This one isn't as long as the others, but I had a lot of fun typing it. I greatly dislike Anna, she bugged me. Basically anyone who seperated SS bugs me :D. I had fun writing about an angry Summer and an embarrassed Taylor anyways. Review please loveys!

Flames

Summer Roberts hated that blond tramp. She was in no mood to talk to anyone. She had already thrown all of her pillows on the ground and had stomped on them repeatedly. She had torn the blankets off of her bed, but put them back on minutes later. At least there was no one around her to feel her wrath, but how badly she wished there was a particular blond that she could stomp on like the pillows. The pillows were soft and flabby; they weren't that satisfying to stomp on. But they got a bit of her anger out, and no matter how much she wanted to deny it, they had caught more than a couple stray tears. She couldn't be crying over this again, she couldn't! Summer Roberts was no crybaby, she didn't get her heart broken easily, and especially not by someone who was below her on the school's social ladder. She had cried enough over him, and she wanted to stop. But every day, seeing themat school just made her feel like hiding out at home, eat loads of chocolate and chips, and just cry herself to sleep. She had been cheated on before; she had other people pick other girls over her. But this time it was so much more personal, so much more intimate. She had practically poured her heart out to him, and now she was alone.

Maybe she shouldn't have fallen for him so quickly. But, in her defense, she didn't know she was falling in love with Seth Cohen until one day she realized it. He was cute, sweet, funny, and smart. Almost perfect. So what if he wasn't on the water polo team? He listened to her, and he liked her. He didn't think she was a ditz; he didn't underestimate her like everyone else did. She gave him practically everything. She almost, almost gave him her virginity, and sacrificed her popularity, her status. She dressed up as freaking Wonder Woman for him for his holiday, Chrismukkah! But he picked that blond tramp, that conniving, intelligent, female version of himself over her. She was going to give him her everything, and make him her everything, but somehow the tables turned on her and she had nothing. She had three friends, two of which (Coop and Atwood), were dating, and she was in love with the third. Not to mention she had a father, a best friend, who was barely ever home, and a step-monster who was too high on the anti-depressants of the week to give a crap about Summer's life. Or worse, she tried to make Summer's life a living hell.

But this wasn't the step-monster's fault. It was hers, the blond tramps. The tramp reminded her of the step-monster, how she had come and wrecked Summer's life and took the one thing she needed, the one thing she craved. Anna Stern, blond geek and tramp extraordinaire who was as much of a bitch as Holly was, or at least in Summer's attention. She and Anna could've been friends; Anna was spunky and strangely smart, and pretty in the unique way that no one realized was pretty until they spoke to her. But now Anna had him, everything Summer ever wanted, and she wasn't about to give him up. So Summer focused on the bad in Anna, everything about her that could be hated. Whenever she talked to Cohen now, it was Anna this and Anna that. They even wore matching scarves, for goodness sake! Dating Danny probably wasn't the best of her ideas, but he was pretty funny, until he went big and all out. So now Summer was stuck alone once again, having to suffer watching Cohen and Anna cuddle and tease.

Was she the only one that saw those two more like brother and sister than girlfriend and boyfriend? They both loved comics, they were both huge nerds, and Anna seemed to give him advice on everything from clothes to girls. Why was Cohen with her instead of Summer? Had she done something wrong? Summer dressed up like freaking Wonder Woman for him and he chose Anna! Why? God knows why. She stomped down angrily on another one of her pillows before flopping down onto her bed, holding Princess Sparkles to her chest. She wiped the tears from her eyes, determined not to cry over Cohen anymore. She would never cry over him, and her anymore. She was too good for him anyways; she had to keep telling herself that. And maybe someday she would believe it.

Seth Cohen was the only one willing to dig deep enough to find the real Summer Roberts, not the shallow, girly one, but the one who was fiery, and who protected the weakest, even it was a squirrel, and who could actually hold an intelligent conversation. But instead of taking care of her, of letting her find out more about the real Seth Cohen, he rejected her. He chose Anna freaking Stern over her! So now she was going to ignore him. She had to; it was for her own sanity. She couldn't keep crying over Cohen; it couldn't be good for her. She heard a knock at her door and dove to the floor, somersaulting so she managed to pick up all the pillows. Throwing them down on her bed, she yelled," Come in."

