Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns mostly everything. I am no Meg Cabot at all, she's a genius for thinking that a human being could fall in love with a ghost. If only I owned Jesse -sigh-...

The lyrics that are used in this chapter are Infatuation by Christina Aguilera and Spirit by Switchfoot. Oh yeah, thanks for the reviews! I have 3 new mediator fanfic ideas I just came up with, so watch out for those.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Bryce just kept on going on and on and on about surfing. There's nothing more I hate than when guys only talk about theirselves. I mean, what about us women? Aren't WE important? Well, actually, I haven't been listening to whatever he said for the past...4 hours. Sure the movie we saw was great, Elizabethtown is a good movie. And Orlando Bloom was so hot -oh god, that beautiful accent!- and I thought Kirsten Dunst's sense on humour fits in well with the movie but my mind could only focuse on one thing...or a someone. No, Suze, BAD, you are falling head over heels for him! But there's nothing I can do! I can't help it. It was the very first time a guy ever brought me roses, no matter where they got them because I know for a fact that he didn't buy them, since you know, he's a ghost.

"HOLY CRANAPOLY!" I yelled.

The roses...Jesse is behind all this. But why? Why on earth would he give me a dozen of roses? I mean, it's not as if we were lovers...right? Sure I love him as a friend, wait, do I love him as more than that? I can't help but think about the times we exchanged letters. Sure, we've only known each other for a week, but there's always been this connection between us. I mean, the time I felt his presence, I knew that we, Jesse and I, had a connection. Is it possible to fall in love with a ghost?

"Suze, you alright in there?" Jake said through my door. Guess he heard another yell coming from me. Aw, isn't that sweet? My stepbrother cares about me! Yeah, right.

"Yeah, sure," I said.

"Are you sur-" He said, coming in. "Where did those roses come from?"

"Oh uh, nobody." Putting on a fake smile now...

"Gah, fine," he said. "Just stop yelling, Brad and I are playing Cool Boarders and I'm winning. You see, we have this bet an-"

"Okay, Jake, bye bye now." I interrupted, closing the door on him.

I guess it IS possible...because, I think, no, that can't be right, I feel as if he really is the one Madame Zara was talking about. I'm almost certain it's him. Almost. It was really sweet of him, and it was really romantic too. How he wrote Querida in a very neat cursive... God, it's getting a little too mushy in here.

"So, Suze, you wanna try surfing some time?" Bryce asked me and I wasn't even paying attention.

"Uh...uh..." I stuttered, not sure of what to say. "Uhm...I don't know, I'll think about it. I'm not the surfing type of girl."

"Okay, then. Surely, Jake can teach you how to surf right? Or maybe Brad. Both of them are pretty good."

"Yeah, okay, that'd be nice."

The 'date' ended right there. I think Bryce noticed I wasn't paying attention to him because after I said that, he said, "C'mon, I'll take you home now." Which was a shame really, he may be good-looking, but he's not one of the bright ones out there, unlike Jesse...

Suze, you have got to STOP thinking about him. You know that you two have no future together unless some miracle happens. I can't help it! He's good-looking, he has jet black hair, washboard abs, hot latino face, ahh, all the things you would have wanted in a guy. And he's a gentleman too, a bright one, actually. I mean, who reads Critical Theory Since Plato? That book is...old. Yeah, I've seen the book lying around on my desk. I tried reading it once and I fell asleep once I got to the 3rd page. The book is huge, no wonder, the letters are so small. I think that if it was a chapter book, I would've finished...4 chapters. If he were alive, he and Doc would get along really well.

Caught between my mama's words and what I feel inside

I'm wanting to explore his world but part of me wants to hide

Should I risk it, can't resist it, this has caught me by suprise

Should I let him take me to Puerto Rico

I can't hold back no more

Let's go tonight

Papi hold me, say that you adore me

Never let go never leave me lonely

Papi hold me, say that you adore me

Never let go never leave me lonely

&&

Hear my cry, fill my life

I won't need anything but You

I've found all that I want, all that I long for in You

Wasted time is when I'm far from Your truth

I've found all that I want, all that I long for in You

All that I want, all that I long for in You

I've found all that I want, all that I long for in You

I've found all that I want, all that I long for is You

Yes, You're all that I want, all that I long for is You

I, Jesse De Silva, am in love with Susannah Simon. She's everything I could ask for...everything I look for in a woman. Dios, help me, save me from this, I want to hold her, be with her for all eternity. I believe that miracles happen, but I guess for now, I just have to wait for my miracle. And that is to be with my querida, my one true love, forever. I know that we are meant to be together.

"Madame Zara, are you saying that not only is she my one true love...but we are also meant to be together?"

"Yes, Hector, I am. I hope you understand, except...you won't meet her in this lifetime." she said sadly.

