Chapter 1—
Ryan Atwood awoke from his bad dream – the car crash, Volchok and vodka.
But where the hell was he.
He awoke in a bedroom – high ceilings, magenta colored walls, wooden floors, TV in the wall and wardrobes and of course a window.
The other side of the double bed was warm – he was living with someone else.
He went up to the window – it did not take him long to find out he was naked – he picked up his Calvin Klein's that were on the floor – and looked out the window again.
Berkley was about 5 miles away from the place he was living in.
He was living in his own apartment.
Cool.
But the pain in his head got stronger – he knew what was coming.
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They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you
Because they sleep with a gun
And keep an eye on you, son
So they can watch all the things you do
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Marissa was dead.
Marissa was dead.
Marissa was dead.
The thought hit him in the head like a bullet.
He had lost the love of his life.
The sound from the shower had stopped.
A person emerged.
'It's about time you got up – you have a class in an hour – Mr Powell will kill you if you come in late during 1st Semester.' Marissa said coming out of the bathroom.
'Marissa?' Ryan asked gob smacked.
'Yeah baby?'
'You're alive.' Ryan said coming over to Marissa and kissing her.
'Oh my god Ry - last night I told you not to drink that other beer, but you didn't listen.' Marissa mocked.
'But you're alive.' Ryan said still shocked.
'I think Ry that we established that last night.' Marissa smiled remembering the previous nights events.
'But what about the car crash?'
'Oh babe – are you still having your nightmares?' Marissa said sympathetically.
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Because the drugs never work
They're gonna give you a smirk
'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads,
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
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'Riss.' Ryan said, 'Where are we?'
'At our apartment in Berkley.'
'And how do we pay for it?' Ryan asked.
'…Well, my mom said she would gladly pay for me – and especially after the crash, and oh my god-' Marissa abruptly halted to a stop when she realised what she was talking about.
'Riss – what about the crash?' Ryan asked curiously.
'Nothing,' Marissa fakely smiled, 'Come-on change your boxers put some clothes, on brush your teeth, and get to class.' Marissa said smacking his ass.
They both smiled.
'Where do we work?' Ryan asked
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They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
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'Well you work, part-time in Zorro's as a bar tender – and I do part time modelling gigs.' Marissa said.
'Do I still have the car my mom gave me?' Ryan asked.
'No sweetie – it burned – well baby the car died.'
'Do we have a car?' Ryan asked.
'Yes – a BMW X5.' Marissa said.
'Cool.'
'Now get to class.'
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The boys and girls in the clique
The awful names that they stick
You're never gonna fit in much, kid
But if you're troubled and hurt
What you got under your shirt
Will make them pay for the things that they did
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
Ohhh yeah!
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After Ryan left Marissa phoned up Summer.
'Hey.' Marissa said.
'Hey Coop – what's up?' Summer said.
'I think Ryan's on to us.'
'You think he knows?' Summer asked.
'I think he partly knows.' Marissa said worried.
'You already told him – so it's not like you're keeping secrets from him – it's just a shame he doesn't remember.'
'But the doctor said this would happen over time – I think that time is now.' Marissa said starting to cry.
'Oh Coop – listen I'll get Cohen to talk to Ryan see how much he knows.'
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They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
All together now!
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'It's just he keeps on asking all these questions – that he's never asked before.' Marissa said.
'Is he still having nightmares?' Summer asked.
'Yep.'
'Look Marissa you keep on doing what you do best, and I don't mean sex – you keep on loving Ryan and keep your feet up – don't you worry Cohen and I will handle this.'
'Thanks Sum.' Marissa said.
'Bye Coop.'
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Teenagers scare the living shit out of me
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me
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