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 Three:
"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."
I opened my eyes, and then closed them again. My head hurt so much.
"Umnnhh..." I groaned and then attempted to open my eyes again. Except when I did, I was no longer in Father D's office. No, I was in… um…
I looked around. Where was I? It was kind of creepy.
Alright, it was really creepy. There were these doors that lined both sides of the hallway and it stretched out infinitely in all directions.
I looked to my right and was startled to see Hector stand there, watching me.
"What happened?" I asked.
He blinked. "You don't remember this place?"
"No…. have I been here before?" I walked closer to him. "Because, I mean, this place is really creepy, and I'm pretty sure-I mean come on, just LOOK around- that I wouldn't forget a place like this. I-"
Hector cut my off with a slight laugh. "You're babbling."
I looked up at him. "Hey its not my fault. I mean just look around. Where the hell are we?"
"Shadowland." He whispered, his eyes dark and – I must admit- gorgeous. We stared at each other, and I allowed myself to realize just how gorgeously hot this man really was. (A/N Gorgeously hot Ha Ha Ha I made up a phrase. Okay back to the story)
I tried to tear my gaze from his. "H-how did we get here?"
He didn't answer me, just glanced around.
"Morgan?" He called. Just then, a tall blonde women-ghost, I should add- dressed in what looked like England in 1910 or so. She was very pretty.
Humph. The blondes always get the hot Latinos.
I so did not just think that.
She nodded at me.
"You must be Susannah." Definitely British. Hmm. I was jealous of her accent.
"Um, Suze will work-"
"Susannah," She continued, ignoring me. Well fine, I thought. I hope you have fun trying to run away from me in that corset! "I have been called up here because it is a matter of grave importance."
"Right," I said, "Like what?"
Hector let out a strange cough/sob type thing. I glanced at him, and then looked back and Morgan.
She too, had glanced at Hector. She sighed, and then spoke again. "I have asked Dominic for assistance in this task. You should trust him. You should trust me." She stared straight into my eyes. "You should trust Jesse. And no one else."
Then she disappeared, and I glanced towards Hector, who was giving me an odd look.
"Who's Jesse?"
"Dominic."
"Morgan!" Father Dominic jumped up from his desk at the sight of the ghost.
She sighed. "Dominic," She said gently, "Don't. I'm only here because I was called up. For Susannah."
He shook his head. "Morgan, I thought you were gone. I thought I would never see you again."
Morgan ran a ghostly hand down his cheek. "I'm not really here. Don't dwell on me. I thought you had moved on."
"Moved on?" The Father tried to contain his emotions. "I became a priest because I couldn't move on."
Morgan sighed. "I'm sorry…" She trailed off as she began to dematerialize.
"Wait, Morgan!" Dominic desperately pulled her sleeve to him.
"Yes?"
"Why did you leave me?"
"I had to. It was my time to move on."
"I loved you."
The ghost met his eyes, and electric shot between the sets of blue eyes. Then she disappeared, and the Father was left with his own thoughts.
HECTOR/JESSE'S POV
"Who's Jesse?"
It's not my fault what happened next. All I can say, in my defense, is that I was getting fed up with her not remembering me. It hurt.
"Nombre de Dios, Susannah!" I had her by her upper arms, my gentlemen- ness temporarily forgotten. "I am Jesse! Do you not remember?"
She looked at me, somewhat frightened and wholly confused. "Wait- I thought your name was Hector…? And I… what did you call me?"
I sighed and let go of her. I loved her so much… and I couldn't have her. It was like a physical ache inside of me. Just that simple touch sent crazy shivers through out me. I just missed her so, so much. And she was in love with… Slater… "I'm sorry." I said, turning away from her and running a hand through my hair. I couldn't let her see the tears that were beginning to form in my eyes. "I… my name is Hector. My middle name is Jesse. You may call me Jesse."
I blinked and turned back to her. She nodded, her hair moving freely about her shoulders. "And… you should call me Suze. No one but Father D and your girlfriend call me Susannah."
"I think that I- who?" Girlfriend? What? Dios, why did she keep messing with my head?
"Your girlfriend." She said simply, shrugging. "That blonde chick. You know, Morgan."
"Susannah, I assure you. Morgan is not my girlfriend." I said this with the slightest bit of humor, although, in reality there was not much that was funny. Susannah had been and should still be my girlfriend. I remembered when she had fainted to shadowland... she had metioned the words before our first kiss... why had she done that?
