Can't Take It Anymore

By Phantom Planet (can you tell who my fave band is?)

Well, I hope this chapter was worth the wait.

So, with Jesse's newfound heartbeat (I know its not new, it just was to me), he became an instant "celebrity." He was now the most sought out guy at JSMS, knocking Paul off his pedestal. Which didn't really suit him, but well, you know how I feel about all things concerning him.

One day, before lunch, I had to run into the ladies before going to eat. There, I heard the most horrible things I have ever heard in my entire life. And the carvings on the walls of the bathroom stall I was in didn't help either. All of the "I 3 Jesse"s and the "DM + JDS 4eva" already made me want to puke, but hearing Kelly Prescott and her D and G Nazis talk about Jesse, mainly certain parts of his anatomy, really sent me over the edge. Sure, every time I saw the guy I wanted to jump his bones, but he's my Jesse, I knew him when he was DEAD!

Ok, I know that sounded weird…. But it's true! Sooooo, you can just put that straight jacket down and start backing away.

So, here is the god awful truth about that day, sadly unabridged:

Kelly: oh my god. Did you see his ass today? Its so upsetting they don't let guys wear jeans to school..

RDGN(random D+G nazi): I know.

Kelly: I mean, I know my grades would so go up if just de Hottie could wear them. Let's just hope he doesn't go crazy like Slater and start following that freak Simon around.

RDGN: I know, that was just such a waste-

Kelly: Cuz even though I got with him in the end, he, like, still always looked at her when she passed. God, I wish some guys would leave it in the cage.

Maybe not Jesse, but I mean I wont mind, cuz we all know he's gunna be with me.

Thankfully, they chose to leave then, and so I could barf. Well, I didn't, but I wanted to. Then, I went into the courtyard and sat down with Adam and Cee. Of course, Kelly and her bunch of lemurs was already surrounding Jesse, fighting for his attention. But, suddenly I realized there was a god, and he seemed to want to repay me for the whole mediator thing. Because at that point, He walked over to our bench.

"Uh, Susannah? Would you mind talking for a minute? In, um, private?" At that point Adam had to slap Cee Cee on the back to stop her from choking on her corndog.

"S-sure." And so, I followed him inside, at which point he went into one of the empty classrooms, and sat on a desk. I leaned on one across from him, and waited.

"Susannah, the, um, Padre told me about the gift you and I seem to share in common. And he, uh, asked me to, um, try and talk to you about it, seeing how well you did with Slater's brother, because before I came here, I, uh, didn't have much luck with the poor souls who I dealt with. That's how I got my scar. That's why I came out here to stay with Maria, no matter how much I may not, enjoy her company. So, um, would you mind if sometimes, we, uh, got together and talked about, uh, mediating experiences?"

Jesse

Asking her, talking to her even, was hard. Not that I didn't enjoy talking to her, I really did. It was just like, like I already knew her, and so much had already happened between us. It was like every time I saw her, I just wanted to hold her in my arms, just to know what it felt like. But, at the same time, I felt I already knew. When she said that one word that made my day "sure" I felt like jumping for joy. Instead I just said a silly "Thank you, querida." Then, all I could think of was, what if she knew what it meant? Would she never talk to me again because she thinks I'm some weird freak? Nombre de Dios, I hope not.

So, we set up a day to get together (tomorrow, gracias, dios, gracias!) and I counted down the hours 'til I got to be alone with her.

Suze

The next day, the big day, I got to be alone with Jesse, I got up early, just to make sure I looked my best. We were going to the coffee clutch, just to sit and talk. So, I wore this really great blue strapless peasant dress that my mom had gotten years ago on her honeymoon I Jamaica with my dad. It had embroidered flowers and hummingbirds on it, and had this really great empire waist. Plus, if I twirled, the skirt went everywhere. YAY! (I have this dress, its so cool, I lurve it!) I wore this great hot pink cardigan with it, and got 'made up' and was ready to go. I put the most perfect accessory of all time, my sunglasses, in my hair, holding it back, and was ready to go.

I don't really remember that much from that day, just that I really wanted school to end (more than usual) so I could go and get coffee with Jesse.

After my daily torture was finished, I waited out in the parking lot for Jesse. He came out, and we walked over to his car, which, I will add was so much better than Paul's. He had an electric blue corvette convertible with a cream top and cream leather interior. (My dream car) All I can say is, damn, I'd just date him for the car.

As we got in, Jesse told me I'd have to direct him, as he was new.

"Oh, just go on a couple of midnight bike rides, and you'll find out where everything is fast enough."

"What?" Did I just say that?

"Mediator stuff."

"Padre said you had some unorthodox methods, but I couldn't see myself getting up at midnight just for a ghost."

"I'll tell you all my great ghost busting stories once we have coffee."

So, we got to the Coffee Clutch, and I ordered my frozen chocolate coffee, and he ordered his cup of black coffee, I started talking.

"Ok, so on my first day at the mission, Fr. Dom was showing me to my locker, when I noticed this girl in front of it. Basically, she called me a bitch, so I punched her, so she got kinda mad at me." I told him the rest of the story, leaving him out of it, until it was over. Then, we traded stories for a couple of hours, and I gave him a couple of my tricks of the trade, until he asked me a surprising question.

"Uh, Susannah, have you ever had any, um, dreams, as a mediator?"

When I told him I hadn't, he gave me the surprise of a lifetime.

"Well, Susannah, I've been having dreams ever since I came here. For a while they were in some old place, but now, now you're in them, and its like watching a movie, and I saw all of the stories you've told me, only I'm in them. And, well, I'm glowing like a ghost."

DUNDUNDUN!

Big cliffie. So he does remember her, in a way.

My sister came back from France last night. YAY! On Thursday I turn 17, and can go see R movies 'legally'.

I'll try to update soon, because I know I've been horrible. I'm sorry. I took my exams, and then I had to be a counselor at Christ camp, and then I went to driving school, and then I went to the beach, and then I came back and started driving a shitload and then I found out I only got a 3 on my ap test, and I was all sad, and didn't feel like writing. But, now that my sis is back, I feel like it, so you can thank her…