Seth Cohen anxiously entered her room, his curls flattened by some sort of hat he had clearly been wearing. "Hey Summer," he said, waving awkwardly.

"Cohen." She managed to keep her voice disdainful and monotone without giving away any sort of excitement and giddiness she felt at hearing that name. Did he notice the way her cheeks flushed red when he walked into the room? Could he hear the loud beating of her heart, the anxiety with which she moved her body?

"What happened in here?" No, he clearly did not. Stepping into the room, Cohen took a look around and pointed at the mess on the bed.

"What?" Summer replied, putting her hand on her hip rudely. Best to let him think she was back to the old Summer, the one who would never dress as Wonder Woman. Maybe that would show him how she felt. As he pointed still, her cheeks flushed redder. "I was just…trying to strip!" Seeing his wide eyed expression, she rolled her eyes. "My sheets, Cohen, my sheets."

"Then why are your sheets still on, Summer?" He asked, clearly enjoying himself a little too much for his tastes.

"What do you want me to tell you?" She suddenly demanded angrily, viciously. "That I trashed my room because I was sad? That I ruined my pillows because of you and Anna? Sorry Cohen, don't mean to burst your little bubble, but I was just trying to fix my sheets."

Those words felt good to say, a welcome release for all the anger and the resentment she was feeling. "N-no," Cohen shook his head, his curls flying everywhere; momentarily stung. "I just th-thought that…You know what, never mind."

He was too good at this, at the whole 'get inside her mind and play tricks on her' thing. Putting her other hand on her hip, Summer pursed her lips. "What do you want?" She said, exasperated. She was tired of all these little games, because that was all they would ever be. Games. There would be a winner and a loser; but she had already lost the only important one.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come to the movies with me, Marissa, Ryan, and Anna."

Up until that name, she was starting to cool off. "So you want me to be the third-no, the fifth-wheel on your little date?" She repeated, her voice starting to get a hard edge to it.

"No Summer," he shook his head quickly. "I just thought since we were all friends…we could hang out."

She laughed bitterly. "What? You mean me watch the movie while you make out with Anna, and Coop makes out with Ryan? I don't think so."

He looked visibly disappointed, and much to her dismay, she felt a stab of pity for him as he backed out into the hallway. "OK, fine. I was just asking, being friendly and all."

"Maybe I don't want to be just your friend!" Summer managed to spit out before slamming the door in his face."

"Huh-Summer, Summer come. Let me back in the room. I want to talk to you." She waited until she heard the footsteps go down the stairs, and a car start up before she buried her face into one of her pillows and cried over Seth Ezekiel Cohen for the last time. Or so she thought.

…

"See Cohen?" Summer elbowed her boyfriend. "You really hurt my feelings." She pouted, teasing him. Much to her surprise, Ryan and Seth were laughing and Taylor was smiling.

"That blond tramp? I thought you were friends with Anna, Summer?" Ryan managed to ask through his laughter.

"I was, but you should've seen me when Cohen picked her over me. That's why we had to get that new lamp."

There was silence all around, with Ryan and Taylor looking at Summer with surprised expressions, and Seth with a mix of shock and horror on his face.

"Kidding guys, I was just kidding," Summer laughed, with Taylor and Ryan joining in.

"Did I ever apologize for that? It has to be one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made." Seth gave his girlfriend a small kiss, and then grinned. "Though I did find it kind of funny, you trashing your room."

"OK, ok, if we're done making fun of me I think it's Taylor's turn." Summer grinned at her best friend.

"No!" Taylor groaned, hiding her face in her hands. "You guys, this is embarrassing."

"We know," Summer, Seth, and Ryan said in unison.

"Come on Taylor. Please? For me?" Ryan tried out his best pout on her and it seemed to work.

"Fine. But-"

"No buts."

"Will you just let me talk?"

"Go ahead."