Suze's POV

"HEATHER???" I screamed. How did this happen???

"Yeah, That's right. I came back. You tricked me Susannah Simon." She growled at me. "Yeah I tricked you, but that was then, and this is now, and things have changed since then." I replied nervously.

How did Heather return??

I could feel Jesse tighten his grip on me, as Heather said,

"Oh, and who is THIS young fellow here?" We didn't respond.

"Wait a minute." She said. Oh no, she recognized him.

"He was a ghost before, wasn't he!!!" She clenched her fists together, as she closer to me. I gulped. I was afraid she was going to say that.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR!!!! NOT FAIR NOT FAIR NOT FAIR!!! YOU GAVE HIM HIS LIFE BACK, BUT YOU DIDN'T GIVE ME MINE???!?!?!?!?"

Hell yeah, I mean, she was a total bitch.

"Well yeah Heather. You didn't need your life back. Bryce didn't need you. And you didn't need Bryce to live, and when you asked for your life back, I didn't know how to go back and time and save you from dying like I did Jesse." She screamed really loud, and Paul and Kelly came running outside.

Well, Kelly didn't have any idea why she was coming outside anyways.

"Suze! Who the hell is this??" Paul asked me.

"She's the ghost that I was telling you about that killed herself for a guy." Then Kelly turned to me. Her shirt was haphazardly put on.

God Paul can't keep any part of his body to himself.

"Wait. What? You guys are confusing me." I rolled my eyes at her.

"I WANT MY LIFE BACK NOW BITCH!" she screamed.

"HEATHER!" She punched me. Jesse wanted to punch her back, but I pushed him out of the way.

"HEATHER! BRYCE HAS MOVED ON BY NOW! HE'S PROBABLY MARRIED!" she screamed again.

"I want my life back! I want Bryce!" She started to cry. I hate it when people cry. But I didn't really care about Heather.

"This is all your fault." She said to me.

"And you are going to pay." And she dematerialized. Paul and Kelly walked back into his bedroom, Kelly giggling with all her might.

"Jesse! How did she get back?" I fell down onto the ground. Jesse picked me up and hugged me. I became limp as a rag doll.

"I don't know Querida. I really really don't have any idea how she came back to life. But I do know that we can't take her alone." I nodded my head in his arms.

"How 'bout that pizza now?" Jesse asked. I smiled and nodded again.

After our pizza, Jesse and I walked out onto the deck together.

I saw the water rush by and the wind blowing in my hair. It was a warm summers' night. Jesse eyes were glued into my head, I could feel it.

I turned to face him, and he smiled deeply. Then Paul came out.

I silently groaned under my breath.

"Hey Paul." I said, trying to be as joyful as I could be.

"Slater." Jesse said, no tone in his voice.

"Suze." Paul said, smiling.

"Where's Kelly?" I asked him.

"Oh, she fell asleep." Jesse stared at me.

"What do you want Slater?" Jesse growled under his breath. I couldn't blame Jesse for hating on the guy.

"Why did Heather come back?" He asked. I stared blankly at him.

"We have no idea Paul." I said, and turned to Jesse, and gave him a look that said,

"Oh my god, How does he know this stuff?" Jesse just smiled and nodded.

"Oh." He snickered.

"I brought her back down to earth." I gaped at him, and then turned to Jesse.

I had had ENOUGH of Paul Robert Slater.

I jumped out of my seat and tackled him to the ground. I started to punch him, and he punched me back, and the next thing we knew, we were rolling on the ground. Jesse jumped up and tried to break us apart, but it wasn't working.

The next thing I knew, I was in the hot tub, and my clothes were getting ruined by the second. Paul was also in the hot tub, and he was crying,

"THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR THESE CLOTHES!!!"

What a girl.

I came in for the next punch, and it knocked him face first into the water.

I jumped out of the hot tub, and ran to the stairs.

Let me tell you one thing.

You never want to get jeans wet.

They itch so bad.

I ran up the stairs, and threw the fire extinguisher at him, knocking him to the ground. Then Heather materialized in front of Paul.

I hate her.

"BITCH!" She screamed at me. This girl has called me bitch ENOUGH.

"HEATHER! I CAN'T DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOUR PROBLEM AT ALL! IT'S NOT MY CONCERN ANYMORE! I HAVE A LIFE, AND I WANT TO KEEP IT PLEASE!!!" I screamed as she pushed me down onto the deck floor. Then, Kelly came running outside and pulled Paul off of the ground.

"Paulie, are you okay?" She chirped. Then Heather picked me up and threw me off of the yacht.

I fell into the icy waters of the Atlantic Ocean, miles from shore.

"I HATE YOU AS A GHOST!!!" I screamed at her. Then Kelly's preppy voice was heard over the water,

"You can see the Heather too?" I gasped.

She was a mediator.

All this time, she could see ghosts. I couldn't believe it.

As the boat sailed away, I swear I could see Tad Beaumont pacing the deck floor.

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