Set right after Seth gets his letter from Brown. Spoilers inside.
Not the best but I was bored so I decided to write something.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the OC
When Seth read the words we regret to inform you that we do not have a space for you his entire world crumbled around his feet. His plans with summer were history. He had put everything he had into this university. He had wanted this with all his heart and now his dream was smothered and killed. He didn't know what he was going to do now. Every since he had been a freshman at Harbor he had worked his ass off to get into this university. This had been his dream since he could remember. He had always pictured himself at an Ivy League college. It was the only thing that got him through all the insults and shoves thrown at him during his four years at Harbor; the image of him at a university known all around the world. He was embarrassed that he was the only one out of the majority of his class that hadn't gotten in to the school of their choice. That's why he said he got in. He was ashamed and he hated to admit it but he couldn't figure out how Summer out of all people had gotten in and he hadn't. Sure, she had had an amazing SAT score but that's not all they looked at to decide who would be accepted and who wouldn't. Seth had been a straight A student for four years in a row: a feat not accomplished by many.
He knew it was wrong to feel angry at Summer for getting in. He should be happy for her that she got into such a good school. But he couldn't help but feel that if she hadn't gotten in maybe he would have. And come on, everyone knew she wasn't the best student. She skipped classes all the time while Seth was in every class he had ever had, front row centre, ready and attentive. He took good notes and always got good marks. And yet he had been rejected a spot.
The more he thought about it the angrier he got. He could barely stand the thought of staying home an extra year while Ryan, Marissa, and Summer all went and had the best year of their lives without him. He had been preparing for this journey too long to not get what he wanted in the end. He would find a way to get in if it was the last thing he ever did. He wanted this so bad. He needed this. This was a part of Seth Cohen.
The University Sweater Party was supposed to have been fun but all it did for Seth was remind him that he hadn't gotten in while all these people had their plans for next year written in stone. All these people could relax and have a good time while he was going to be trying to find a way to get his way in to Brown. Who knows, he'd always been a good talker. Maybe he could talk his way in. His family had a lot of money. Maybe a bribe would do the trick. If the person that would decide if he got in or not was a woman maybe he could use his Cohen charm on her. Hell, even if it was guy. He was desperate and he would do anything. If he had to make some sacrifices to get in, so be it. He was never one to turn down new experiences.
The thought of getting intimate with another man made him cringe. Okay, so that one was off the list. Defiantly. But if it is a woman he has no problem. Unless it's a really old, hairy woman. Then he might have to reconsider his offer of getting intimate entirely.
He was getting ahead of himself. Who knew, maybe Brown made a mistake. Maybe he had actually gotten in and there was a Seth Cohet or something and they mixed up the letters. It could happen. Anything was possible.
Who was he kidding? He didn't get in. Deep down he knew that. He wished it wasn't true but he couldn't change it. H was stuck going to Providence. Not that it was a bad school. But Brown had been his dream.
Well, everyone has to change their dreams sometime to make it fit their life. He just wished he didn't have to.