I'm going to try and put a few more chapters up because I'm leaving for chorus camp tomorrow and won't be back for awhile.

"Tell me something Jesse. Does she sigh when you kiss her too?"

I lost track of how long I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling that night. I tried my hardest to go to sleep but everytime I did, I kept getting those stupid flashbacks.

He was sitting over on the window seat with a orange cat in his lap. He turned to face me, but I was asleep. He sighed as he lifted the cat off his lap and walked over to my bed. He stroked my cheek. "It can never be, querida." He kissed me genlty.

Who was this guy?

He knew. I could see on his face that he knew. "Oh, you're still here. I thought you'd be off at the rectory by now."

"You know it's better this way, Susannah."

"Oh yeah. Be sure to give my regards to Sister Erenstine."

Okay this was offically too weird. And believe me, I know weird. I couldn't take it anymore. I quietly snuck into Sleepy's room, and grabbed his cell phone. Then I finally found the number I was looking for.

"Hello?" His voice sounded tired. Well, it wasthree in the morning. "Jesse?" There was a long pause. Wrong number?

"Yes. Who's this?" Oh, thank goodness. "Um, Susannah. Slee-I mean, Jake's sister." Another long pause. "Is everything alright, Susannah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, querida." I took a deep reath before saying. "Were you ever dead?" Another very long silence. Good job, Suze. Way to scare the poor boy.

"Susannah, can you meet me somewhere tomorrow?"

I said yes. He, for some reason, wanted me to meet him in the Mission's graveyard. I saw him looking over a headstone.

Here lies Hector "Jesse" De Silva, 1830-1850, Beloved brother, son and friend.

"Jesse?" He looked up at me. "I found it a few weeks ago. Someone told me about it. Don't you think it's alittle odd, querida?" He sat down on the bench that was beside it. I sat down beside him, and looked over at the statue of Father Serra. I swear it looked like he was smiling at me. Oh, right. Jesse. "Jesse, are you a-"

"Mediator?" I nodded. He sighed and said."Yes, you are too aren't you? Jake told me about you. Thought you were in a gang." I looked back down at the headstone. It was the same one in my visions. The ones where Jesse kissed me.

"Do you really think that I was a ghost?" I looked up at him. His face expressionless. "How could you be? You're here now aren't you?" He nodded and said,"But what else could it mean?"

"I don't know." I sighed and looked down at the circles I was making with my foot in the dirt. He took my hand. "Well, querida. Let's not waste our day like this." He pulled me along with him. Okay, so I let him take me out. Who cares? Oh,Paul might, considering he was my boyfriend. Well, that's fine though, because I'm not in love with Jesse. I am not in love with Jesse de Silva. I'm not. So why do I have to keep reassuring myself of that? And why did I let him kiss me? Why? I'll tell you why.

Okay, I really don't know why. I really don't. Well, it could have been the fact that he was a)gorgeous, b)gorgeous, and c)I felt like I had known him for years. Like I had loved him for years.

"Fine. We don't have to talk." And that's when he kissed me. On the lips.

Susannah Simon! You have a boyfriend! That little voice in the back of my head was practically. I shut it up. Oh, did I shut that voice up. I felt his kiss all the way to the base of my spine.

"Suze?" Oh crap. "What are you doing?" Which I though was pretty stupid. It was so obvious what I was doing.

Cheating on your boyfriend.

"Suze, I can't believe you!" He looked mad. Can't say I blame him. So, I did what anyother mature 17-year old would do in this situation. "Paul, it's not what it looks like!"

"How could you do this to me?" He looked at Jesse. "You'll pay for this. You both will."

"I'd like to see you try."

Jesse drove me home in silence. He parked in front of my house and we just sat there for what seemed like the longest five minutes of my life. "Susannah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so forward."

"You shouldn't have let him get so forward." Jesse said as a car speeded out of my driveway.

"Forward? What are you talking about? Forward what does that even mean?"

"You barely know him and you were letting him-"

"Oh, don't even go there Jesse."

"Did you see that too?" I nodded.

"What does it mean, Jesse?" He shook his head. "I really don't know, querida." I smiled when he called me that.

"You called me that in the visions." He smiled and turnd back to look at me. "I really am sorry, Susannah." I looked back up at him and said, "Don't be. If our visions are true, I loved you a long time before I loved Paul. Besides, I could have stopped you. I didn't want to stop you." He smiled and kissed me again.

I walked into my room in a daze. I eventually fell asleep that night, but not for long.

I got out of Paul's car and saw dozens of ambulances, police cars and nes reporters in our yard. "Wow, kiddo." Andy grabbed me before I could get over the police tape.

"Andy, where's mom?" He put his arm around me. "Your mom's fine. everyone's fine." Then my gaze fell on a strecther. Something was covered up.A body. "Then who's that?"

"Exorcised him? Is that what you did, Jack? You exocised him?"

"Yeah. That's what I did. I exocrsised him."

We were in a long dark hallway. Doors on either side of us. Jesse had my hand, and held on to it tight as we ran. Then we saw Paul.

"I thought you said you didn't believe?" I asked.My voice shaking with fear.He smirked. "I should have been more specific. I don't believe in letting ghosts walk all over me like you apparenlty do."

"I said I wouldn't kill your boyfriend. I didn't say anything about keeping him from dying in the first place."

I woke up quickly. I realized I had broken into a cold sweat. "Susie! Phone for you!" I went and picked up the phone. "Thanks, Mom! I got it!" I expected it to be Father Dom, but I got a surprise when I heard, "Querida? Did you-?"

I sat down on the edge of my bed. "Yeah. I did." I heard him sigh and ask, "What did it mean?"

My heart started beating faster when I asked, "You really don't know?" When he didn't answer me, I said, "I think Paul's the spawn of Satan."

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