Chapter 2

"For Gods sakes!" I mumbled under my breath, and blew my bangs up frustrated. I was sitting at a computer after school searching for more information on Bloody Mary and I was ready to throw the keyboard at the screen. The Internet is handy and all but shifting through all the crap is taking up a lot of my time. But still, I suppose its better then going through old records in the public library like usual.

"Something wrong quierda?" A voice said behind me. It was the only voice that could make my legs melt. It was also the only voice that made my heart race and palms all sweaty. God, I was becoming such a sap like Cee and Adam. Someone load the shot gun.

"Jesse!" I said and spun around in the chair, relieved for a distraction. "What are you doing here?"

"You need a ride home."

This is true. I had told Brad (better known to me as Dopey) that he could just take David (aka Doc) home. We all share the Range Rover and much to my chagrin, Dopey drives us to and from school in the morning. The only reason he does is because he got his license mere minutes before I did. I still fear for my life every morning when he gets behind the wheel. Anyway, I told Dopey that I would find a ride home and that I had a student council meeting. Both of which, where pure lies. The student council meeting wasn't until tomorrow, and wasn't even after school but at lunch.

"How did you know?" I asked and got up to give him a kiss. Who cares if I'm a sap. I'm a sap in love.

"I called your house. Brad told me you where still at school so I figured you where up to something." Jesse replied and glanced over at the computer screen. He knew me so well. "Some light reading?" He asked.

"Jenny died because of Bloody Mary."

"Whose Jenny?" He asked and took a seat next to mine.

I wonder how he got in here. Usually Sister Ernestine, local nun and torturer, does not allow the tourists or guests inside the classrooms without a pass. See my school, Junipero High, is a mission. Or used to be anyways. So everyday a bunch of tourists walk around the place. Which is why we don't have a bell system, instead on the hour we switch classes. I don't see what's so interesting about the place to make me visit it on a vacation, but then again I've never been a church person.

"Jenny is, or rather was, a junior who died a couple of days or so ago." I replied in a monotone voice.

"I'm sorry Susannah. Was she your friend?" He asked and slung a comforting arm around me.

"Not really. She was getting pretty close to Kelly Prescott through student council. Jenny told Father Dom that Bloody Mary killed her."

"Isn't that a drink?" He asked his eyebrows fused together as he scanned the article I was reading.

"Well…Yes. It is a drink but it wasn't the drink that killed her. It was her. Or so she says." I replied and tapped on the screen at the picture of Mary. She looked like the girl from The Ring. Her hair was long and black and in front of her face giving her an emo effect.

"I think I've heard that story before." Jesse said.

"Which one?"

"What do you mean?" He asked confused.

"Well, there are about 50 billion different versions of the story." I replied and clicked on the screen. "See this one is about Queen Mary the first. It says here she had a bunch of false pregnancies and miscarriages so when you call out to her you say her name 13 times. Because that's how many miscarriages she's had."

"Nombre de dios." Jesse muttered and pulled his car closer to mine, his arm still slung around my shoulder.

"I know. Its crazy right?"

He nodded.

"And this one…It says that when she appears she takes your eyes out and then bathes in your blood. But it has to be virgins blood so she can be forever youthful."

"Which is something she is not." Someone said behind us.

"Slater." Jesse tipped his head towards Paul in a manly gesture. They where still, a year later, not at the best terms since Paul exercised Jesse's soul. Not that I blame him. Jesse I mean. I'd be livid too.

"Hello Jesse. Suze." Paul tipped his head back towards Jesse.

"Hey Paul. And don't speak ill of the dead." I said to him, referring to his comment about Jenny.

"You never explained why you where so curious about the cursed Bloody Mary. And you where pretty quick to brush off the fact that you asked about it at lunch." Paul said, completely ignoring me.

"Jenny Davenport claims Mary killed her." Jesse answered.

I smacked him in the arm.

"Ow. What? Paul asked. Jeez quierda. Don't hit my writing arm, finals are in a few weeks." Jesse joked.

He was currently, I am proud to say, attending medical school. It is something he has always dreamed of doing.

"Well…That's strange. How could Mary have killed her?" Paul asked and pulled up a car next to us. We now were forming a small, awkward circle.

"Why don't we just ask Jenny? We are, after all, 3 mediators." Jesse said.

I glanced around the lab to make sure no one was listening. Thank God, we were the only three people in the room. I wasn't quite ready for everyone at school to hear about my secret.

I could have sworn that when Jesse said to summon Jenny that Paul looked panicked, like he had something to hide and that Jenny held the key. But I suppose that it could just be my over active imagination that the therapists kept talking about back in New York.

"Fine but not here. Either your place or yours." I said and pointed to Paul and then to Jesse.

"Lets go to former ghost boys place. My dads in town." Paul said causing Jesse to grunt at the new nickname he gave him.

