AN - Thanks to Em who spouted off the ideas for the phone call in this chapter. And thank you to everybody who reviewed. I'm glad you're liking this story. I'm sorry if there are any major bad typos - I can't see any, but it's also one in the morning.

Lol.

Suze Simon's To-Do List :

1. Talk to Josefina.

2. Catch up with Gina.

3. Learn the routine!

Chapter Four

"Wait." I told the beautiful ghost. "You're Jesse's sister?"

She nodded gravely.

"Yeah," She told me. "I died two years ago. Car accident."

"Why are you still, you know, here?" I asked. What are you supposed to say in a situation like this? Normally I was quite good at my job - mediating ghosts, that is. But never had it been in a situation this personal. Unless you counted the ghost of my dad, who was still here twelve years after his death.

"I'm not sure," Josefina came to sit by me. "I think it has something to do with Jesse. He was driving, that night, and he blames himself."

"Oh."

Poor Jesse. You'd never know that he'd been through something so horrible, looking at him.

"Yeah."

"I know this probably isn't the thing to talk about right now," I began nervously. I was so cold to even think about asking her this, but I couldn't help it. "But, why do you think that Jesse likes me?"

She smiled.

"He called you querida," she explained. "And I haven't seen him this happy in two years."

"What does querida mean?" I questioned.

She was about to answer when Jesse walked in, holding out my cell phone to me. I wasn't even aware that he had it to begin with.

"Who were you talking to, querida?" He asked me, smirking.

"Oh," I hastened to say. "No one."

"There's someone here for you to talk to then."

The huge grin on his face and the quiet laughter that escaped him had me suspicious and I took the phone with caution, throwing an apologetic look at Josefina.

"Hello?" I watched Josefina as she shimmered away.

"Oh my God, Suze!" Gina's voice boomed down the line. "I just made a complete fool of myself."

"What do you mean?"

Gina's confidence had always been amazing. For her to have made a fool out of herself … it had to have been something big.

"Jesse answered the phone, right?" She said.

"Yeah." I was hesitant.

Oh no. What had she done?

"Well," Gina explained. "Seeing as I thought you would be the one to answer your cell phone. I kind of said some things about Jesse, to him."

"What?!"

I glanced over at Jesse who was still laughing. Whatever she had said to him had to have been good. Which meant embarrassing for me.

"It wasn't a lot!" She reasoned. "Just that, well, he's hot. And you should go for it."

"Gina!" I exclaimed.

"I know," she told me. "I'm sorry. He knows now anyway, the ball's in his court whether or not he decides to ask you out."

I felt my cheeks burn red with Jesse's gaze on me. Gina's voice was so loud down the phone that I'm sure he could hear every word she was saying.

"Anyway," I heard a noise indicating that Gina had collapsed down on to a hotel bed. The boys were talking in the background, probably all hanging around in Gina's room. "The real reason I called, other than to talk about how fine our choreographer is, is that I called your mom, to tell her about your little fall -"

"Gina!" I exclaimed again, interrupting her. My mom worried so much when she heard about me hurting myself.

"Hey," I could almost see her holding her hands up in a show of apology. "Don't worry, she's not coming out here."

"Oh, thank God."

Jesse raised his eyebrow at me, only hearing my side of the conversation. Even I had to admit it was impossible for him to hear Gina's. At least, not all of it.

"Jake is though."

She sounded happy. I rolled my eyes. Of course she was happy, she and Jake had had a thing when she came to visit me in Carmel two summers ago.

"Oh," Gina sounded bored of talking to me now. "Bryce wants to ask you something. He's been begging me since Jesse first answered."

There was the sounds of a commotion as Gina threw the phone over to Bryce, who had dropped it in surprise.

"Suze?" I heard his voice over the line.

"Yeah Bryce," I greeted. "It's me. What's up?"

I saw Jesse's face instantly wipe out any trace of laughter, instead focusing all of his attention on me and, I'm sure, trying to listen to the entire conversation. Bryce's side of it included.

