AN: Hope you guys like it! I'm kinda nervous about writing this whole thing in Jesse's point of view…but I think that it'll be more interesting in his POV…so alas, I must do it!
Enjoy.
PS-And thank you to all of the people that have reviewed my Summary, your input keeps me going! Oh, and you guys don't have to worry about Suze getting mad at Jesse, because that's not going to happen... : P
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Chapter One
"Jesse," Susannah whined to me over the cell phone while I was running out to my car from my apartment.
"Querida, I told you, I'll be there in a minute. I woke up late." I say for the third time to her. I hear her sigh and I can practically see her rolling her eyes.
"Well hurry," she says anxiously.
"I will," I hang up the phone and throw all my stuff into the backseat of my old car. The same car that used to be Father Dominic's. He left everything to me in his will—all of his possessions, his car, and even all of the money in his savings account, which was quiet a hefty sum.
I speed up; Susannah was going to kill me if she was late to her Western Civ class. She had already been late a couple of times because of me (cough, cough) and I didn't want for it to happen again. Turning into Susannah's driveway, I look for her standing on the front porch, with her books hugged tightly to her chest.
She smiles at me and I fall in love with her all over again. Bounding down the steps and over to my car, I watch her and smile at her through my windshield. She throws open the passenger car and chucks her stuff in the backseat. Before Susannah buckles up, she leans over and plants a mouth-watering kiss on my lips. When she withdrawals I shiver.
"What's the matter?" She asks me while buckling up. I put the car into reverse and begin to back out of her driveway. Once on the road in drive, I glance over at mi querida to see her looking at me expectantly.
"Well?" She prods.
"What?" I ask her while placing both of my hands on the steering wheel.
"What's wrong, Jesse? It's written all over your face." She pauses to let me answer, and when I don't she assures me, "Jesse, it's me, you can tell me anything."
I am silent while I park the car in a space in the back of the lot of Carmel Community College. Susannah is about to say my name again, when I turn towards her and smile sadly.
"I had another dream."
"Oh," she says, her voice sympathetic. "Was it the same, or was this one different?"
"It was different…and well it's making me very nervous, because it's inappropriate visions." I pause, not wanting to tell her anymore, because it would just make her lose faith in my loyalty to her.
After a moment, Susannah whispers my name. I look at her and she takes my hand in hers.
"Susannah, you know I would never dream about anyone except you, right?" She nods with a confused look on her beautiful face. I feel guilty all of a sudden. More than I did before. "Well, I had this dream last night, and it was about—"
Suddenly my cell phone begins to ring, but I ignore it, willing the person to just go away. The shrill ringing dies and I look at Susannah who is still clutching my hand. Then my cell phone rings again and I sigh loudly to make sure that mi querida knows I do not want to answer it. I pull it out of my pocket and stare down at the screen. It's Marc Baumann the Medical Science teacher at the Mission. He was a close friend to Father Dominic, and he's also a mediator.
"Well? Aren't you gonna answer it?" Susannah asks while pulling her hand away from mine with hurt in her eyes. I put the phone up to my ear and click the answer button.
"Hello?" I say, while I watch as Susannah retrieves her books from the backseat.
"Jesse!" Marc booms in his English accent.
"Marc, how are you?" I ask and look at Susannah, whose interest has sparked.
"Fine, fine, mate. But I have a proposition for you, Jesse."
"Oh, well, I'm about to go into a class, may I call you about it so we can talk?" Susannah's interest fades and she gives me a small smile while shutting the door and walking off to her class.
"Of course, of course!" Marc says and then bids me goodbye. I shove my phone back into my pocket and grab my stuff from the back. I rush around the car and frantically search for Susannah's back. No one is in sight, and I sigh while hitting myself on my forehead.
"Why didn't I just spit it out?" I ask myself while running off to my Anatomy class.
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Coming out of my Anatomy class I call Susannah to see where she is. She doesn't answer my call, and I briefly wonder if she's screening it. But then I remember that she had Freshman English right after Western Civ and slap myself mentally for thinking so badly about mi querida.
I walk over to the quad with my books under my arm and my cell phone flipping through my fingers. Thinking about my recently odd dreams, I plop down on the grass under the giant oak tree.
They were so realistic, but I swear I wasn't doing them. I wasn't out doing other, inappropriate, things with other woman. No! I love Susannah more than anyone on earth, so why would I be out gallivanting with other woman. I had taken physiology last semester and had referred back to my textbook many times, but had failed to find anything that would explain my situation.
This wasn't the first dream of me and another woman, but I hadn't been able to tell Susannah about those yet. The others I could tell her about, since they were still bizarre, but not totally inapt. I shook my head and let it fall into my hands. I pulled my knees up to my chest, and rested my elbows on top of them. Sighing loudly my thoughts buzzed more.
The other ones had just been random: walking through what looked like what Susannah described as Shadowland, going through boring classes, and surfing the Internet on shifting. But I asked myself, why I would dream up of these things, when I couldn't do any of them. I enjoyed all of my classes, and I wasn't a shifter, so I wouldn't be able to even go to Shadowland. I shook my head and checked my cell phone for the time. It had only been about five minutes, but it felt like it had been an hour.
