Lessons Learned-

One-The Worst Stalker Ever

Disclaimer: I own no The O.C. I don't have any comics either, besides a few Betty & Veronicas.

A/N: I accidentially (Damn it!) removed The Plan, so I decided to make this my trashy story instead. I like it better, fluff is fun. ) Would that be okay if I made some parts POVs and some third person? Suggestions welcome. It's after "The Rescue". Yay, isn't the first day fun? Also, I wrote Summer to have a hint of total insecurity, but alo confindence. Yes, on purpose.

Seth Cohen is definitely the worst stalker ever.

Like I don't notice him staring at me all the time. I mean, I don't wanna flatter myself but I've totally seen him checking me out. Gross. Well, I don't really notice him staring at me all the time.

Okay, so I probably wouldn't know who he was unless I didn't have Chemistry, Ancient Civilizations, and Algebra with him and if his new semi-brother wasn't Coop's boyfriend or if I spent my trip to TJ with him. I have no idea how we're even in the same classes because I suck ass at math, but whatever. I mean, I had to take Pre-Algebra twice. Apparently, Cohen skipped it to take extra English classes during freshman year or something.

So, I'm in Ancient Civ and I look over at him. He's just staring with a dumb look on his face. He gets all pink and turns away. Oh, smooth one, emo-geek, I'll never know now!

Oh, great, now Liza's babbling about how she snapped her bra in gym. I swear this girl is like the epitome of dumb blonde. How many people can fail their driver's test because when they had to make a left turn, they made a right turn? At least she's school-smart. Honestly, why else would I pick her to be my partner? I'm not dumb in Ancient Civ, actually.

Really, I'm not. Just in Algebra.

Why am I still even thinking about the emo-geek? He's a loser, and way too far down for me. Just because Marissa and Chino will probably hook up and have a shitload of quiet, brooding, hot kids doesn't mean Cohen and I will. Even though our kids would be cute. Ew, kids with Cohen? Maybe I should listen to Liza's story now.

I glance over at Cohen one last time. Okay, why the hell is he still staring at me? I'm not that interesting, and I'm not hot. What the hell does he see in me?

He gets all pink again. Ugh, why do I feel bad? He's a dork. I am so not into dorks.

Okay, so I flash him a little smile back. He looks like he's about to piss himself and starts chattering like a damn monkey to that blonde chick from Pittsburgh next to him. She rolls her eyes.

Whoa. That bitch did not just scowl at me.

Whatever, class is almost over and I have a lot to do later today. Like, defend Coop and watch her get all giddy with Chino and weepy over Luke.

Um, he cheated on her, like a billion times. She didn't even like him anyway. I still can't believe she let him screw her for her first time. Isn't virginity supposed to be special?

Okay.

I've got Algebra up next. Class is officially over and I can stop thinking about dumbass Cohen.

"So, Sum, you're gonna write up the report, right?"

Oh, right, Liza. Forget about her for a second. It was pleasant. I nod and take the sheet of paper out of her hand. She smiles.

"Tell Riss I'm sorry," she mutters.

Um, for what? Liza didn't actually do anything to Coop. I mean, she gave Luke head last year, but I think everyone but me did that. I give her a confused look, she gets it.

"For talking about her,"

I nod and attempt to suppress a laugh.

"Liza...Don't worry," I advise before walking off to math.

Okay, this is going to be a shocker.

I'm not listening to Mrs. Berg ramble on about some formula. Instead, I'm flipping through the new Bloomingdale's catalogue.

Ooh! Marc Jacobs jacket. Adorable.

Of course, Cohen is sitting next to me, his little gal pal on the other side. I wish I had someone else in my class. I don't know, maybe Coop. Liza would be better then listening to the Urban Outfitters Twins talk about comics.

Oh, I'm sorry, Tinkerbell, graphic novels.

Like it even matters. Um, nobody's gonna care about comics except for pre-pubescent boys and geeks. Okay, so what if I liked Betty & Veronica? I don't have conversations about Spiderman #148's dialogue.

I have not been intentionally listening to their conversation. I can't help that they're next to me. Even though it's interesting to listen to two people so into something so trivial. It's like me and Holly talking about Coach purses. It's pointless, but entertaining.

I don't think I'll be talking with Holly any time soon. She kind of did screw my best friend's ex. Oh, and I jumped her. Too bad Cohen pulled me back. I could've totally kicked her ass.

Wow, class is already done. That was like five seconds. Thank God. Something in this day has been quick and painless.

"Summer Roberts, can I see you?"

I whirl around in the doorway. Are you telling me Mrs. Berg wants to talk to me? Oh, fuck. This should be just super. I nod and walk towards her desk.

The bitch doesn't even say hi. She just yells out, "Seth Cohen, I'd like to speak with you as well,"

Seth walks like a klutz up to her desk. He's wearing a big-ass grin and his hair's all tousled, kind of sexy...In a little-boy way. Ew. No, not sexy.

"Summer, last year your math grades were much less then satisfactory. Seth's, on the other hand, were excellent. I don't want you going down that same road," she lectures.

I nod knowingly, like I even have an idea. I know I suck at everything math. I've gotten grounded like twenty times because of it.

"Seth, I'm asking you to tutor Summer. Would it be convenient for you?" she asks him.

Okay, am I not involved in this too? Or am I required to do this crap?

Cohen nods and she's all, "Oh, this is great! You two need to work out times! Blah blah bitch blah,"

Seth trails behind me like a little lost puppy, asking if Tuesdays are okay and if we should meet after school. I look at him finally, and he really does have that little doggie-quality to him. It's pretty cute.

Okay, I'll admit Cohen has cute hair...And cute eyes. All right, I'm stopping before I get carried away.

"Friday afternoons?" I offer.

He agrees and scurries off.

So, now I'm being tutored by a loser, my best friend is at the bottom of the social ladder, and I'm pretty much alone.

Just an awesome first day. Awesome.