"Suze," Bryce said seriously. "I'm so sorry about dropping you."

"No," I waved it off. "It wasn't your fault. Really. It was mine."

I'm the one who had been thinking about a certain choreographer.

"Either way," he told me. "I'm sorry and I'd really like to take you out tonight. To apologise."

My mouth dropped open again.

"Like, a date?"

I cursed the words as soon as they fell out of my mouth. My voice was cracking and there was a smash as Jesse accidentally knocked down medical equipment to the floor, cursing quietly in Spanish as he bent to pick it up.

"Well, yeah." Bryce sounded nervous. "If you want."

I let a smile form on my lips.

"Yeah, sure." I told him. This would be a perfect way of getting Jesse to notice me - and the fact that people wanted to date me. "Sounds good."

"Great." Bryce sounded happy. "I'll talk to you about it later?"

"Sure," I forced myself to keep the grin on my face. "Ask Gina to give you my number."

"Will do," he told me. "Bye Suze."

"Bye."

The click of the dial tone told me he'd hung up and I flicked the phone shut before shoving it into my tracksuit pocket.

"Ready to go?" Jesse asked tersely.

I nodded and jumped off of the examination table I'd been sitting on, following him out of the Accident and Emergency room as he waved goodbye to various doctors and nurses.

"Wait," I stopped. "What about my painkillers?"

"In the car." He told me shortly. "I put them there. I was there when your phone rang."

I knew I hadn't given my cell to Jesse. I'd left it in his car instead. Though Jesse didn't sound too happy that he'd actually answered the phone.

I climbed into his car in silence, wincing as Jesse slammed the door shut when he slid in too.

The sound of the car starting made me jump. It was so loud in the awkward silence that had encompassed us.

"How did I get seen to so fast?" I asked him, my voice sounding shrill in the silence. I winced.

"I know a few people," he told me. "I'm training to be a doctor."

"Really?"

Wow, I could so see Jesse as a doctor. It explained his concern over my nose injury - which, as Gina had predicted, had been covered with a bandage. It was suppose to come off just before shooting for Paul's video was about to begin but, knowing me, it would be off in a few days - and his instructions to me in the car. You know, the whole keep your head back, pinch the bridge of your nose stuff.

"Yeah," the smile was back on Jesse's face. Doctoring was obviously something he loved. "The choreographing thing helps me to pay for the education."

He shrugged all of my wonder off. I wasn't going to drop the subject though. It was cool; Jesse was going to be a doctor! Doctor de Silva. I liked the sound of that. It kind of suited him.

"What are you doing tonight?"

His sudden change of subject startled me.

"Huh?" I asked intelligently.

He laughed.

"I heard you arrange a date," his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, "with Bryce. Is that for tonight?"

I shook my head silently.

"Good." He seemed genuinely pleased. Was he actually jealous of Bryce? I didn't actually think that plan would work. "Then we can have time to practise the routine? See where you went wrong today?"

Oh, right. The dancing thing. He wasn't jealous; he just wanted to make sure he was doing his job correctly. Making sure we all knew the routine perfectly.

"Sure," I agreed, slightly disappointed. "I'll see you there."

He pulled up outside of the hotel I was staying at with everybody else.

"No," he told me, letting the engine idle. "I'll pick you up. They close the studio when everyone goes home for the day. I will be taking you to my apartment."

I got out of the car in shock.

A whole night, alone, in Jesse's apartment. With him and me. Going over what I'd done wrong today. Oh no. Does that mean that he'd be dancing with me?

"Is seven okay, querida?" He asked innocently.

I glanced towards the clock on the dashboard. It was half five. I had an hour and a half to shower, eat and prepare myself for this.

"Uh-huh," I answered coolly. "Seven is fine."

"Good." He flashed his blinding smile at me. "I'll meet you here."

Without another word he drove away leaving me standing motionless on the sidewalk outside of the hotel.

A whole evening with Jesse. And now I only had an hour and twenty nine minutes to get prepared.

My eyes widened and I turned and ran into the hotel quickly. I had to get ready. Now.