Abruptly a hand came down on my shoulder, and I jump up onto my feet in surprise. It isonly a ghost. She is a teenager and very pretty, in a snobby, Kelly Prescott way. I can tell right off the bat that she was a part of the in-crowd.
I glance around the quad to make sure it was empty before talking to her.
"Hello," I say and the girl looks at me funnily.
"You're Spanish?" She asks with her eyebrows cocked inward.
"Yes," I answer hesitantly.
"You're not a Mexican, are you?" She asks while folding her arms over her chest.
"No."
She visibly relaxes and then unfolds her arms. "Oh, good." I look at her questioningly. "Oh, it's just, well they look at me in the supermarket weird, and they make me uncomfortable."
"Oh," I say while shaking my head at her. "So what do you need?"
"What do you think?" She huffs while flipping her blonde hair back.
"Oh yes, sorry," I say. "So how long have you been a, um, ghost?"
"Uh," she says while chewing her gum, "I dunno, maybe a couple of days."
"Okay." I sit down and she follows suit while tucking her legs underneath her making sure her extremely short skirt doesn't reveal anything. "Do you remember how you died?"
"No," she chews.
"Okay."
"You're not much help," she states while putting her hands on her hips.
"Well, you don't have much I can work with," I say while pulling a hand through my hair.
She peers at me for a minute in silence, and then opens her mouth, "You know, you're really hot." She flashes me a smile and I thank her.
"You wanna go get something to eat sometime?" She asks while scooting closer to me.
"I'm flattered…" I begin but then realize I don't even know her name. So I ask her.
"Oh," she says while blushing and pulling away from me. The girl refuses to make eye contact with me and I am just about to ask her if she's okay, when she says, "See you later," and dematerializes.
I stare at the spot under the oak where she had just been sitting, my eyes wide. Then, after a moment, I here someone call my name from across the quad.
"Yo! Jesse!" Kirk yells while running up to me. Kirk is one of my best friends from the college; he's very much like Adam, CeeCee's boyfriend. When he comes closer, he says with a laugh, "You look like you've just seen a ghost! You ah'ight?"
I nod my head and laugh at him. "I'm fine. You?"
"Oh my God! My art history professor didn't come in today, so he sent in one of his grad students in, and holy crap is she hot, with a capital H."
"Really?" I asked interested in anything that will keep my thoughts preoccupied for the meantime.
"Oh man, I mean, she's no Suze, but pwew!" I laugh at him again and pull out my cell to check it. Kirk rants on about the grad student. I half listen to him, my thoughts taking over once again.
Suddenly Kirk's rambling stops and my focus snaps back to him. He's looking at me with a funny look on his face.
"What's wrong?" I ask him while secretly checking his pupils.
Kirk shakes his head and then comments; "I just felt a cold spot for a minute."
"Oh," I respond while looking around me for a ghost, but don't find one.
Kirk goes back to talking about random stuff while I zone out waiting for Susannah to come out from her classes for the day.
Finally I feel my phone vibrate in my hand and I whip it up to my ear. Kirk laughs, and then says, "Man, I didn't know I was that boring," while I answer Susannah's call.
"Hi," I say into the phone.
"Where are you?" Susannah asks in a whisper.
"I'm in the quad with Kirk."
"Oh, well can we meet in the car?"
"Of course," I say instantly and hang up the phone. While gathering up my stuff, I explain to Kirk and tell him, "I'll see you later." With a wave I'm off to my car, and once I'm out of Kirk's view, I flat out run to my car.
When my car is in my view I see Susannah leaning up against it while she fingers a piece of her chestnut hair. She spots me running towards her and a smile appears on her face. I smile back and run right up to her.
"Hi," I say a little breathless.
"Hey," Susannah says and pecks my cheek. Then she begins to walk around the car, but before she can go far, I grab her upper arm and pull her back to me.
She looks at me surprised and then I pull her into me for a kiss. Her soft lips land on mine and I hear a sigh escape from her. My arms warp themselves around Susannah's soft curves, while hers go around my neck pulling me closer to her.
From the other side of the row, a guy yells, "Go man!" and a bunch of his buddies laugh. I pull away with a blush on my face.
"We should go," I say and Susannah nods her head swiftly.
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I open the door for mi querida and grab her things out of her hands. She gets out of the car and walks up to my apartment. I walk behind her watching her while getting out my keys. She stops at my door and looks at me with those emerald eyes I so dearly love. I fumble with my keys and drop them accidentally.
It's amazing how nervous she still makes me just by looking at me. Susannah giggles softly while I bend down to pick them up and then with shaking hands I open the door as quickly as I can.
I pull Susannah into my apartment and drop our things on the table in the hall. Wrapping my arms around her waist I pull her closer to me while slamming the door shut with my foot.
She laughs softly into my neck, which tickles me a little. I pull Susannah into my living room and we fall onto my couch with a thump. Without wasting anymore time, I hug Susannah closer to me and kiss her before she can protest about having to do homework.
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