Jesse looked over at me, I shrugged and shook my head. This was getting a little to creepy.

"Where's Father Dom?" I finally managed to squeak out. He smiled, an evil smiled I might add, and shook his head as he took a step toward me. Jesse grabbed my arm.

"Miss Simon, you have cheated death for too long." He lunged at us. Jesse wasted no time. He kept his hold on my arm, and ran, pulling me along with him.

"You can't run from me." I laughed when we eventually stopped at the fountain and turned back to see that he wasn't following us. "Idiot."

"Oh, am I now?" I looked up at Jesse who was looking at someone behind me. "He's right behind me, isn't he?" Jesse nodded."Your time has ran out." Marcussaid in that same bone-chilling voice. He pushed me into Jesse, which resulted in us both falling down. He laughed this sinister laugh as he came closer, and started mumbling something in another language. One look at Jesse told me that it wasn't Spanish. Light surrounded us as he continued to speak, and then without warning, something came crashing onto his head, and he fell, unconscious. Jesse and I both looked down at him, then back up. We were surprised to see a bloody Father D standing above him, with the a broken bottle in his hand. Jesse pulled me up, and I stared at Father D, confused.

"Um, I'm almost afraind to ask." He nodded. "Are you okay, Father D?" He nodded again, and sat down on the bench beside the fountain. Blood was pouring out of a cut on his forehead. He sighed nad looked at Jesse.

"Jesse, take Susannah home."

"But Father-"

"No buts, Susannah. I'm going to call the police, I have some things to think about. And you need to be getting home."

I went with Jesse, reluctantly. All the way home, I was trying to think of an excuse for my broken arm. Jesse sighed and said, like he had read my mind, "You're going to have to tell them the truth someday." His dark eyes focused on the road ahead of him.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll take that well." He pulled into my driveway, and turned his gaze on me. "Susannah."

"Jesse. What do you want me to do? Go up to my mom and tell her 'I see dead people'? That'll get me a one-way ticket to the loony bin!"

He rolled his eyes. A habit, I knew, he had picked up from me.

"And plus I don't think my mom would sit to well with the fact that my 150 year-old boyfriend was living in my bedroom."

He smiled. "Fine, don't."

"Fine, I won't." He leaned over an kissed me. We sat in my driveway, kissing for what seemed for only a minute, before his hand had me in an uncomfortable position.

"OW!"

"Susannah! I'm sorry!" I rubbed my broken arm. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!"

"Let me walk you up."

"No. Then they'll think, not only that I'm insane and completly mental, but that my boyfriend is abusive."

He rolled his eyes again, and stared out the window. "I'm fine. I'll think of something. I always do."

"I know." He kissed me again. "Are you sure you don't want me to-"

"No. 'Night Jess." I said as I undid my seatbelt.

"Goodnight querida. I love you."

I felt my face flush. "Love you too." I walked up to the tree that I was going to climb to get back into my window that I had left open. That's when I realized I couldn't. I stared at that tree for a long time, like if I stared at it long enough, an elevator would appear out of nowhere. I fnally regained my sanity, and turned to see Jesse still in my driveway, looking at me with a very amused look on his face.

"Oh shut up!" I said when he started laughing. Then I went to my door. That's when I realized I didn't bring my keys, because I was going to climb back through my window that I couldn't climb anymore because of my arm. So, I had no choice but to knock on the door. At 11 pm. On a school night.

And I couldn't do that! "Come on, Susannah!" Jesse as if, once again, he had read my mind. I got back into his car. He stared laughing.

I hit his arm. "It's not funny."

He nodded. "Yes it is." I groaned as he continued laughing.

"So now, the great mediator herself, Susannah Simon, has lost her touch." He said as we walked through his apartment door.

"Jesse! Shut up! It is not that funny!" That only made him laugh harder. "Hector de Silva!" That made him shut up. "What, Susie?" I narrowed my eyes. "Cadaver breath!" He gasped. "Take that back." I smiled. "Make me." Then, he started tickling me. "Jesse! Stop! okay! I take it back! WACTH OUT FOR MY ARM!" We fell back onto his couch.

"Gosh. What the heck,Jesse?" Mercy said as she walked into the room. I had forgotten that she had moved in with him. Apparently, she and Josephina got into some kind of argument. I didn't know everything, but it was apparently, according to Jesse, not very pretty.

"What are you two doing exactly?" Mercy said, when that same accusing tone that Jesse used on me when he thought I was lying. Which, come to think of it, is most of the time.

"Nothing." We both said as we got up. She looked skeptical.

"Calidad, Simon!" She said when she saw my arm. "What did you do?"

So I told her. Everything. From the whole Red thing, to Tad, to what had just happened at the Mission.

"She bought it?" Kat said the next day. We were sitting in the mall's food court.

I sighed and took my seat beside her.

"Yeah. Jesse's a very good liar. My bad habits have rubbed off on him."

"I can't believe she bought it." She said, as she was trying to finish an article for the school newspaper.

"He has my mom eating out of his hands. It's sad really. She believe anything he says."

"Ladies." Paul said as he sat on the other side of Kat and kissed her cheek. He noticed mt cast. "What did you do this time, Simon?"

"Long story. Don't want to relive it." Then I remembered. "Hey, you seen Father Dom today?"

Paul shook his head. "No, why?"

"No reason."

"Liar. Who's the ghost?"

"No one."

"Don't tell me you've fallen in love with another ghost! Does Jesse know?"

"Paul, shut up! No. It's a girl ghost!"

"That's evenworse Suze!Ew!"

"Paul! Get a life!" He smirked. "So, where is lover boy?"

I rolled my eyes. Paul smirked again. Gosh, he was so infuriating! I glanced down at my cast and looked at all the signatures.

Te amo, mi querida. I smiled.

"Suze! Susannah!" I looked back up at Kat who was looking over my shoulder. "Who's he?" I turned to look and saw Tad Beaumont and Mercy sitting at a table a few feet away from us. He leaned over and kissed her.

"Oh." I mumbled. "Jesse is so gonna kill me."

"Not if I kill him first." Said a bone-chilling voice.

Here we go.

Again.