The Mediator : Showtime

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Chapter 6

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Jesse's POV

I had sat down at the bay window when Susannah had left the room. I unconsciously smiled.

Susannah. She was so different from the girls in my day. So headstrong, so unafraid to speak out, so independent. She had this certain aura around her that just seemed to captivate me, pull me in…

I closed my eyes and leant back, relaxing. Susannah's green, green eyes floated into my vision. So bright, so secretive…

What are you doing, de Silva? Nombre de Dios, CONTROL YOURSELF, man!

I shook my head and opened my eyes. I could not believe I was thinking such impure thoughts about someone so young. My gaze fastened on the sea and the sunset. At least, until I heard a noise behind me.

I turned my head around quickly. And I saw a middle-aged man in modern day clothes.

With a ghostly aura around him similar to mine.

He was looking at me with a furious gaze.

"Who are you?" he asked me dangerously.

"Hector de Silva, sir," I replied, standing up to face him. Who was he?

His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing in my daughter's room?" he demanded.

I regarded him in surprise.

Susannah's father is deceased? I wondered.

"With all due respect, sir, I died here a hundred and fifty years ago. This is where I have been… staying for the past century and a half," I replied smoothly with only that slight hesitation. It was not as if I could say I was living here all this time.

He did not reply. He just continued to glare at me. Angrily, I might add.

I shifted uncomfortably and found my gaze fastened on the floor. He was making feel… unwelcome, and this was my room!

Well, Susannah's as well as mine.

I started shifting around in my head for a way out of this situation. I thought I would be standing here uncomfortably for the rest of time before Susannah opened the door and saw us standing here.

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Suze's POV

I was temporarily out of order. I just stood there at the doorframe staring stupidly at them.

"Hi, Dad."

Oh, way to go, Suze. Way to impress Jesse.

But I don't want to impress him! I thought.

Yeah, right, that little voice in my head said.

"Suze, what is this… boy doing in your room?" my dad demanded, eyeing Jesse angrily while Jesse stood there looking very uncomfortable.

"Dad. I just moved in today. Anyways, where have you been?" I asked, quickly closing the door before someone came up the stairs and caught me talking to thin air. Believe me, you would not want to be caught talking to a ghost when the other guy can't see the person you're talking to.

Dad glanced at me. "I was… busy," he said nonchalantly.

I rolled my eyes.

"Right, Dad," I said disbelievingly. "What the heck are you doing here now?"

"What? Now I can't check up on my one and only daughter?" he asked pathetically. I knew then that he was really mad. Usually he would show me his famous puppy-dog eyes when he asked me that. He didn't do that now.

"Dad, I'm perfectly able to take care of myself. How many ghosts have I kicked out of existence?" I threw my hands into the air while plopping onto my bed, barely noticing Jesse's surprised gaze on me.

"Suze," he warned.

"Dad," I countered. "Why don't you move on? I don't want you stuck here because of me."

"Susannah!" I knew he was really angry now. "You're not happy. When you're happy, I'll move on."

His gaze softened and he sat next to me.

"I'm perfectly happy. Look." I smiled a really big smile.

"Maybe on the outside, sweetie. But you're not inside. Especially after what happened back in – "

"Dad! Shut up! Don't remind me!" I all but screamed, covering my ears and covering my eyes, shuddering as my mind had about a trillion flashbacks, not one of them good.

My outburst was met by silence. After while, I slowly lowered my hands and opened my eyes, but not before I looked away from my dad and Jesse.

"I'm sorry. I knew you didn't like talking about it," he apologized, looking concerned.

"But about this guy…" he said, glancing at Jesse.

"Dad. It's fine. Jesse here was born in like… what? The early 1830s?" I asked, turning to Jesse.

He nodded affirmative.

"Right." I turned back to my dad. "Guys born back then are like… screwed."

Jesse looked indignant.

"Well, not screwed, exactly," I hurriedly said. "But they are like, the complete opposite of guys our day. They won't try and feel up girls, or something."

"Of course not!" Jesse cried, looking very affronted. "Are you implying that I would – "

"Shush for a moment," I interrupted him before turning back to my dad. "So you see, Dad, I'm perfectly safe. Jesse will probably beat up any one who tries to rape me or something, seeing as he's so against it."

