Suze's POV
You know what? Being a mediator sucks. If I wasn't a mediator, then I wouldn't have to have seen Heather, she would have never bugged me ever. Then of course, Bryce would have probably been dead. But of course, I wouldn't have met Jesse either, so maybe being a mediator isn't so bad. So here I am, treading water in the ocean. There is NOTHING around me... and I repeat NOTHING. I grabbed my cell phone out of my pocket. Wow. It still works! Great, no reception. How sucky is this? I am surely going to die. It is so freakin cold!
Jesse's POV
"PAUL!" I screamed at him, as I slammed him down on the ground. "WHERE IS SUZE?" Kelly was talking really fast about some rock star to Heather in their preppy talk. "HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW DE SILVA?" he screamed at me. I groaned, and Paul jumped out from underneath me, and threw me across the deck. I was really mad by now, and started to chase after him. I jumped to land on him, but he moved out of the way, and I slid to the other end of the boat. "Ow." I moaned, and I pushed myself off of the ground. Then my heart stopped. Who was that pacing the deck? I snuck down the stairs and walked over to the person. "Hello?" I whispered. "Um.. Hello." He said, as he stepped into the light. Tad Beaumont. "TAD BEAUMONT!" I screamed. He looked surprised. "Yeah, that's me. But I have no idea who you are." I smiled like Paul. Paul and his evil little grin. "I'm Jesse De Silva. The fiancée of Susannah Simon, soon to be Susannah De Silva." He just stared at me, mouth agape. Now I know why Paul gets his kicks.
Suze's POV
The one pr-problem that p-p-puzzles me i-is th-the fact that T-Tad B-B-B-Beaumont k-keeps s-s-s-s-showing up everywhere I g-g-g-go. M-Man this water is fr-fr-freezing. I got to keep warm s-s-somehow. I will die a l-l-long and l-l-lonely d-death. I l-l-love y-you J-Jesse f-f-orever and f-f-for always. D-Do Mediators b-become g-ghosts? I h-h-h-hope s-so. Is t-t-that a c-c-cruise s-s-s-ship o-out in the d-d-distance?
Jesse's POV
"Look Tad, I know that you've like Susannah in the past, and that she liked you then, but now… she's moved on to bigger and better things. You're just a stick in the timeline." He nodded his head. "All right, All right, I guess you are the "bigger and better thing" then." I nodded my head shakily. "Well De Silva. Your 'fiancee' is somewhere out in the ocean right now. What are you going to do about it?" I didn't know. I really had NO idea. "Well if you still love her, then why don't YOU go out and get her." He stepped closer to me. "Okay De Silva. If THAT'S the way you're going to play the game, then I guess I will do this!" he shouted, as he punched me. "I hate you Tad." I muttered under my breath, as I jumped up and slapped him again. He picked me up, and put me on the side of the boat. "De Silva." He started but I stopped him by gasping. "What?" he asked me. Of course he couldn't see her. "Hello Hector." She said, grinning with all her might. Why me?
Here's an update. I kinda didn't know what to write. So I just put ANOTHER ghost in my story. Yeah. REVIEW OR THE STORY GETS DELETED!