A.N - Thanks o everyone who reviewed chapter two. I'm glad you like this fic. I like writing it. (Though I like Te Amo, Querida more). Lol. I'll explain my reasonings behind the end of this chapter, next chapter. I hope you like it though.

Suze Simon's To-Do List :

1. Stop thinking about Jesse.

2. Stop thinking about Jesse.

3. Practise routine - whilst not thinking about Jesse.

Chapter Three

I'd been around hot guys before. I mean, many people consider my step-brothers hot - ew - and I'd been on dates with good-looking guys - Bryce being one of them, before his dead ex-girlfriend messed everything up for us and he transferred.

So, why was being around Jesse bothering me so much? I could hardly concentrate on my routine. Which didn't help things because it only made Jesse come and go through each step with me personally.

Gina had backed away from Jesse. I guess that she saw that I liked him - like, really liked him - and stepped out of the way for me to have a chance. I wanted to scream 'Thank-you!!' and hug her like I had when I saw her again.

That had been two days ago, when we all met each other. Bryce was incredibly patient with me, considering I messed up the dance all the time in rehearsals with Jesse, and was fine when it was just the four of us practising. I guess he thought I had some strange form of stage-fright.

The first night, I'd gone with Cee Cee, Adam, Gina, Bryce and Cole to a nearby club. Cole and Bryce had gotten hold of Fake I.D's and kept buying us alcohol. We all woke up with massive headaches, and Jesse wasn't impressed.

He'd worked us really hard that day. As a punishment for punishing our bodies with alcohol. Or something like that.

Now, I was trying really hard to impress him - I really was. Only, having Jesse around made me lose my concentration. Which is why what happened just three days in to our rehearsal schedule was probably my fault.

Bryce and I had just done our freestyle part - the dance moves in this video reminded me of the background of Eminem's Just Lose It, Paul obviously not being original enough to think things up himself - which ended in Bryce holding me in the air - which always reminded me of Dirty Dancing.

Bryce held me in the air easily and I was focusing on my form - pointed toes, body tension, you know, all the stuff they teach you in 7th grade gym. It was fine, the first time we'd properly nailed it, until Jesse decided to make himself known. He clapped enthusiastically.

"That's it guys!" He praised. "You got it!"

I lost my concentration, and fell forward out of Bryce's hands. Now I understood why they practised it in the water in the film.

I trust Bryce completely - as a dancer, you learn to trust your partners quickly. I knew he'd come through for me. Which he did. He managed to catch me before my body slammed into the floor. Only it wasn't quick enough to save my face, which crashed onto the mat we were standing on heavily.

My eyes watered as I was hit with a rush of pain, centred on my nose.

"Susannah," Jesse's voice sounded right next to my ear. "Are you alright?"

I brought my hand up to my nose and brought it away to find it covered in blood.

"Aw, man." I complained, cupping my hands around my nose to stop the blood from going everywhere.

"Suze," Bryce's face was pale. "I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." I managed to get out, blood dripping into my mouth as I opened it.

Gross. I hated the taste of blood.

"Come on," Gina tried to help me up. "You should go to the emergency room."

"I'll take her." Jesse helped Gina get me up off the floor.

"Guys!" I tried to tell them. "I'm fine! It's just a nosebleed."

"It might be broken." Jesse replied, concerned.

"Yeah," Gina put in. "Then you'd get to wear a pretty nose-cast on Paul Slater's video, for the whole world to see."

I groaned.

Great.

I felt so stupid, clutching a towel to my nose as I walked through the studio towards Jesse's car. Everyone I passed turned to look at me - including Paul Slater who was hidden in a corner with a blonde haired girl.

I blushed, my face going as red as the blood that was dripping out of my nose.

"I'm sorry about this," I told him in the car, the radio turned down so I could hardly hear the song that was playing.

"It's not your fault," Jesse shook it off, his fingers clenching the steering wheel so hard that they went white. "If anything, it was Bryce's. What was he thinking? He should have been focusing on you. He should have been able to tell that you were falling."

"No!" I hastened to correct him. "It wasn't Bryce's fault. Bryce stopped it from being much worse. If it wasn't for Bryce, my leg could be broken right now."

Jesse's grip loosened minutely and I sighed in relief.

"So, what happened then?" He asked. "You were fine and then you just fell."

I looked out of the window.

"Oh," I mumbled. "I just wasn't paying attention."

He sucked in a breath.

"Susannah, you must!" He exclaimed. "You must always pay attention. You said yourself that it could've been much worse!"

Wow. Jesse was really concerned about me. The thought that he cared so much filled me with warm tingles.

"I'm sorry." I muttered again.

"We'll see how sorry you are when we find out how bad it actually is." Jesse spoke just loud enough for me to hear, a small smile gracing his features.

I smiled as well.

He pulled into the car park, quickly running around to my side of the car so that he could rush us into the emergency room.

I was surprised at how quickly they got a doctor to see me. My 'case' was hardly extreme. I swear that there were at least two gun-shot victims still waiting.

The doctor pulled the towel that was covered with blood away from my nose, tilting my head upwards as he examined it.

I hissed in a breath through my teeth when he probed my nose to see if it was tender - which it was. I could have told him that without him needing to poke at it. Jesse rushed to my side and grabbed my hand.

"Well," The doctor announced finally. "It's not broken. Though, you must have landed on it pretty hard. I'd say that you're lucky, Miss Simon."

I nodded and looked down at the floor.

"You're going to have to take it easy." He told me, writing down a prescription for painkillers. "Stay away from anything that could hurt that nose anymore than it is already."

I nodded again hiding my slight worry. Did this mean I couldn't dance? I needed to get the routine right. By next week.

"Don't worry about that." Jesse squeezed my hand. "I'll go over the routine with you. A few one-on-one classes. Without Bryce."

His face darkened at the mention of my dance partner's name.

"Jesse," I told him, squeezing his own hand. "It wasn't his fault."

"If you say so, querida." Jesse smiled at me, and kissed my hand before leaving to go and get my prescription with the doctor.

I watched him go with a sigh. I'm sure that Bryce was probably feeling really guilty about all of this. He didn't need Jesse breathing down his neck as well.

"He likes you, you know." I jumped at the sound of a feminine voice, turning around to see a beautiful tanned girl with black curls hanging down her back. "He doesn't call just anyone querida."

She was also glowing, which meant she was a ghost.

"How do you know?" I asked her.

She shrugged.

"I think a girl knows her brother." She smiled sadly before introducing herself. "I'm Josefina de Silva."

My mouth dropped open in shock.