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?

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Chapter Two: ""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.""

Chapter Three:

"Its not your fault." He said to me as we walked down the dark corridor I had come to know as Shadowland. I had to admit that it was a bit creepy, being here, but at the same time being alive.

"I should have known." I said, stopping and looking at him. "I could have stopped her from going back." I shook my head. "It was too dangerous. Diego could have hurt her."

"She did it because she loved you." I met his eyes and swallowed.

Loved.

SUZE'S POV

"This is getting boring." I looked over to Paul who was seated next to me in History class. "Let's ditch this and go somewhere… quiet."

I smiled at him. "Lets go."

Paul raised his hand and asked for a bathroom pass. A few minutes later I did the same.

I closed the door to the room. I looked down the corridor.

"Paul?" A hand grabbed my waist from behind and I nearly screamed.

"Shh." He laughed at me, and then pulled me with him towards the closet.

"You nearly scared me to death!" I whispered as we entered the closet. He shut the door. It was too dark. I reached for the light switch when I felt his hand on mine.

"Suze," He said, his voice sending pleasant shivers down my spine. "Leave it." He pulled me towards him and pressed his lips against mine. I slipped my other hand around his neck and pulled him closer, sighing. Suddenly I pulled back.

"Ow!"

"Suze?" Paul sounded worried. "Suze what is it?"

"Ow." I said again, cradling my head in my arms. I had been hit with a killer headache out of nowhere.

Paul reached for the light switch and I blinked.

"Suze?" His voice was far away, and I couldn't see him. I felt suddenly scared what was happening to me?

I looked to my left. I was in… the Mission Graveyard? How did I get here…?

I walked down the narrow path. There was something here… something I knew well. Something I loved…

The tombstone loomed up at me, and I traced the engravings that were so dear to my heart.

"Here lies Hector "Jesse" De Silva, Beloved Son, Brother, and Friend"

I felt a sharp pulling sensation as my headache increased I blinked again and suddenly I was back in the closet with Paul.

"Suze, are you okay? You just got pale."

He was giving me an odd look, one with concern and something else… something like… fear.

"I'm… fine, I just need some… air." I burst out of the room, running towards my locker. I leaned against it, closed my eyes and thought. I tried to call up the vision I had in the closet. It had been so real… so lifelike… I could feel the cool cement beneath my fingertips.

If only I could remember what the cement had been! I began walking down the hall, not completely sure where I was going. My legs took me outside towards the Mission Garden, and I knew what lay ahead. The graveyard.

Something about the graveyard, I knew, was part of the puzzle. It had an answer to all of these strange dreams and visions. I walked down the path. The feeling from my vision returned. There was something very dear to me that lied at the end of this road.

My legs stopped moving and I saw instantly recognized the spot from the vision. And I wasn't the only one there.

"Hello Father Dominic."

Father Dominic looked up at him. "Hello. What may I help you with? Have you any idea what's keeping you here?"

He smiled. "I'm not here to be mediated, Father." Father Dominic opened his mouth to speak. Another ghost materialized and his mouth hung open, his eyes becoming misty.

"You remember Morgan, don't you Father?"

"Dear God…" The Father whispered.

"Dominic," the ghost said in her crisp English accent, "we need your help."

"Morgan…" Dominic couldn't find words.

"Susannah needs your help." She said, again, beginning to fade along with him.

Dominic reached out for her across his desk. "Morgan!" His hands swiped at air.

For the first time in many years, the Father put his head down on his desk and cried.

HECTOR/JESSE'S POV

I could hear her coming up the walk. I wondered what she was doing here… unless she remembered…

But of course she didn't. Slater had made sure of that.

She looked up at my confusedly.

"Hector?"

I simply watched her, mi querida, as her beautiful features scrunched into confusion.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

I looked at her from across the stone, remembering a day when we were in a similar position… the day she admitted she loved me too. I swallowed. Dios, I missed her.

"Shouldn't you?" I asked neutrally.

She looked down and caught sight of the blank tombstone. She bent down and ran her fingers along the front.