He nodded but not before he had a fleeting look in his eyes that implied his shock that guys these days would do such a thing. "I could do that if you wish, sir."

My dad looked skeptical.

"How will I know that you won't do that to my daughter?" he demanded, turning to Jesse.

Now Jesse just looked scandalized.

"I would never do that, sir," he said quietly, keeping his anger in check.

My father just stared at him a bit more. After a long moment, he gave a small nod that, at first, I thought was just him changing stances.

"All right. But if I find out you did something to – "

"Dad. I told you. I trust Jesse, even though I've only met him today," I told him. Although I didn't really. I was far from trusting Jesse.

He sighed. "And I trust you, Suze. Alright."

He hugged me and I hugged him back before he dematerialized.

I collapsed back on my bed before turning to Jesse.

"I hope you're happy," I informed him. "I thought we would never get out of that situation."

Jesse smiled. "I think it was noble of your father to care about your welfare."

"Well," I replied, "It's annoying."

Jesse laughed.

I noticed that his laugh was deep, and sounded… I don't know. For lack of a better word, melodious. And it sent shivers up my spine.

In a good way.

I narrowed my eyes at him before getting up again and unpacking my jeans and skirts. I kept glancing back at Jesse for awhile. Will he ask me about the… incident my dad mentioned earlier?

He didn't seem to be on the verge of asking me about it. So I started to relax a bit.

After awhile, I noticed that there was no sound other than my unpacking. I turned around and saw that Jesse was still standing there. And that his gaze was fastened on me.

My heart rate picked up as I felt my face heat up. I looked away. The only other person who made me feel that way was –

No. Don't think about him.

I clenched my teeth and went back to unpacking. But I guess Jesse noticed my anger because he asked me, "What's wrong, Susannah?"

I looked up.

"Okay, first thing. Don't call me Susannah. Call me Suze. And don't call me Susie either. Only my mom calls me that."

He looked at me amusedly and quizzically. Boy, he looked hot.

"Why not, Susannah? You have a beautiful name."

I rolled my eyes before violently thrusting my hand into my bags to grab more jeans to put away.

He watched me quietly while I unpacked. At least, until I got to my underwear.

"Um," I said, pausing my unpacking.

"Yes?" he asked. Now he was leaning against one of my bedposts, in one of those model poses that totally screamed, Jump me! Jump me!

I swallowed. Hard. Not only because he was a totally hottie, but because he would probably be embarrassed if I told him about my underwear. How could I put this lightly?

"Can you… leave for a bit?"

"Why?" he asked smiling, thinking I just didn't want him around.

"Erm. I have to unpack my… you know."

"No, I do not know," he replied, looking like he was going to start laughing.

"My… undergarments," I said quickly looking away.

"Oh. Um…" he said, the amused expression totally wiped off his face. Instead, he looked embarrassed and he had two patches of red on his cheeks.

"I'll just be going…" he quickly said, looking away.

"Right." I said, fighting the urge to smile. He looked so cute when he was embarrassed.

What the freak are you thinking, Suze? He's DEAD. No crushing on dead people!

I shook myself and when I looked up again, Jesse had disappeared. I quickly unpacked my underwear before he came back. I didn't know when he'd come back, and he hadn't mentioned when.

When I had finished unpacking, I stood up and stretched. I glanced at the clock. Eight thirty. Great.

I took a change of clothes and took a quick shower in my own bathroom. I had to get out of those clothes. They were starting to feel uncomfortable. I had worn them since I changed this morning for my flight.

I swore when I saw I had gotten a lacy thin slip. I had just reached into my pajamas drawer and grabbed the first thing my hand touched.

I mean, I'm not against slips or anything. I wear them sometimes. They are pretty comfortable, especially in this damned heat.

But that was when my mom and I were the only ones living together. And this particular slip was the one that was tight in all the right places, showing off my curves. You know. And the hem of in was pretty short. Like, above my knees. So you could imagine why my thoughts were going a thousand miles an hour.

What if Jesse sees me? I thought frantically. Maybe I'll just go back outside and grab a tank top and boxers and just sneak back into the bathroom before he gets back…

But I had no such luck. Because when I opened my bathroom door and peeked out, sitting there at my bay window and looking out at the sea was the one and only Jesse. Argh.

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