Involuntary Movements
[So, this is probably just going to be a one-shot. Well, definitely for now, but if I can think of something to add, I will. This is from Summer's POV. I do not own the OC, if I did there would've been so much fluff the whole world would've been sick of its sweetness. Set in season 1 before Seth and Summer get together.
In biology, we're learning about cardiac muscle. Bo-ring to the umpteenth degree, right? Ugh, I'm rolling my eyes just thinking about it. The book says the movement of muscles in the heart is involuntary. Since when did bio relate to my boy issues? I can't help who I like. Ugh. And I just so happen to like Seth Cohen. He's scrawny, geeky, and completely 100 percent charming. And he likes me, or he did before pixie chick came to town. Now I'm like...fighting with her over him. Over Seth Cohen. The teacher keeps lecturing about how cardiac muscle is unique and unlike any other muscle in the body. So true. Cohen is sitting next to me today. Anna's not here, thank GOD. Like...the muscle in my brain is telling me to run away before Cohen embeds himself deeper in my heart. But he just keeps drawing me back in. He's reaching for his like pencil so he can put it in his pocket protector, like so geeky. And slightly cute...even though I don't want to think that. At all. But then his hand brushes mine. And my heart is beating a mile a minute. My cardiac muscle activity is going off the charts.
"Um keep your hands to yourself ass hat," I snap under my breath.
"What was that honey?" Cohen asks me, ever so casually slipping his hand into mine. My face is burning up, and my heart is about to leap out of my throat.
Oh. My. God. His hand is touching mine. And it's having more effect on me than a kiss. Oh my god...kissing him...ack! He has to go withdrawing his hand. I think I just might have let out a small sigh. I clap my hand over my mouth.
"Miss me?" Cohen asks.
"Not at all," I say through gritted teeth.
"Ok, well then I guess I won't give you a good bye kiss or anything," Seth trailed off, because the bell was about to ring. And it was now or never. Should I grovel?
"Kiss me if you want to kiss me, Cohen," I say. I'm pretty satisfied with that. I've just challenged him. And I can tell Cohen likes this challenge as much or man than I do.
"Ok," he replies. The bell rings loudly. My heart skips a beat as he leans forward and kisses my cheek. He walks out of the classroom. I find out that my heart isn't the only organ with involuntary muscles when I feel a strong urge to run after him. And I do it.
I slide my hand into his, and Cohen smiles contentedly. I've decided to listen to my heart instead of my head. Who knew you could actually learn something from school.