I said frowning.

"What is it, Querida?"

"It doesn't matter…"

"What does not matter?"

There was a taxi waiting right outside the entrance. How convenient.

"Nothing…" I replied and climbed in. But I had to know.

"Jesse, why-"

But he had gone.

A/N: Waaaaaaaaaah! How was that? I know I said this chapter would be longer, so the next one will be twice as long. Promise :)

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