Love you guys!
(and just so you won't be so lost. This is now in the POV of the Suze that Jesse was never a ghost that haunted her bedroom.)
I walked down the halls of Juniperra Serra the next afternoon after a meeting with Father Dom. My head was throbbing. I wanted to tell Father D about those weird dreams I had the night before, but I decided that it would probably be best if I didn't.
Jesse being a ghost haunting my bedroom? Soul splitting. Gimme a break.
Break me off a piece of the Kit Kat bar.
Ok, shut up. I couldn't resist saying that.
Anyway...back to the story.
I grabbed my books and quickly ran to my last class of the day. Which was in the auditorium across the school.
I looked at my cell phone. 1:55.
Good job, Suze. Late AGAIN!!!
Mr. Johnston looked up at me. "Suze, why are you late this time?" I smiled as I took my seat, "Car trouble." He shook his head and said, "Suze, it's 7th period. How could it have been car trouble?" I just stared at him and he said, "Principle's office again?" I nodded and he sighed and said, "Ok, class. Open your books to page 332."
Mr. Johnston, apart from being the chorus teacher, was also the drama teacher.
I opened my book, and looked back up. Paul was smirking at me from his seat. I suddenly felt sick.
Come on, Suze. Get a grip. It was just a dream.
A bad dream.
A very bad dream.
"Well, Suze. Since you seem to be in dreamland over there, come up to the front of the class." I looked up at Mr. Johnston who just waited patiently.
I sighed and walked up to where he was.
He smiled,"Good girl. Now, who would like to accompany Miss Simon in this scene? Ah, Mr. Slater."
"Mr. Johns-"
"Miss Simon." He said. I sighed and said, "Fine."
"Good. Now, let's do the scene we've been rehearsing."
"ROMEO AND JULIET?!"
"Susannah, was there any reason you should have raised your voice like that?"
I groaned, "No."
"Ok." I said, trying to avoid Paul's smirk.
I walked up on the stage. Paul followed me.
"Ok, take it from...She speaks. And go!" Mr, Johnston said from the front row. The rest of the class filled in behind him.
I groaned and listened to Paul as he said his lines. "She speaks! O, speak again, bright angel! For though art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head. As is a winged messenger from heaven-"
Blah blah blah.
Dude, this Shakespeare guy was a fruitloop.
" Juliet...Suze. SUSANNAH SIMON!" I looked back up and saw Mr. Johnston looking up at me. He groaned, "Mr. Slater, can you say that last line again, please?"
Paul smiled at me and said, "When he bestrides the laszy-pacing clouds. And sails upon the bosom of the air."
"Bosom?" I repeated, wondering if I had heard wrong.
"Susannah."
I rolled my eyes as Paul repeated, " And sails upon the bosom of the air."
The air's bosom.
Hee hee.
"Please, give it some feeling this time, Suze." Mr. J said, frustrated. I smiled and looked back at Paul.
Then I said in my best British accent, which is pretty convincing if I do say so myself. "O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?"
I looked back at Mr. J who was smiling and nodded for me to continue. I was so busy I didn't even notice that Jesse came in and sat down in the very back.
"Deny thy father and refuse thy name." What the heck does any of this mean? I mean, seriously, do you understnad ANY of this? "Or if thy wilt not, be but...um..."
"Sworn." Paul mouthed.
"-sworn my love. And I'll no longer be a Capulet!" Someone please, shoot me now!
Paul was smiling as he said, "Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?"
What comes next? I looked down at Mr. J who said, "Tis but thy name-
"Tis but thy mane that is my enemy. Thou are thyself, though not a Montague. What's a Montague?"
Hmm...I dunno. Sounds like a type of noodle.
Or a fish.
La la la la la...a few hundred pointless words later. I took a deep breath and finished, "Without that title, Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all thyself."
Mr. J was smiling."Very very good, children. I hope to see you two at tryouts for the spring play in January." Mr J looked down at his watch. "Well, that's all for today. Test over chapter six is tomorrow and have a good afternoon."
