A.N - Last update until next year. Sorry it took me so long to update. And sorry it's really short. I just haven't been in a writing mood. My New Year's resolution will be to update regularly. D

This is for Emily - or as you guys might know her as - Moondancing Millie.

Chapter 4

The ghost flushed in anger and caused the table to start shaking.

"No," he seethed. "I most certainly am not bothering her."

"Jesse," Suze spoke quietly. "Paul. This is my dad."

Jesse looked around flustered at the way he'd spoken to Mr Simon. Paul sat with his eyebrows raised.

"And?"

The only sound that was heard in the small group was the constant rattling or the table - which had stopped, only to start again with Paul's flippant remark.

"You dare to be so rude to Susannah's father?" Cried Jesse, still embarrassed from his earlier blunder.

"Yeah," Paul shrugged. "What's he going to do? The guy's dead."

Paul's uncaring attitude caused shivers to run down Jesse's spine. He knew from experience that Paul wasn't a traditional mediator. He dare not think what Paul had planned for Susannah's dad.

"Well," Paul announced, ignoring the way everyone was staring at him. "Thanks for the date Suze."

Before anyone could reply, Paul had leaned down, kissed Suze's cheek and left.

Jesse was livid. He realised that Susannah's dad had dematerialised - which was probably good, considering what had just happened. He looked over at Susannah, who had jumped up wiping her cheek.

"Eww. Gross. Paul spit. On my cheek. That boy needs to learn not to drool."

It was entertaining at least.

More so when girls around them realised what was getting The New Girl so wound up.

"Oh, my gosh." One said to another. "Like, who doesn't want Paul Slater to kiss them."

"Totally," the other replied. "I mean, if he'd kissed me - even if it was just a peck on the cheek - I'd, like, die!"

The first girl snorted softly.

"OTT much?"

The girls moved on letting Jesse focus on Susannah again.

"Susannah?" he called. "Don't worry about Slater."

"You call this worrying? Please!" She guffawed. "Disgusted more like it."

Jesse chuckled.

"That's my girl. I'll meet you here after school?"

After a momentary pause of realisation Suze was quick to reply.

"Sure."

She flashed him a brilliant smile and turned to leave.

"Oh, Susannah?"

When she turned around again, he placed a kiss on her other cheek. Where Paul's kiss had revolted her, Jesse's burned. It sent a tingle through her, sent electricity through her veins.

"Hope it doesn't disgust you." He whispered with a smile in his voice before walking away.

It wasn't long before he heard her breathy reply.

"Never."

The end of the day came to slowly for Suze's liking. All through Trig, Suze was continuously looking at the clock and nervously jutting her knee up and down.

Then they were dismissed.

A smile spread across her face. She was going out with Jesse! Jesse, who'd defended her against Paul. Jesse, who was strong and smelt so, so good …

A voice broke her from her thoughts.

"Hey, Suze, you coming?" It was Paul. "Don't want to miss your date with Jesse, do you?"

She fixed him with a glare.

"No. I don't"

She stormed past him, fully intending to go out the door, but she found herself in Paul's grip. His strong fist closed lightly around her forearm, forcibly restraining her.

"Just remember Suze," he leaned in close, breathing into her ear. "He doesn't know half the things I do. Couldn't teach you half as much." He smirked while he added ; "Think about it."

This being said, he lingered a kiss on Suze's strawberry pink lips before leaving her dazed in the classroom.

She stood a while longer before going out to meet Jesse. He stood looking like a god. Bathed in sunlight which highlighted his even tan.

"Hey!" he said when he saw her.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," she apologised. "Kept behind in Trig."

It wasn't a total lie.

"No problem." He smiled blindingly at her. "Come on. I know the perfect place to go."

Suze smiled and allowed herself to be led away by this gorgeous boy.

So, why was Paul's voice echoing in her head?

'He doesn't know half the things I know.'

About What?

'Couldn't teach you half as much.'

About What?!

'Think about it.'