Walking Out
Disclaimer: I don't own The OC whatsoever.
A/N: Very random. I might make this the prologue to another fic. But for right now, what has brought this pair to blows is up in the air for you to decide. I'll probably continue this, but telling my you want me to is always a boost!
Summer flinched. Her mouth was dry; she could barely gather her words. "Please leave, Seth," she muttered.
Seth flashed a confused look with lightheartedness to it, but then quickly became more serious when he realized she was intense. She really wanted him out. Had he done this all wrong? Had he not been there enough?
"Summer, what's going on?" he asked.
"Leave," she said, stern.
"I know that it isn't gonna be easy but – "
Summer let out a long scream, scarring her throat, tears hovering. Seth stared with a mixture of shock and fear.
"Now get the fuck out. I do not need you. Leave." Summer said, her words like daggers.
Seth gritted his teeth. "No."