Seth was the kid in the back of the class.
The one who never raised his hand, but the teacher called on anyway. He'd get nervous, and his voice would squeak, and he'd give the wrong answer.
Even though he knew the right one.
Jocks jostled him when he walked down the hall, and flushed his head in the toilet between classes. Some girls grimaced when he walked by, but most never even looked. Summer fell into the latter category.
Summer was his obsession, his fixation, his first, last, and always crush. She was beautiful, of course, and had the brightest smile he'd ever seen.
Not that she ever gave it to him.
He'd named his boat after her, Summer's Breeze, and he always dreamed that one day she'd smile at him in the hallway, and he'd smile back. They'd eventually fall madly in love, and he'd take her on a trip to Tahiti, the two of them on the water in her namesake, living on fish and each other.
But Seth knew that would never happen. He knew that she was unattainable, out of his reach. Too much like the rest to ever spare him a glance.
Because he was different.
He knew it, and everyone around him knew it too.
But until Ryan Atwood stepped into his life, he hadn't known how much.
Seth was a geek, a loser, a reject in the eyes of all his peers. He'd come to accept those facts over the years. Even come to like himself somewhat.
He didn't want to be gay.
