How Can I Forget?
Disclaimer: I am not Meg Cabot! I don't own any of these characters (except Morgan and whoever else I decide to make up)
Summary: If you love something, let it go. Suze loved him, and she let him go. If it was meant to be, Suze knows that something is missing from her life. Him. It will come back to you. She knew that she was supposed to meet someone. Will she spend her whole life waiting for him?
Okay… I don't know if I really like this chapter, but I like the end… hee hee cliffie! Annyway… um, yeah review and tell me if you like it because my only aim in life is to please my readers!
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"Susannah, you must know its better this way." "I'm telling you Querida, that boy is trouble." "Is that what you thought? That I wanted to leave?" "Susannah, did something… happen between the two of you?" "That kiss…"
I sat straight up in bed, scared half to death by the blaring sound of my alarm clock. I reached up to push a piece of hair behind my ear when I felt my face. It was wet. I brushed a few tears from my cheek and stumbled into the bathroom. I flicked on the lights. Wow… I really did a number on myself. I washed my face and then went into my closet to decide what to wear. But as I flipped through my clothes, it wouldn't stop bothering me. The fact that I couldn't remember anything from my dream. Except a voice… but it was a fleeting memory and it was soon gone. I had no idea why I was crying.
"Suze?" I looked up to see my Dad forming in front of me.
"Hey Dad." I said, holding up a shirt and skirt combination to see how they went. I shook my head and but them back in my closet. "Whats up?"
"Suze-"
I looked up at him. He looked extremely serious. "I'm sorry." He said.
I stopped what I was doing and looked up at his shimmering form. "Why?"
"You were right Suze."
"About what?"
"Just remember the saying." He said.
"What saying?" He began to fade. "Wait, Dad-" He completely disappeared. Geez. Is that all ghosts are good for? Disappearing? I mean, I remember when J… I suddenly couldn't remember it. It was like a memory in the back of my mind and the moment I remembered it the slate was wiped clean. It was starting to bother me. First the blank dream, then the mystery tears. Then my Dad goes all cryptic on me, and now I can't remember anything. It was kind of like that girl in 50 First Dates. But this wasn't a movie. This was my life. And right now I was screwed because I was late for school.
"Hector? This is Susannah. Susannah? This is Hector."
Hector was smiling down at me. I felt like I knew him… but I had never seen him in my life. I would never forget someone that looked like this.
"Hello Susannah." That voice! So silky and sexy… the way he said my name… BAD SUZE. Think Paul. Paul, your boyfriend. Paul. Paul Slater. Boyfriend.
I was actually repeating his name under my breath.
"Um. Yeah." I said brilliantly. "You can call me Suze."
He looked embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry… I thought since Padre called you that…"
I smiled slightly. "Its okay." He grinned at me… wow did he have a good smile…
Father Dom cleared his voice. "Susannah, you may skip first… well, second I guess, and show Hector around. Then during lunch, I should like the two of you, along with Paul, to come back to my office."
"Okay, bye Father D."
"Goodbye Padre."
I shut the door to the office.
"So… Hector." I said, looking at him. "What brings you to the mission?"
He blinked. "Something drew me to this place."
I gave him a long look. "Okay. I was expecting something more along the lines of 'It's a Catholic school whoop-de-doo my dream school.' Or even, 'My parents made me.'"
He laughed. I liked his laughed. It brought back good memories. Wait, what am I talking about? Again with the wiped clean slate thing!
"No but really Suze. You are a mediator, like me. Isn't there something about this place that… draws you to it?"
"Um, no." Up front of Blunt, that's me.
He stopped walking, and I did too. We made eye contact. Images of a ghost, a cat, and the Mission graveyard shot through my head as he held my gaze.
"Um…"
"Suze!"
I turned at the sound of my boyfriend's voice.
"Hey Paul." I said, blushing.
He came towards me, sweeping me into a large hug.
"Why were you so late? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I whispered into his shirt. I breathed in his cologne. It was so intoxicating. So Paul…
He kissed me. And then he looked up and noticed Hector standed behind me.
"Oh yeah, Paul, this is Hector. He's a new student…" I trailed off as I saw the expression on Paul's face. It had suddenly turned sour, as if my lip-gloss had been lemon flavored instead of strawberry.
Hector seemed a bit put-off my Paul, but nevertheless stuck out his hand. "Hello Paul."
Paul continued to glare at him as he shook his hand. "Hello. Hector." A somewhat, well… evil smirk crept up Paul's features. It gave me a chill. Not a very pleasant one either.
"How long have you known Suze?" Hector asked, dropping Paul's hand.
Paul's smirk widened. "A long time."
Hector nodded. His eyes were an unreadable shade of brown. "I guess I'll see you two later then." He turned around to leave.
"Wait, Hector!" I reached out to touch his arm. His eyes met mine and another jolt of electricity went through me.
"I am not mad Querida. Not at you."
"Hey!" Paul pulled Hector's arm from mine. Hector looked somewhat pale.
"We're going to be late Suze." He dragged me down the hall, his voice having a slight edge to it.
HECTOR'S POV
Suze and I walked out of the Padre's office. "So… Hector." She said. "What brings you to the mission?"
I blinked, seeing a large room with a window seat in the corner in my mind's eye. "Something drew me to this place."
She gave me a strange look. "Okay. I was expecting something more along the lines of 'It's a Catholic school whoop-de-doo my dream school.' Or even, 'My parents made me.'"
I laughed slightly. She was funny, not to mention beautiful, and I couldn't help feeling drawn to her, also.
"No but really Suze." I said, looking down at her. "You are a mediator, like me. Isn't there something about this place that… draws you to it?"
"Um, no."
I stopped, and she walked up next to me. Her emerald eyes met my own brown ones and suddenly all I could see was a creepy hallway, one with millions of doors spreading out in every direction. And Suze was there, her hand reaching out to mine. We clasped hands. Mine was glowing.
"Um…"
"Suze!" I snapped out of my vision to a strangely familiar sounding voice.
I turned to see him, tall, tan guy, come up to Suze and give her a huge hug. I felt a twinge.
"Hey Paul." She said.
"Why were you so late? Are you okay?" Paul asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She whispered to him.
He leaned in to kiss her and I averted my eyes. I had such a desire for her, although I had never seen her in my life. I felt embarrassed by myself… but there was something about her. Something about the way she says my name, the way her hair falls into her eyes, that makes me want to kiss her and never let go.
"Oh yeah, Paul, this is Hector. He's a new student…" I looked up to see both Suze and her boyfriend looking up at me. Paul gave me an unexpected death glare.
I took his hand. "Hello Paul."
Paul glared at me, which made me feel a bit like a bug under a microscope. What had I ever done to this guy?
"Hello. Hector." He said my name as if it were funny. As if he knew something about me… as if he had control over me. It scared me.
"How long have you known Suze?" I asked politely.
Paul gave me a triumphant look. "A long time."
The meaning was apparent: Stay away from Suze, she's mine. I stepped away, feeling saddened. "I guess I'll see you two later then." I began to walk away.
"Wait, Hector." Suze's voice reached mine, and I felt her take my arm. I met her green eyes once again and I fell into them.
"Hey!" Paul broke off my contact with her, and I felt all of the blood drain from my face.
"We're going to be late Suze." Paul's voice was like ice as he dragged her down the corridor. I felt frozen in place.
"Now you remember, don't you?" I turned to see him. I knew the voice, remembered everything now.
"Come." He said, "Let's go to shadowland and we can discuss it." He winked at me as we began to dematerialize. "After all Jesse, now you are a shifter, not a ghost."