Note: My summary is crap. I couldn't get the actually summary to fit so that'll have to do. Yeah.

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all of her characters. I own the rest.

Warning: PG13—language, violence/supernatural stuff, and of course some fluff! How fluffy I'm not sure yet. Ehm. Yeah. No worries, I'll make warnings if anything gets to graphic.

Also, I'll probably add song lyrics to certain parts, only because I write that way. It's habitual and I can't help it. Sigh.

Ch1: False Accusations

I can't believe it. I honestly can not believe it. And after everything I did for him...He hasn't even been alive two months and he's already cheating on me.

And whom with? Some skank ho he works with! And he has the nerve to show up at my house and demand that I listen to him! Ha!

"Querida, open the door,"Jesse sighed from the hallway. That's right I locked him out of my room.

"No," I yelled from my bed. I'd been crying into my pillow for about five minutes before he'd come barging in and starting banging on my door.

"Querida, please. Just open the door and hear what I have to say. This is all just a big understanding."

"Go. Away."

"Susannah."

Oh great. I'd been undermined from "Querida" to "Susannah." He must be getting really pissed at me.

Not that I give a damn right now.

"I don't want to hear your bullshit, Jesse."

Dragging my sorry butt off my bed, I made my way into my bathroom, locking the door behind me. My eyes were blurred with tears as I stripped off my school clothes and got into my shower.

God the hot water feels good. It sounds good too. After all it is drowning out whatever that bastard is saying to my door. And to think I went back to 1850 just so we could be together.

Thinking of the past just made me cry harder. All I could keep thinking about was, after everything we've been through, how could he do this to me?

After letting the searing droplets sooth me for a while, I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in the largest, softest towel I could find.

I could still remember how, up until recently, I used to have to dress in my bathroom, for a certain ghost haunted my room, making it impossible to change in there. But not anymore. Now that ghost as alive.

And cheating on me.

I sucked up what last few tears lingered and opened my door, still clutching onto my towel. I wanted to keep it firmly against my skin like a security blanket.

Pathetic I know. But I was heart broken so bite me.

When I opened my door, though, I nearly dropped my towel as I gasped. Rather loudly might I add.

My bedroom door was closed and locked, but Jesse now sat on my day bed, staring at me.

My death-grip on my towel increased dramatically, as chills went up my spine. Normally the sight of him would make me want to lose the towel and go over and make mad passionate love to him. But not now. I was fuming. And confused.

Plus, Jesse was too much of a gentlemen to express his full love to me before marriage.

Much to my chagrin.

Noticing my confused stare, Jesse pulled a screw driver out of his pocket and waved in at me, all while smirking.

"I jimmied the door."

"Wow," I replied, rather sarcastically. "Did you learn that while your were a ghost, or did your new girlfriend teach you that?'

The smirk quickly left his face. He got up from the daybed and went over to my closet, where he proceeded to throw a robe at me.

"Put it on and have a seat," he ordered, as he now went back over to the daybed.

"I already told you, I don't want to hear–"

"It's not open for negotiation, Susannah," he interrupted, as I slipped the robe on.

Whoa. Mr. Ex Rancher's getting testy.

Jesse waited until I'd made myself comfortable on my bed before starting in.

"You have no right," he growled in a tone that I'd never heard him use before. At least not with me. "To accuse me of cheating, not only because you don't even know what you're talking about, but also because of all those times you betrayed me with..."

He paused and gritted his teeth, trying to control his anger. I knew what name he was thinking. And I hated the fact that he was bringing him into this.

"...with Slater," he finished. His usually deep, sensual eyes were cold as ice as he growled Paul's last name. I couldn't help but wince. I knew it was coming, but that didn't make the impact of his words hurt any less.

"I deserve to be heard out, Susannah, whether you like it or not."

He moved from my daybed to the window seat—the one he'd sat on as a ghost for over 150 years. He looked just like his ghostly self, one more, just minus the glowing aura.

"I suppose I should start at the beginning," he whispered. "You remember Saben?"

Duh. Who do you think I'm accusing you of cheating on me with. The muffin man?

I didn't say that though. I just nodded. Nodded while avoiding his penetrating gaze.

"Well, you already know that she's Clive Clemming's niece, and last living relative. The only reason she moved out here was because she'd been left everything of his in his will."

I nodded again, though I don't think he was watching.

"And seeing as to how all his possessions went to her, they all became her responsibility. His house, his personal items–everything."

Nod. I swear I'm like freaking bobble head Suze over here. Where's my aggressive, violent self? This is no time for a vacation...

"To make things easier, she moved into her uncle's house, after selling most of his things. Then she decided to take a job at the Historical Society, so that cleaning out his office would be easier. Plus, she could just pick up where he left off."

"Are you going to tell me anything new, or just the same old–"

"Well if you'd let me finish, you'd find out."

He interrupted me! Again! That's like...like...well only the second time today but this had better not become a habit. It's most annoying.

"Like I was saying, she took her uncle's job and is now going to college near here. Two days ago, my landlord told me I had to move out for a few weeks since the complex is being fumigated for termites; then renovated due to the damage."

Termites. Ok, eww. And to think I'd made out with him in said apartment on multiple occasions. shudder

"None of the hotels around here allow pets. And it's not like I could stay with you or at the rectory. So, when I went into work Monday with Spike in hand, Saben became a bit curious as to what was going on. So I told her."

You know, I wouldn't be so angry if the girl didn't look almost exactly like me. Except older. And taller. And one of her eyebrows is pierced.

But other than that, we could be twins. Seriously.

Maybe that's why I think Jesse's cheating on me. She looks so much like me, he probably wouldn't be able to tell us apart!

No, no. I know he'd be able to tell us apart. She's got bigger breasts than me as well. See she's not like Pam Anderson here, but she's no Paris Hilton either. Yeah.

Then again neither am I. Okay, I'm not making myself feel any better with this mindless babbling.

"Then, she offered to let me stay with her since she lives alone, and doesn't haven't a problem with animals, so I took her up on her proposition. But this is exactly why I didn't tell you I was living with her. I knew you'd react this way. And honestly, Querida, nothing—nothing—happened between Saben and myself. I just learned yesterday that the only reason she was comfortable with the arrangement is because her heart already belongs to someone. Plus, she knows how I feel about you."

"She does?" My whispered was barely audible, but he still heard me. He carefully came over an sat by me, before continuing.

"Of course she does," Jesse smiled, and laced his fingers between his own. "She has graciously informed me that all I ever seem to do is talk about you."

Oh. So the nitwit's rude about it. That's nice.

"But I don't think she minds too much, or she would have kicked me out by now. Not to mention, she does have a point. You do often distract me from my work."

Okay. Blushing now. Blushing profusely.

"So you aren't living with her because you love her?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Susannah," he said in that sexy, soothing voice that makes me melt. Oh was it working. I swear I was a Suze-mush pile. "You're the only woman I will ever love."

And with that, he leaned over and kissed me.

.sigh.

Should I continue or not? Let me know. Thanks.

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