I logged out, gathered my stuff, which Jesse so graciously carried (who said that chivalry is dead?), and the three of us made our way to the parking lot. We stepped out of the computer lab and into the courtyard only to come face to face with Sister Ernestine, who I'm sure, takes great joy in making my life a living hell.

"Miss Simon. Mr. Slater. Who is this?" She asked, her eyes narrowing towards Jesse, even though I'm sure she's met him before.

Jesse, God bless him, slung my bag over his left shoulder so he could put his right hand out for Sister Ernestine to shake.

She reluctantly took his hand.

"I'm Jesse De Siliva a friend of Father Dominic's and Susannah's boyfriend." He said as he shook her hand.

Sister Ernestine stood speechless and kept pumping his hand up and down. Finally, she got the ability to function again and dropped his hand.

"Well Miss Simon you know the rules about visitors, they need a pass. But since he is a friend of Father Dominic, I suppose I can let this one slide." She said no longer at a loss for words, much to my disappointment.

"Thank you Sister. Well, we better get going now." I said and started to walk off towards the parking lot with Jesse and Paul trailing behind me.

Once we got to Jesse's car, Paul erupted in fits of laughter.

"Man Suze, she really does not like you does she?" He said in between laughing.

"No, she doesn't. Which is really hard to understand considering I have such an amazing track record for the two years I've gone here. Oh and my sparkling personality." I replied.

Jesse laughed and put my bag into the back seat of his Jeep Liberty. He earned the money from the job at the historical society that Father Dominic set him up with a year ago.

"Well Paul, we'll lead the way to Jesse's apartment so just follow." I said wrapping my arm around Jesse's waist.

"You're wish is my command." Paul answered and walked over to his BMW and waved to us over his shoulder.

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"So, Susannah, summon her." Jesse said scratching Spike, his pet cat's head.

I glanced at Paul, who again had a moment of panic in his face that he quickly hid. Something was obviously going on here.

"Paul? Do you want to summon her?" I asked and sat down on the couch next to Jesse that he had in his "living room". If you could even call it that. His apartment was small, but clean. It had a small kitchen that lead to the family room that contained three doors. One was to the bathroom and the other to his bedroom. The third door was the front door.

Shortly after he moved in I had helped him decorate it. The walls where painted a light yellow which Father Dom said had brightened up the place. Jesse and I had also gone shopping and bought the cheapest and most appealing looking furniture to put into the apartment. The couch that my butt was currently parked on he had picked out. It was a very manly black leather one that squeaked whenever you moved.

"No, go ahead Suze. You can summon her." Paul said who was sitting at the counter in the kitchen clearly keeping his distance from Jesse and I.

Paul really did not want her here. That much was obvious. I suppose its time to find out why. I closed my eyes and just thought about Jenny. When I opened them, Jenny was right in front of me looking as cute as the last time I had seen her a few weeks ago.

Her blonde curls where perfect and her pink Lacoste polo had no wrinkle. Her black pants where even creased down the middle (something I think makes people look tacky but who am I to judge).

"Suze. I figured it would only be a matter of time before I talked to you." She said smiling at me.

Like I said, I didn't know Jenny that well, but it still hurt to see her standing before me. We were after all on, or had been on, student counsel this year. My heart swelled with grief and I thought about how she would never see her friends or family again.

"Jenny?" A gruff voice said.

Jesse, Jenny and I all looked towards the kitchen to look at Paul. It almost looked like his heart was in some way breaking.

"Paul?" Jenny said and walked up to him.

Jesse and I sat in silence as we watched this play out. Spike even stopped rubbing his self against Jesse's foot and started to watch Paul and Jenny.

"You can see me?" Jenny asked him. She was now standing less then a foot away from him.

"Yeah I can…I'm a mediator like them." Paul responded and nodded towards Jesse and I.

"So, you could see me this whole entire time?" She asked him.

Ok. I was getting really confused. What was going on between the two of them?

"Yes…" He said in reply.

"Then why didn't you summon me like Suze did? For God sakes Paul! You're my boyfriend! You should want to see me!" She shouted. The cup on the coffee table started to rumble with the anger Jenny had building up.

Wait a second…Did she say Paul was her boyfriend?

"I just couldn't Jenny! You died! My girlfriend was dead! I heard you die in the bathroom!" He replied and looked on the brink of tears. Paul and Jenny looked at each other for another beat. Then finally Jenny took Paul into her arms and gave him a hug and then a kiss on the lips.

Jesse and I looked away and gave them a moment of privacy. As the two of us sat there I realized something. Paul had been at the party the night Jenny had died.

So he had known all along that it had been Bloody Mary that had killed her and hadn't said a word about that to Father D, Jesse or me.

Someone had a lot of explaining to do and for once, it's not me.

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