Ch Three

A/N: I had just updated my story and like, no reviews. That really hurt. But then again, I deleted my Author's Note that was considered the "First" chapter. L

Wow that was weird, a moment of weirdness. Now that's over. Keep reading!

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After brushing my teeth, I went to bed, groggy. I couldn't remember what happened.

First, Jesse and I talked…

Then what?

I went under the covers and sighed. Something wasn't right. I couldn't remember what happened after Jesse left, after his family left. I remember tripping down the stairs, couldn't be amnesia, so-

Was I alone? I paused.

No I wasn't.

"Crissi, come out, I know you're here somewhere."

I heard laughter and suddenly, she was in my room, two feet in front of me, glowing.

Whoa…was she, like, d-

"Yeah, I'm dead, Suzie, no duh. Why else would I be after you?"

I sat up. "What do you want from me? Jesse?"

"No, you bitch, I want you this time."

I frowned. After a long silence, I said, "You're not a lesbian, are you?"

I felt a punch land on my nose and my hands flew up to my face; blood. A nosebleed, perhaps? She wasn't into jokes, was she?

"No, you idiot. Of course not. I'm still after Jesse, but I'll need you."

'I need you?' Personally, I took that as further proof of her lesbian-ness but I didn't think that reminding her would be a great idea. "I'm not going to let you have him."

"Tsk, tsk, such a territorial bitch…didn't Paul teach you anything?"

"What about Paul?" I demanded, I pinched my nose, tilted my nose up and felt the blood go down my throat. I choked and started coughing.

She just laughed, thumped my back, causing me to pitch headfirst into my blanket, then she left.

I don't know how long I sat like that, keeled over like some plush toy at the circus, even though I knew she was gone because, well, the silence that followed and the knock on my window an hour or whatever later.

"Susannah! Susannah! Open your window!"

I sat up and walked over to my window, opened it, and let him in.

"Did you get a visitor?"

I nodded, checking my nosebleed. It was gone, save for the dried blood caked all over my face. I walked into the bathroom, letting Jesse follow me. I turned the faucet and grabbed a towel.

"Susannah! Are you all right?"

Ignoring him for the moment, I didn't say anything and dipped the corner of the towel into the steady stream of lukewarm water. After bustling around my bathroom for five minutes in silence, I said, "I'm fine, Jesse, it was just a nosebleed." I dabbed at my nose gently. Then I squeezed at my nose; I think she broke my nasal cartilage. Cursing slightly, I looked into the mirror, making sure my nose wasn't going to heal crooked.

"I think she broke my cartilage." I ogled at my nose, turning it this way and that.

Jesse, eyes wide, said, "What!"

Then, in a lower more ominous tone, he said, "Was this Paul's doing?"

I stared at him. "No! Did…did he visit you because I have not seen him since then."

"Yes, but it's not a problem. I don't know if it's broken, but that's alright."

"Let me see your nose."

"No! I'm okay. Really!"

Disregarding my declarations of health, he walked over to me and pushed me onto the toilet, where I was forced to sit on the closed lid. He grabbed the towel out of my hand, tilted my head upwards and continued to dab at my nose, wiping off the blood, ever so gently so that I didn't feel anything. How romantic, my boyfriend cleaning up my nosebleed for me. What we should be doing is making out.

"Now on to more pressing matters; what happened to you?"

I watched him get up and scrub the towel in the sink, rinsing away the blood. Then he walked back towards me, kneeled in front of me, and continued to check out my nose.

"I told you, I was molested." By a sex-craved girl, I failed to add. She is so a lesbian, no matter how she denies it!

"Does it hurt?"

I nodded, trying to act all innocent and everything, and suddenly he said, "Good. Now you need to tell me about your surprise visitor. Well? What did she say to you?"

Wait. How did he know it was a she?

"If a girl says she wants you, and you're a girl, does that mean she's a lesbo?"

Jesse frowned. "A…lesbo? I do not know what that is, but I assure you, she was probably referring to something else." In Jesse-land, there is no such thing as Lesbians.

"Did you meet up with her too?"

I saw Jesse's dark eyes darken as he said, "Yes."

He waved my question aside though as he continued on by saying, "That doesn't matter. What matters," he flicked the tip of my nose, "is your nose. Thankfully, she did not break your, what did you call it? Cartilage?" And he kissed me there. I couldn't help it; I giggled.

We emerged from the bathroom. Him in his boxers and a tee, me in my pajamas.

"I think we should sleep in the same room."

"I agree."

"You know, not in the same bed, but, yeah."

"I agree."

"It'll be safer."

"I agree."

"Not that I'm scared of Crissi…"

"I agree."

"So I guess I can get the sleeping bag."

"I agree."

"And you can get the bed."

"I don't agree."

I looked at him. "Well then…what do you propose?"

"I think you should get the bed, and I get the sleeping bag."

"I won't allow it."

"And I won't allow you sleeping on the floor."

That's why ten minutes later we were both in the same bed. To think that Jesse didn't mind was beyond me. I guess he figured it was a way of protecting me. I started inching towards him.

"Susannah, don't get any ideas," he mumbled and he took off his shirt.

Man…

I woke up to sunshine streaming through my open window. And to the fact that Jesse's arms were around my waist. And to his face was buried in my chest. Did I mention that his legs were wrapped around me? Other than all that, I was really good.

Actually, thanks to this, I was more than good. He stirred and I smiled. He was so hott Seriously, I couldn't help but brush his hair off his face, which was kind of hard. You know, the fact that his face was between my err, intimate parts, and I honestly didn't want to move him. I mean, haven't I waited for a moment even close to this since…ever? I've stayed virgin for this guy! Well, except for that time, but that was beyond my control. And what was with Paul saying I was still a virgin?

I was ranting and raving mentally…is this good for my mind?

I noticed Jesse laughing. In his sleep.

Is that possible?

Suddenly, his eyes opened. I could tell because his eyes were against my, err, boobs and his long eyelashes brushed against me. He pushed himself off me.

"Susannah, you talk in your head mentally, I thought talking fast aloud was enough."

I stared. "You've been…eavesdropping onmy brain?"

His eyes were full of mirth. "Perhaps."

TWACK.

Jesse rubbed his jaw. "You didn't have to slap me. I thought women in this era did not mind when a man did something obscene. Not that I'm not used to this, but…"

"Seriously, Jesse! You better believe that women nowadays still slap guys." I glared at him. I felt my cheeks heat up. He read my thoughts. And at the moment, I was thinking of the most embarrassing!

Jesse's expression turned sober. "But Susannah, we should do something about Crissi."

"I agree. How about we exorcise her?"

Jesse shook his head. "No, I was thinking, if she's honestly dead, we should visither home."