"Why is there a blank tombstone? Why would they put a blank tombstone down?" She looked up at me, and I carefully avoided her eyes.

"I… guess they're going to carve it later…" I knew they wouldn't. As far as I could tell, I was very much alive, and in no need of a grave.

"Susan- Suze." I caught myself, sighing. I couldn't trust myself to be around her. I just… Dios, la amé tanto.

"I… must go to class. I'll see you… later…" I felt her eyes on me as I retreated down the path, but I couldn't let myself look at her. I couldn't stand to see her eyes… her beautiful, full green eyes. I sighed. I was now alive, finally alive, and she didn't even remember me. We couldn't be together. My chest felt like it was ripping in two. I pushed the door open to the Mission and felt a breeze of cool air brush against my numb skin. His words came back to me, cold and unforgiving.

"She did it because she loved you."

PAUL'S POV

I walked into Father Dominic's office just as the lunch bell rung. I hadn't seen Suze since third period when she had run off, and I was slightly angry.

I walked into the Father's office and saw De Silva sitting there with the Father, sans Suze.

Father Dominic, I noticed, looked slightly pale and his eyes were somewhat red. Allergies. Thanks God I don't have them.

De Silva glanced up at me and I couldn't help glaring. He glared back which surprised me. Excellent, I thought, He remembers. Where did I go wrong with this?

"Paul." Father Dominic said, gesturing to the chair next to De Silva.

"I'll just go find Susannah, and then we can begin…" The Father left the room and I glanced at Jesse who was looking the other way.

"It hurts doesn't it?" I asked him, slightly smiling. If he remembered, I was going to make it my personal business to make his life a living hell.

He looked at me with those brown eyes I had come to despise.

"I do not wish to speak about it," he began, "with you."

"Who are you going to talk to then, huh, Rico?" I smirked at him, "You can't tell your precious Susannah because Susannah is mine."

Jesse's face turned dark, which use to scare me, I'll admit, a lot. But now, he didn't have the advantage. Because he was alive too. Sucker.

"That won't last long though, will it Slater?" His voice dripped icicles. "Because she will remember. And-"

"And that, my dear Jesse, is where you are wrong." I loved this. I had power, finally over both of them. "She won't remember. Not only did I get rid of you, Jesse. I knew you would come back, because you're that kind of pain in the butt. I made sure that she wouldn't remember you. Look it up. It's in the third chapter, Book Of The Dead. I'm sorry Jesse, you're screwed!"

He opened his mouth, probably to curse me off in Spanish or something, when Suze walked in, looking at hot as usual.

She regarded me with a smile and sat next to me.

"Hey." I whispered to her, as Father Dominic went to sit down.

"What happened with you?"

"Oh…" She said, looking towards Jesse. I frowned. "Nothing."

This was not good. What was going on? Goddammit, I thought, mentally stomping on the ground… or even better, De Silva's nose. He was supposed to be gone, DEAD! Or rather, alive, in his own time, 150 years ago!

I looked towards Father D, who was talking some crap about mediating ghosts, and helping them out. I had thought that I helped Jesse by giving him a life… in 1850!

Suze suddenly gripped her chair.

"Susannah?" I heard Father D ask. "Susannah are you alright…?"

Suze's face had gone pale. She shook her head vigorously back and forth. "A break," I heard her faintly whisper. What was happening? "from talking. Especially from talking…" Her body went limp, and I knew where she had gone. I was just about to shift to Shadowland when I felt the block. Something was keeping me from going with her. I cast a quick look at De Silva, who was staring at Suze with a strange look.

He walked over to her.

"De Silva I'm warning you-"

He ignored me and took her hand in his. Anger built up inside me. I was about to pound him when he spoke.

"Alright Querida, we don't have to talk." He then fainted too, going to shadowland with her.

Dammit. I thought, as I tried to shift. Then I saw Father Dominic looking at the three of us with a stunned expression. I sighed, and then shifted to my house instead.

The Book Of The Dead never said anything about this.

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