"What do you mean 'not in this life time'?"

"What I mean is that, by the time you meet her, you might be a ghost, unless you move on."

"Move on?"

"Yes, if you two really aren't meant to be together, you will move on..." she said. "-to your next life."

"What happens if we really are meant to be together?"

"If you are, and your emotions become a mixture of pure love and hatred, you may turn in-" she stopped herself before she could say anything else. "I'm sorry Hector, but I can not tell you anymore. I will come back and tell you everything when the time is right..."

"When will that be?"

"Honestly, Hector, I don't know, I don't know." she shook her head.

Her letter...she included Madame Zara. So far, all I know is that Susannah and I are meant to be together. I have not moved on for the past 150 years. I've been waiting, sitting, for so long, and she has arrived. But what about Madame Zara? When will she be able to tell me anything? So many questions, yet such few answers.

The last letter she wrote, that was the very letter that reminded me so much of my past, and it all came to me, taht was when I actually realized that I AM in love with her. I decided that roses may give her an idea of what a man I truly am. I got the roses from some a house in a place I am not quite familiar of. 'Seventeen Mile Drive'. It is a very awkward name for such place, the houses were awfully big. The house I got the roses from was made out of glass. How could anyone stand that? It must be cold at night, seeing that the ocean is just right beside it and the breeze gets cold at night.

What I noticed though when I was picking it up from their backyard, is a large truck in what they call now a 'driveway'. A boy about Susannah's age came out of the front door. I then thought that this boy may be going to Susannah's school. I knew right then that this boy just used women. He doesn't have honourable intentions, I must say. By just one look at him, he looks like a bastardo. I couldn't help but overhear their conversation.

"Mr. Slater, your things have arrived." the man from the truck said. "Just sign your name over...here" He pulled out a 'clipboard' and gave him something that looked like a small stick, to write with.

"There you go," the bastardo said, handing the clipboard back. "Thanks, man"

"Hey, may I ask which school you're going to?" the man asked.

"Oh yeah, sure, I'm going to Junipero Serra Mission Academy in 3 weeks.

"Really? I hear that it's a pretty good school. Well good luck!" the man said. "Nice house by the way."

He really is going to Susannah's school, but I must warn her about this boy. Even though he is not going there for at least 3 more weeks, but he'll use her for sure. She is a beautiful lady and I can not do anything but protect her, respect her, care for her and also...love her.

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"And I promise all of you my fellow sophomores, that I'll try to make this year unforgettable. So, vote for me, Suze Simon, vice president for the sophomore class." I said, finishing my speech. The candidates for the student council had to give out their speeches early so the students will have time to think about who they're voting for.

Okay, okay, I know. You can't blame me for wanting to run. All the pep talk CeeCee has given me after I told her everything from the start, you know Bryce, had an effect on me. I mean, I'm starting over right? So why not make the best of it? I'm intelligent...enough. My campaign, CeeCee, Adam, and I, still have a lot of work to do. There's still 2 weeks until the final election. CeeCee and I have already finished 5 posters with a slogan I came up with, randomly.

"Suze, we need a slogan for this." Cee said, interrupting me from my thoughts about a certain someone. "Hello, earth to Suze!" Seeing that I'm not paying attention, she started waving her hands frantically in front of my face.

"What?" I asked.

"What's wrong? You've just been staring off into space all through lunch." she replied. "We need to get this campaign going or else you'll lose. And the slogan, oh my GOD, we need a catchy slogan!" she went on.

"What about: Suze Simon is not as boring as Kelly Prescott and she kicks ass too!" Adam suggested.

"That's gonna get Suze eliminated as a candidate because if we use that, they'll be thinking we're, well they'll think that she's discriminating against Kelly." Cee said.

"What about: Simons say vote for Suze?" I suggested, because I couldn't handle all their bickering. CeeCee and Adam are so made for each other, they just don't know it yet.

Yes CeeCee, I'm talking to you. Don't think I've noticed you staring at the back of his head every time you two are in the same room together. Same thing goes for you Adam, I know you like her back, so why not just ask her out already? Do us girls have to do everything around here? Even make the frikkin first move? Because for all I know, I am not that type of gal.

"Simon says vote for Suze..." CeeCee said, repeating it over and over again. "Hey, that's awesome. Good one, Simon!" She quickly wrote it down on one of the brystol boards. I started tuning them out again, since I hada more better things to think about.

"ADAM! STOP IT!" CeeCee shrieked.

I really have to talk to CeeCee about this whole shrieking thing. But I can't blame her, I'm ticklish so if someone ever tickled me, I shriek pretty loud. I rolled my eyes at Adam because he's trying to get CeeCee for painting a big blob on his face. They are so flirting, but anyone can see that they're made for each other.

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