OK guys, i SWEAR i tried to upload the rest of this story back in june, but it didn't work so i had to go to camp and i'm doing it now, and i won't be able to respond to your reviews until i'm caught up, but review alllll you want! if you read chapters, you can leave 5 reviews! i would love that!

Haha, rereading this after Iwrote it… this is so funky… I'm such a freak… like, seriously a freak. A mega-freak. So you know. Expect utter nonsense. Read on if you DARE.

Jesse was working off his debt to Claire. Tim was no longer allowed alone with me. By Jesse, I mean. Claire wasn't the jealous type. Actually, she was amazingly unjealous. So I sat. On the phone with Bryce Martinson. He called me, this time. His caller ID had picked up my number, and now he wanted to talk.

"So, back in high school, when you saved my life…"

"It was from Heather."

"Why was she trying to kill me?"

"So you two could be dead together."

"Wow…"

"Oh shit… It's Paul… at my door…"

"Don't forget that thing about Kaitie."

"Yeah, yeah…"

"Good luck, Suze."

"Hah. Bye."

"Su-uze! Lemme in!"

"No-o! Stay out!"

"You have till 1." He counted backwards from 10. Ooh, hide-and-seek. I went into the closet and peeked out. A buff-looking ghost guy walked in and unlocked the door. Then dematerialized. Paul walked in. He was wearing glasses, which was unusual. "I couldn't miss that emerald anywhere, Suze." He was talking about my eye. Shoot. He walked up to my closet and opened the door.

"Bryce says he's still not over Kaitie," I blurted. "Whoever that is." Paul grinned in recognition. "And speaking of emeralds… I am now engaged." I wiggled my fingers. "So get out."

"To whom?"

"Jesse!"

"Jesse…"

"De Silva, Paul."

"You mean the Jesse de Silva who died 160 years ago?"

"Yes, that Jesse."

"The one whose picture is on the wall."

"Yes, Paul, that Jesse."

"How?"

"Father Dominic's going to marry us."

"Mazel tov."

"Get out, Paul."

"You don't really want that, do you Suze?"

"I'm engaged, Paul."

"You didn't answer my question. But this will." He put his glasses on the table, threw my ring across the room, and kissed me. I fought him off valiantly. But soon, we were rolling on the floor. Something about kissing him always gets to my fighting abilities. Soon, we both had our shirts off. He was working on my bra when the door opened.

I head some very vulgar-sounding Spanish, some very vulgar English, and a "Get the expletive off of her!"

Paul, however, in among his least gentlemanly acts yet, continued kissing me, finished unhooking my bra and threw it back towards the three in the doorway. I kneed him in the groin. He was incapacitated for a moment, long enough for me to run into my bedroom. I threw on a random shirt from a random drawer and climbed into bed. It smelled like me and Jesse.

"Suze! Get the hell out here!" Only she didn't say "hell". I thought it would be best not to refuse.

"Susannah," Jesse's voice almost broke on the word, but he wouldn't give Paul the satisfaction, "where is your ring?"

I kept my eyes down and pointed across the room. Claire looked angrier than anyone, which seemed odd. "What the hell is it doing there?"

I pointed at Paul, who raised his hand proudly. He had his glasses back on.

Jesse was sitting on the chair, staring dejectedly at the ring.

"J—"

"Jesse," he finished, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Jesse. Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry."

He emphasized each "sorry" with a blow to the chair. Claire whispered something to her husband that made him grimace, bit her lip resolutely, and crossed the room. There, she whispered something to Jesse. He whispered back. She wiped his tears. "She doesn't deserve you, Jesse," she spoke aloud. Then, she pulled him to her. And kissed him.

Haha, god, i'm a horrible, horrible person. Normally I would leave it here for suspense, but I have chaps and chaps to upload!