The day seemed to go by slowly. Jesse stared at the clock wishing for the end of the day to come quicker. He impatiently started to bounce his knee up and down. Spanish just wasn't interesting today. They were going over the basics anyway.

"¿Que hacer tu tiempo libre?"

That question being answered the clock struck the hour and the class was dismissed. There are no bells at the mission. To preserve the peaceful environment or something.

Jesse walked out of the classroom and quickly glanced around the courtyard.

"¡Nombre de Dios!" He muttered under his breath when he found a sight that angered him all over again.

Paul was walking with Susannah. And they looked quite cosy.

Jesse made his way over to the pair. On hearing footsteps, Suze looked up and beamed at the sight of him.

"Hey Jesse!"

Paul raised an eyebrow at her use of Jesse's nickname.

"Hey." Jesse greeted in reply. "So, how do you know Paul?"

He spat out the name as if it were poison.

'Oh sure, you're not jealous, are you Jesse?' he thought about himself.

"Oh, I just met him in my last class. He offered to walk me to my next class, me being new and all."

"How nice of him." Jesse turned his attention on to Paul. "But I can take it from here."

With that, Jesse walked over to Suze and wrapped a possessive arm around her waist.

"What do you have next, querida?"

Suze felt shivers tingle through her from the combination of his deep voice resonating through him - and as a result, through her - and his strong arm cocooned around her.

"Umm, Biology. I think." She replied with a stutter.

"Great. I'm heading in that direction anyway."

"Cool. Bye Paul." Suze waved at him.

"Yeah, bye Paul." Jesse mocked.

Paul replied with a rude gesture in Jesse's direction before turning softened eyes towards Suze.

"Still on for lunch?" He asked her.

"Yeah, sure. Well got to go. Knowledge to learn. Classrooms to find. "

"Wait, wait." Jesse interjected. "What's lunch?"

'Oh sure. Definitely not jealous.'

Though the question was directed at Suze, it was Paul who answered.

"Lunch," he emphasised the word purposefully, "is the part of the day, usually around midday, when classes stop for an hour and people eat food."

"Ha ha." Jesse sarcastically replied. "What's happening at lunch?"

"Oh," Suze answered this time. "Paul offered to have lunch with me. New School. Make friends and all that."

Before Jesse could reply, Sister Ernestine came running over. She always seemed to be popping up today.

"Get to class!"

The trio realised they were the only one's left in the courtyard.

"I will excuse you just this once as it's the first day back. Just see it doesn't happen again!"

"Yes Sister." All three simultaneously replied.

Without another word, Jesse led Suze away, leaving Paul behind smirking.

When lunch came, Jesse was sick of the paranoia he'd been suffering from. He was sacred Paul might do, or say, something to take Susannah away from him.

Which is why before he left Susannah to go to her own lesson, he managed to persuade her to invite him to join them.

So now, strolling towards the table he saw them at, he was ready to interrupt them.

But on his way there, he froze. He saw the sight that always made him freeze. Despite his sixteen years on the planet, and the eight he'd been aware of his … gift, he still wasn't used to it.

There, in front of Susannah (who had her back to him), was a middle aged man wearing sweats. And he was glowing.

And talking to Suze.

Which could only mean one thing. Susannah was a mediator also.

And it was as soon as he realised that, that the girl in question turned her head and stared straight at him, an inquisitive look on her pretty face. In her beautiful green eyes.

Suze was really starting to regret agreeing to lunch with Paul. Especially when her dad materialised behind him.

"Suze, honey," He began in a commanding tone. "This boy seems like trouble."

Cringing, Suze gestured frantically with her eyes for her dad to leave her alone.

Paul sat there with a smile on his face. His suspicions had been confirmed.

"If I were you," Suze's dad carried on. "I'd spend time with that lovely boy staring at you."

As Suze turned around and looked at who her dad was referring to, Paul did also. He clenched his fists, at the sight of Jesse.

"You know," Paul clenched his teeth before turning around and fixing Suze's dad with a steely look. "I can see you too."

Suze's gasp showed her surprise.

For as long as she could remember, she'd been the only mediator she knew. She'd never told anyone about it for fear of being labelled 'freak'. Though Gina, her best friend back in Brooklyn, had come close to figuring it out. Stupid carnival Psychic.

Now, she'd moved across the country only to meet another one.

Then Jesse came up behind her.

"Susannah?" He asked. "Querida, is this ghost bothering you?"

'Scratch that,' thought Suze. 'I move all the way across the country to find two mediators.'

What are the odds?

Again sorry if there's any mistakes, The spellcheck isn't working and im having to do it manually. I don't know the spelling of every word. And if Jesse seems like a jerk when it comes to Paul, he has good reason to be. Which will be explained in later chapters. Thank you D