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She lowered the gun. Tears were shining in her eyes. She dropped the gun, and looked over at Paul. "Paul?" He nodded and she ran over to him and threw her arms around him. The police came in to get David's body and to interview us. After they got through with me, I walked out into the hallway, and leaned up against the lockers.

"Querida." I turned to see Jesse standing a few feet beside me. He walked over to me and took me into his arms. I started crying, probably harder than I ever have before. I'm not, as I've said before, a crier. But I guess everything that had happened to me in the last few days had finally caught up to me.

"Shh. It's alright, Susannah. I'm here, and I'll never let anything happen to you. Ever."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you too, querida. More than you'll ever know." I smiled at him and kissed him. I don't know how long we stood there kissing. All I know is eventually we heard-

"Get a room!" I broke away from Jesse and turned to see Paul standing behind us with his infamous smirk on his face. He had his arm around Kat who was beside him. I have no idea what possesed me, all I know is that I ran up to Paul and threw my arms around him. He was shocked for a minute, but then put his arms around me.

"I'm glad you're not a pyschopathic killer."

He smiled. "You and me both, Susie-Q. I'm insane, but not that insane." I smiled back. Then I remembered something.

"Why exactly was Mercy in there?"

"She knew too much. She figured out what David was up to a long time ago. Found his notes or something."

I remembered. It was that night at the bascilla, when she said Paul, or David I should say, told her if she told anyone he would kill her.

We walked out to find a ton of police cars, fire trucks and news cameras in the Mission's courtyard.

"My baby!" My mom put me in a death grip. "Mom, I'm fine." Sh just squeezed harder. "You could have been murdered! Susie, what were you thinking?"

I wasn't thinking. Never have, never will.

I didn't realize how tired I was until I came home that night. As soon as I laid my head down, I was out.

"Do you Orlando Bloom take Susannah Simon to be your wife?"

He smiled at me and said in his ultra-hot British accent. "I do." Wait, I should be marrying Jesse! Jesse's my one true love. . . .oh well, this is MY dream.

"And do you Susannah Simon take Orlando Bloom to be your husband?"

"I do."

"By th power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Oooo! Kissing orlando Bloom! Our faces were les than an inch apart and...

I woke up on the floor. My head throbbing. Okay, whoever ruined my make-out session with Orlando Bloom, will so DIE!

'Gosh! What the h-" I broke off, because I saw a glowing figure sitting in the window seat.

A GLOWING figure. In the WINDOW SEAT where Jesse always sat when he was a ghost. My heart fell.

"J-J-Jesse?" The figure didn't move."Jesse?" In an instant, an invisible force pushed threw me up against the wall. I screamed.

"Suze?" I could hear my mom's voice coming from outside my door.

"Mo-" Someone's hand went over my mouth.

"SUZE!" She was trying to get in, but that 'thing' had locked the door.

"Now let's do this the easy way, Susie." He said that in a voice I immediatley reognized as Paul.

I was struggling to get away, but he grabbed me back. he hit me hard on the head with something. The next thing I knew, i woke up on a cold, hard, ground.

Fog. That's all I could see. Just fog.

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