Disclaimer: I'm not Meg Cabot, nor do I own any of the characters I mention.

Author's Note: I can't believe what positive feed back I got. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm so happy everyone enjoyed it, I noticed a lot of people said Jess's POV was better, it's because I wrote it first, so for this chapter I wrote Suze's POV first. I might not get this up as quickly as I want because Midterms are next week, but I will try. Now, on to the story.

She denied it.

I can't believe it. She denied ever being struck by lightning, and gaining psychic powers. Well, at least at first. She kept saying that it was someone who just looked at her. It was actually really funny, because she just kept saying no to everything that CeeCee said, like:

"How were you struck by lightning?"

"No."

"Did you really have powers?"

"No."

"Where's this restaurant were going to?" I asked, I was really hungry. Peanuts can't satisfy me.

"No." She wasn't even listening at this point, I guess it really must've been annoying to have all those reporters on your tail. A reason why I kept my little ability a secret, I don't need weirdo's coming up to my house asking me to check on their loved ones who have passed away.

"We're here." Ruth said, and got out of the car. We were at what looked like a burger joint, but I noticed a sign that said waitress service only. I thought a burger at McDonalds would be fine, we didn't need to sit down to eat.

"Hello Jessica." Said a plump waitress with red hair, I guess this is one of those town's where everyone knows everyone else.

"Hey Mrs. Wilkins." Jess said in reply, and Mrs. Wilkins showed us to the nicest table in the place, the one by the window. I was surprised we were seated so fast. There had to be at least 10 people waiting to be seated, most of them looked like high school students I knew, and their new host families.

"So, what would you ladies like to eat?" Mrs. Wilkins asked.

"Do you guys mind pizza?" Jess asked us.

"No." Cee, Ruth and I said.

"One pizza please, Mrs. Wilkins." Jess said.

"Oh, and Jess, you must have dinner at our house again soon." Mrs. Wilkins said, I guess they were really friendly.

"Sure thing." Jess said.

"God, Jess, you're still dating him, aren't you?" Ruth said. CeeCee and I just looked at each other; we had no clue what they were talking about.

"Yes, Ruth I am. Let's please not talk about that here." Jess said, by the sound of it, Ruth and Jess have had this conversation before.

"So," CeeCee started, "Jess, you really aren't that girl who was struck by lightning?" CeeCee doesn't know when to drop a conversation sometimes, or actually she does. Her problem is she has to know everything.

"I really wasn't." She was getting annoyed; I knew the feeling very well.

"Then why was there a white van following us from the high school?" CeeCee asked, I hadn't realized we were being followed, until she pointed out the van in the parking lot.

"God, damn. What do they want?" She said more to herself than to us. This just gave away the fact that she was lying, CeeCee can figure out when you're not telling her something. That's how she figured out I had a ghost for a boyfriend, she heard me calling his name, but no one was there, therefore he must be a ghost. Even though he isn't anymore, but that's a different story.

Jess walked outside to the white van, and started talking to whoever was inside it.

When Jess returned, she seemed annoyed. "Look," she said, "We got to go." Ruth and CeeCee immediately got up, Ruth did because she probably knew what was going on, CeeCee out of curiosity, I followed not knowing what the hell was going on. Was I the only one in the dark?

"Uh…We didn't pay." I said. Everyone left in such a hurry, I hope we won't get in trouble.

"It's okay, my dad owns the place." Jess said as we got into Ruth's car. That explains why we were seated so quickly, and how she knew the waitress.

"Um…" I started, "Can we go to the post office?" I was nervous about asking this, mostly considering I think Jess was still kinda of ticked. But I had to mail the letter to Jesse, I mean I was here for two weeks, and he didn't know the address. What surprised me, as I said this, was Jess's reaction, she looked surprised.

"Actually, that's exactly where we are heading." She said.

"Really?" Ruth said, "Thanks for letting the driver know." She said very sarcastically.

We pulled up in front of the post office, and Jess and I got out. Ruth didn't feel like getting out, and CeeCee felt like she had to stay with Ruth. Ruth seems a little spoiled if you ask me. I went in, and placed my letter in the appropriate slot.

"Oh, Jessica, you're here." Said, well I don't know who said it, but he looked like he belonged to the FBI. Jess went over to him, and told me to wait. I did as I was told; I don't feel like getting involved with the FBI. As I was waiting, I saw a man in a postal uniform, looking over at Jess, and the FBI guy. But I could tell he wasn't normal. In fact I was the only one who could see him, because he was dead. I guess that's why the Feds are here, because of this guy's death.

" Hey." I said to him out of the corner of my mouth. He was startled, as are most ghosts when a living person starts talking to them.

"You can see me?" he asked.

"Yea, what's your name?" I've learned that it is always important to know who you're dealing with.

"Ben, Ben Henderson."

"Listen, why are you still here?" Normally when I ask this, ghosts have no clue what I'm talking about, they really think that this is the end, haunting where ever they are forever, but Ben didn't. He seemed to know exactly what I was saying.

"My body, they haven't found it yet." He told me.

"Well, show me where it is." Then he told me it was relatively close. Getting by Ruth and CeeCee was easy, and I know I shouldn't sneak off into the cornstalks of Indiana, but it was the only way this guy was going to move on. Too bad I didn't ask him how he croaked earlier.

"It's just over there." He said. I walked over, and saw him. I really wasn't prepared for what I saw, which was him, on the ground, naked, beaten. You could tell his arms were broken by the way they were tied around his back. I puked, it was a sight I didn't enjoy, I really wish I just called the cops. I don't even have a cell phone, so I'd have to walk back to town, call the cops and tell them about the body. What happened next shocked me even more then seeing Ben's body.

"Well, it looks like I'm not the only one who has been lying." Jess said, looking completely shocked at me.

Author's endnote: These chapters have to be short, mostly because I will get totally confused when writing the other person POV. Please Review. Also, if my next chapter isn't up as soon as you like, it's because I have midterms next week, and probably will be studying.