A/N Seeing as I got nothing better to do, I'm updating! Not that you guys are a last resort, I just found some spare time, and I thought, I'll type up Meant to Be! So, enjoy peeps, and review!

Chapter 21

"Suze?"

Paul rubbed sleep from his eyes and pulled the door wider.

"Come in, come in."

I stepped in, brushing clingy fog from my shoulder and rubbed my arms warm.

"Sorry to disturb you at like, eight in the morning," I said sheepishly. "I guess I've been up for a while, and lost sense of time-"

"No worries, no worries," interrupted Paul, grabbing a soda from his Sub-Zero fridge . "You want one?"

"That'd be great, thanks."

I slurped my soda in silence, letting the past hour soak in. I'd kissed a ghost, been rejected, found out he was in fact in love with my boyfriend's stepsister, and then discovered I was in love with the said ghost. Wahey. They should so try putting that into a movie.

"Are you ok?" asked Paul, pulling a T-shirt down over his bare chest. I happened to notice before he did this, that he has very well-defined stomach muscles. Very, very, well-defined.

"I'm...ok, I guess," I replied, slowly. "just, um, confused, I think."

"Never a good feeling," stated Paul, firmly, sitting on a counter next to the barstool I'd perched on. "Confused about what?"

"Um... my feelings," I revealed, surprisingly truthful.

"And you thought I could help?" he asked.

"Well, maybe," I said, blushing. "But I think I need company."

"I make great company," replied Paul. "You came to the right person."

He hopped down from the counter, and sat on a barstool beside me. He took my hand, and gazed into my still red, slightly bloodshot eyes. He leaned in to kiss me when-

"You move along quickly, Susannah."

I sat up to find that Jesse had materialised on the other side of the kitchen counter.

"Will you just piss off, De Silva?"

I turned sharply to an angry-faced Paul.

"You can see him too?" I shrieked. "You're a mediator?"

"Oh well done," said Jesse dryly. "Finally caught on, have we?"

"I bet its you that she's confused about," accused Paul, standing up aggressively.

"Quite possibly," said Jesse calmly, staying put. "We may have shared a... tender moment back at 99, Pine Crest Road, so I'd appreciate a moment alone with her, Slater."

Paul motioned towards Jesse, but I held him back.

"Paul," I whispered. "Its OK. I'll listen."

"Fine," sneered Paul, knocking my soda over purposefully. "I'll be back when you've finished."

I watched him leave the room, then I turned to Jesse.

"I dont think I want to hear anything you have to say to me," I said. Jesse ignored me, and instead of replying, took Paul's vacant seat.

"Susannah," he said eventually, taking my chin between his finger and thumb. "I want us to be friends. I do care for you. Do not get upset, querida."

"Don't call me that!" I yelled, swatting his hand away. "It doesnt mean anything to you, so why do you say it? Because you're sick, and you're twisted, and you get your kicks from hurting vunnerable teenagers like me."

"No, Susannah, you are wrong. I am not like that, and you are not vunnerable. You are strong. A great, strong-willed woman."

"If I'm so great, why dont you love me?" I hissed. Jesse sighed, his thick, charcoal eyebrows knotted together.

"I dont know," he eventually replied. "I guess I was just destined to fall in love with the girl whose bedroom I haunt."

"And what if that girl had been me?" I asked.

"Then things may have been different."

"I'll say, you jerk!" I yelled., throwing soda all over him. "Let me just remind you, she cant touch you. She cant even see you!"

And for the second time that morning, I walked out on him, rendering him speechless.