She nodded. "Fair enough. So, Jesse." She smiled, and my heart melted. "You've got some 'splainin to do."
I shook my head, still not up-to-date with all of the 2005 slang. But I must admit, part of what I love about her is her modern-ness. "I have some what to do?"
She made a face. "'Splainin. You know, like from I Love Lucy? Oh come on." She said when I didn't recognize the show. "Are you telling my you never use to watch I Love Lucy when you were little?"
"Yes, Querida, that is what I am telling you."
She smirked, her eyes lighting up. "Wow, you are really weird… wait what did you call me?"
Oops.
PAUL'S POV
All right. If Jesse wants to play dirty, then let him. I've got a lot more tricks up my Ralph Lauren Polo then he'll ever have up his 1850's rancher's sleeve. Suze is mine, and there is no way he's getting her back from me.
Okay, phase one. Suze still doesn't remember anything, and I know that she still loves me. So, jealously is obviously the best way to go. I smirked to myself in the mirror, as I got ready for school that morning.
Phase one, jealously, starting right now.
I got into my car and drove to school, parking in one of the better spots. I hadn't seen Suze or Rico since the episode in Father D's office. But I was sure they would be at school. And Rico was going to pay. Yes, he was going to feel everything I felt when Suze was in love with him. Because I know her. When I break up with her, she's going to run to him for support. And then when we get back together, it'll be forever. This is a foolproof plan. Take that De Silva.
I walked into the breezeway smiling. I saw Suze at her locker and headed directly towards her.
"Hey Paul." She said, smiling at me. I didn't smile back, although the sight of her made me want to.
"Suze, we've got to talk."
She gave me an innocent look and closed her locker. "What's up?" She asked brightly, and I sighed. This was going to be harder than it seemed.
"I… we… um…" I stared into her eyes. Could I really give her up? I reached out to touch her face, when I saw Jesse out of the corner of my eye.
I straightened. "Suze, we need to break up."
Her eyes instantly darkened. "What?" Her voice was a low, harsh whisper.
"I'm sorry." I added, wanting to kick myself. She looked so forlorn….
"Paul-" Her eyes filled with tears. Crap. I couldn't take the waterworks from her. So instead I looked to the floor, feeling like I should be the dirt under it.
"What did I do wrong?" Came her strangled voice.
"Suze, really. I'm sorry." She was perfection, and I couldn't lie to her, so instead I walked off, ignoring the sob I heard from. It was hard. I felt like I had just gone and volunteered my heart for dissection.
But the plan must go on. Soon we will be together again, me and Suze.
I walked up to Kelly. She really disgusts me, but that wasn't the point. The point was that it would make Suze jealous.
"Hey baby." I said to her. She turned around and looked at me.
She smiled. "Hey Paul." She stretched out my name in one of those annoying flirty voices girls get sometimes. Suze never did that. That's why I love her.
"Do you wanna come over tonight?" I cooed, feeling lower and lower the more I betrayed Suze. "You, and me, and a fire." I smiled at her and leaned in closer. "And I nice, cozy couch."
She grinned at me and flipped her blond hair over her shoulder. "I'd love to. Can I catch a ride with you?"
"You bet." I said, winking at her before I went off in the other direction. Wow, I feel like crap.
And I was just seeing how much crap I actually felt like when he showed up. He really had a knack for popping up at times when I really didn't feel like talking to him. Not that I really ever did.
"What do you want de Silva?" I asked tiredly, to sad to fight.
"What did you do to Susannah? I believe the term is 'break up'?" He began firing questions at me. "Why would you ever leave Susannah?"
"Stay out of this Rico."
"How could you do that to her?"
That's it! I pushed him up against the locker. "I believe I just told you that it was none of your business!"
"When it comes to Susannah, it is my business."
"No! Don't you get it Jesse? She loves me! Me! She hardly even knows you! She thinks you've only known each other for two days!"
His face darkened. "I can tell her." He said. "I can tell her that you-"
"No you can't! Its called Vergeet Altijd. It's in The Book of The Dead. Read it Jesse, and then you'll see. There are no exceptions."
I smirked. I really was brilliant. I had covered all of my bases. Or so I had thought.
"I think Slater, that you should do your homework. Its in chapter Five. Her name is De engel van Vergeet. She is the exception."
Jesse pushed me off of him and walked confidently down the breezeway.
I glared after him, and the shifted home to my library. I pulled out The Book Of the Dead.
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