Wow, okay. So, it's been a long time since I last updated. And I assure you, I am very sorry. I really am. It's just, sometimes, when you haven't updated a story in a couple months, you kind of forget about it...and that couple of months turns into a year. Yeah, I'm really sorry. I hope this chapter makes up for it! It'd actually not that great of a chapter...but the next one will be! I promise you, the next chapter will be amazing! Well, enjoy!

Disclaimer - Yeah, I don't own the mediator or Suze or Jesse (no matter how much I want to). This is all Meg Cabot's.

I slammed the door to my empty house, dreading what was about to come. I had called Gina and Cee-Cee over to explain about Jesse…among other things. It was finally time to come clean about the whole mediating business. I admitted that it would be a bit of a relief not to have to lie constantly. Well, I would still have to lie…just not as much. At least Jesse was going to be there with me. He always managed to make me feel so much better.

I was so tired; Father Dom had given me another long lecture about how I shouldn't go off school grounds in the middle of class. When I argued that we had been between classes, he had given me another lecture about not talking back. Then, when I argued about why he wasn't talking to Cee-Cee too, since she had been with me, he went into yet another lecture about respecting your elders. I should really stop arguing.

Then, of course, Cee-Cee pestered me for the rest of the day while I worried about Gina. After Jesse had left, Gina had told me about how she was walking down one of the sets of stairs in the school when she had felt someone push her down. When she looked back, she hadn't seen anyone. I had a very grave feeling about who had pushed her and I was determined to speak with her.

Speak of the devil, when I walked through the door to her room I saw Rachel Clark on the window seat, looking as drop-dead gorgeous as always.

"Didn't I say not to sit on the window seat?" I asked irritated.

"Yes, but I decided to ignore you." Rachel said, picking at her manicured fingernails.

"Why are you here, anyways? I mean, if you're just here to make fun of me, I will throw you out. Literally." I threatened. This girl was getting more annoying by the second.

"I'm bored, okay? Not a lot of people can see me. Well, nobody at all, actually. Being dead is a bore." She complained.

"Okay, listen up. Just because you're bored and no one can see you, does not mean it's okay to go pushing my friends down flights of stairs!" I yelled, pretty mad about the whole thing.

"What are you talking about? I never pushed anyone down the stairs. I told you, I'm bored. I've basically done nothing at all these past couple of days." She frowned.

Okay, now I was confused. What did she mean? There weren't any other ghosts I was currently mediating.

Well, if she didn't push Gina down the stairs, then there was no reason for her to still be here.

So I said, "Listen, sweetheart. I have company coming over and it's going to be a little weird if they see me talking to thin air, so if you could just leave for a little while, I promise I will get back to you." Someone once told me that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, after all. And something told me that Rachel Clarke was someone I wanted to have on my side.

"Okay, then. I'll go…for now." She looked a little weirded out by my sudden change of tone. But, she seemed to get over it because, in a flash, she disappeared.

I sighed in relief. Now, I can move on to more important things. Like, looking pretty for when Jesse comes over. That was a joke, by the way. Jesse has seen me at my absolute worst, I doubt him seeing me without any makeup on is going to send him running in the opposite direction.

But, I guess a little eyeliner wouldn't hurt. And maybe a change of clothes…

An hour later, I found myself opening the door to see Cee-Cee and Gina's faces in the doorway. Gina had gotten herself out of the wheelchair and into a pair of crutches. Other than that, she looked no worse for wear.

"Hey, you look hot, Simon." Gina said, looking me over.

I thanked her. I had changed into a pair of khaki short-shorts, a blue camisole, and a studded vest with gladiator flats. Gina was right. I looked hot.

"Hey, make yourselves comfortable, there's coke in the fridge." I said, moving towards the door to open it again to see Jesse. Whom, can I just say looks hot in a pair of jeans?

"Hello, querida." Jesse said, giving me a peck on the lips and a quick hug. I said hello back while savoring that safe feeling that can only come from being in Jesse's arms. God, I loved this guy.

"Okay, so if you guys are done being a freaking love story, can we get back to the whole ghost business? Oh, and also how you guys got to being a freaking love story?" Gina said, taking a swig from the coke can in her hand.

"Alright, alright. Take a seat." I gestured towards the couch.

"Hey, it's only us, right? Is your family home?" Cee-Cee asked, taking a seat next to Gina on the couch, while I settled in next to Jesse on the loveseat.

"No, we have the house to ourselves." I said, trying not to think about whether Rachel Clarke was in the house or not. I mean, I had told her to get out, but I had told Jesse to get out too, back when we first met, and he came back.

We exchanged a little more small talk before Gina interrupted with a blunt "Hey, can we get this conversation over with before I turn 30?"

"Yeah, sure. Where should I start?" I asked, really having no clue where to start.

"Let's start with Jesse. I kind of know the story, but I'm still fuzzy on the whole coming back to life thing." Cee-Cee said, referring to my hushed explanation after the dance.

"Woah, coming back to life? Why don't we start there? Gina asked.

"Well, there's a ton of stuff that came before that." I said, starting in on my explanation.

Hey! was it? are you supposed to tell me what you thought of this chapter? Why, all you have to do is review! It is as easy as clicking a button...and then you have to write stuff and press enter and preferably make it one of your favorite stories...but no pressure! I am also debating whether I should add in a long explanation of what happened between Jesse and Suze and the whole ghost thing. Or if I should just cut it short. What do you guys think?