I walked down off the stage and grabbed my stuff. "Good job, Susie-Q." Paul said with a smirk.
...he split your soul...
I walked down the aisle. Jesse smiled as he walked up to me. "Hey." I said. He leaned down and kissed me, "Good job." I rolled my eyes. He smiled, "I didn't know you wanted to act."
I sighed, "Yeah. Little know that secret." I said with a smile."I hid it after my mom became comvinced that I was going to drop out of highschool and run off to Hollywood."
Jesse laughed as he took my hand and led me to his car. He looked like he wanted to say something.
"Jesse, what is it?" He shook his head. "Come on! You can tell me, cowboy."
He looked over at me when I called him that. "Why did you call me that?"
I shrugged, "I don't know...I just-" I stared at him. "Oh no. NO. That wasn't a dream, was it?"
He shook his head. I looked at him, "Well, where's you? I mean, the other you that's real in this world but not in the other since..."
"Susannah."
"Sorry."
"He's...I'm...it's in the trunk."
"YOU KILLED YOURSELF?" I screamed. That got a lot of weird looks darted in our direction when I said that.
"No." He said in an almost frustrated way. "I am knocked out."
"Oh."
"Susannah, if I killed myself would I be standing here?"
"Well, you could be...but you'd be glowing."
He just stared at me. "Get in the car, querida."
"But, Jes-"
"Get in the car."
"But, how-"
"GET IN THE CAR!"
"MAKE ME!" I yelled back. He looked down at a bush that was growing on the side of the road. "Hmmm, that sure does look like poison oak-"
"I'm in." I jumped into his car. "You're mean."
He smiled as he started the car up, "Yeah, I know."
"So, what did evil Mr. Slater do this time?" I asked in a mocking voice.
"Memory coming back to you?" Jesse asked.
"Slowly but surely."
He rolled his eyes, "Well, after I called you, and I heard you scream, and went to your place. I saw Paul transport you...so, I figured I'd follow. It only took me a few tried to actually find you."
"Oh." Then I looked up at him. "I thought you weren't a shifter?"
"I'm not."
"Well, then how did you-"
"Susannah, let's not talk about that, ok?"
I sighed and looked out the window. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"You'll see." Was his reply. He smirked at me.
Jesse never smirked.
But, I didn't care where we were going. I'd have followed Jesse into hell, but he of course wouldn't take me there.
Unlike some people.
Wait...deja vu.
We pulled up into a dark cemetery.
"Jesse-" I started, but Jesse grabbed me and kissed me. Hard.
Wait, maybe a little too hard.
WAY too hard.
"Jes-"
"Susannah, shh."
"JESSE!" I tried to break away from him, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed me and kissed me harder than before.
I did the only thing I could think of.
I punched him and ran.
It wasn't until a few minutes later that I felt a pair of strong arms go around.
"Susannah, why are you running from me?"
I turned to face him. "Why are you doing this?"
He smirked as he started kissing my neck, "Isn't this what you want?"
"Well, I mean...eventually...but...Jesse, I'm 16."
"So?"
"What the hell happened to your morals?" I asked him. He raised his head back up amd looked me in the eye.
"I thought you loved me, Suze. Don't you want to make me happy?"
I took a step back. "Jesse, please." He took another step closer and I stepped back ."Jesse, please. You're scaring me." I said on the verge of tears.
"Suze, I would never do anything to hurt you." He had a look in his eyes that I have never seen before, and never want to it see again.
"Jesse!" I said, crying as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to him.
"I love you, Suze."
"Jesse-" Realization hit me. "Who are you?"
"It's me. Jesse. Susannah-"
"You called me Suze."
He smirked, "Well, that's your name isn't it?"
"Jesse never calls me Suze."
His smirk turned into a smile. And I realized that look in his eyes was one I had seen before.
But the first time I had seen that look, his eyes were blue.
He took another step to me. "Good job, Nancy Drew."
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-SASTMJ