If hell was a place on earth, Brown would be it. Summer had been there for almost a week and she already detested it. She hated the people, the teachers, and the weather. Every class she attended, she almost fell asleep in. The teachers were boring, the students were boring, and everything about Brown was boring. She found herself alone on Friday, one of the first Friday's she had ever been alone on, talking to Marisa.

"I just don't understand these people, Coop. They act like they're better than me just because they shop at J.Crew. Excuse me; I shop at Marc Jacobs and Neiman Marcus. I think that's a whole lot better than looking like a preppy slut!" Summer whined into the phone.

"Sum, don't let it get to you. It's probably not as bad as you're making it. Just give them some time to know you and they'll probably wind up falling in love with you," Marissa responded while filing her nails.

"Oh, you would be surprised. There was an elevator, but no one told me that. My room was on the first floor, but no one told me that. Everyone here thinks that they're better than everyone else because their dad is a congressman or something. Whatever."

"Sum, don't let it bother you that much. Anyway, I gotta go. There's a huge party tonight, I can't miss it."

"Fine, I'll just sit in my room alone. Maybe I'll take up scrapbooking. Bye Coop."

"Bye Sum."

Summer removed the phone from her ear and gently set it down. She sighed for a moment before dropping her head on the pillow. She wasn't tired, but she didn't know what else to do. She lay on the bed staring at the wall trying to see what shapes she could make out of the cinderblock walls. So far she made a square and a rectangle. Summer was bored out of her mind, she heard about a party that was a couple of doors down. She knew about it from Claire, who had made her usual Martha Stewart-esque look ever sluttier.

Summer got up from her bed and made her way towards the window to have a look around the courtyard in front of her. She saw all the happy college students who were walking around with red cups in their hands. Most of them were too drunk to walk, but she noticed some of them could retain their balance. She laughed a little at the sight of some of them tumbling to the ground. She never thought in a million years that she would be the ones laughing at all the drunk college students, she though she was supposed to be the drunk college student.

Summer stepped away from the window and went back to lying on her bed. She had a huge Western Civilization test in the morning, but she wasn't in the mood for studying. She looked around her room, basically pleading at her walls for something to happen. She was bored, and Summer Roberts had never been bored in her entire life.

She quickly grabbed her purse and began to make her way towards the various coffee stands that dotted the outside of Brown. She slowly walked out of the building, hoping to take more time to get there. She was willing to do anything to pass the time quickly. She ordered her hot cup of coffee and paid the employee. She made her way to one of the tables and sat down by herself, being by herself was something she had grown accustomed to. She took out her iPod and shoved the earphones into her ears, hoping to drown out the giggles of the sorority girls.

Just as she was starting to listen to song she felt a tapping on her shoulder. She turned around to see that it was none other than the guy she had run into earlier at her first day at Brown.

"Can I help you?" she asked the guy, pointing to the earphones lodged in her ears.

"I thought I'd seen you before, and it looks like I'm right. So are you still helpless like you were earlier?" he retorted with a satisfied grin on his face.

"I was never helpless; I simply wanted someone to help me carry my suitcases. But, it was obviously too big of a task for you, it's not my fault that you don't have any upper body strength," she smiled, happy with the comeback she made.

"I have upper body strength. I've played rugby since I was about, let's say, six," he smirked; he wouldn't be able to crack this girl as easily as he thought he would.

"Am I supposed to be impressed? Because you are definitely not doing the job, can you please leave?"

The man did not seem to get her message as he pulled out one of the chairs at the table and sat down. Summer didn't say anything; she merely cocked her eyebrows and rolled her eyes.

"So I know you're from California, is there anything else I need to know about you?" he asked, his eyes fixed on her.

"Nope," her eyes never left her iPod.

"Ah, I see someone is playing hard to get."

"Or maybe it's that I don't like you. I have to go study, or something. I just have to do anything to get away from you."

"Will it make you feel better if I say that I'm sorry for not helping you carry your suitcase?"

"Maybe, but don't count on it," she smirked, finally looking at him.

"Well, I am sorry for not helping you carry your enormous load of suitcases to your dorm. I was a bit distracted seeing as I was talking to my father. But I apologize for acting like a bastard. Will you please forgive me?"

She rolled her eyes at his plead for forgiveness, "Fine, but one screw up and you are back on my bad side mister."

"So," he eyed her up and down," what exactly is your name, or do you just not have one?"

Her eyes locked with the blonde boy for a moment, "It's Summer."

He held out his hand for her to shake, "Well my name is Winchester, but all my friends for some reason like to call me Che."

"Well, Che, even though we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot, it is very nice to meet you."

"Oh, believe me Summer, the pleasure is all mine. But, I have some studying to do, so I will see you around?"

"Sure," she waved her hand and he was off. Something about the way he said "Summer the pleasure is all mine" was fishy. It was like he said it almost with hidden intentions. Just as she placed the earphones gently back in her ears, she felt another happing on her shoulders.

"What!" she snapped as she turned around, only to see Seth behind her.

"Whoa, sorry, obviously you're one of those very angry coffee drinkers," he said with his hands raised in the air.

"No, sorry, I just had a really weird encounter with someone," she said as she took the earphones out of her ears once more.

"I saw," she looked at him ", I wasn't stalking you. I just happened to be paying for my coffee and I just watched the events unfold."

"Oh," she blushed a little from her embarrassment.

"So Che, huh? You better watch out, that guy is bad news."

"Who knows, maybe I need to give him a chance," she looked at Seth as she took a sip from her coffee.

"Just some advice, don't believe everything he tells you, okay?"

She rolled her eyes at his comment," You barley even know me, and you're already concerned for me? That's cute."

"Ah, a lot of girls say that about me. The cute part, I mean. It is both a blessing and a curse," he said as he tried to flatten his mess of curls on his head.

She laughed at his comment. "Well," she looked at her watch, "I better get going. I have an early class plus a test I really need to study for."

She got up to leave, but Seth grabbed her wrist just as she was about to leave, "Wait," he said to her.

He held out his palm and she looked at him with a puzzled glance, "What do you want Seth? I really need to go," she giggled, trying her best to pull away from him.

"Let me see your iPod, you know you can tell a lot about a person by what they're listening to," he asked as she handed it too him.

"The Beatles, huh?" he asked glancing at the screen.

"It felt appropriate," she shrugged.

"So do you ever think of me and sing 'I wanna hold your hand?'"

"Not a chance," she laughed.

"I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place, Where we just met…" he began to sing in an off-pitch tone.

Summer laughed at his singing," So do you sing that about me?"

"All the time," he laughed.

"Well, Seth, I have to go as I told you before. I guess I'll see you when I see you."

"Right back at you," he replied.

He stood in the same spot, holding his cup of coffee, and watching Summer walk away. The entire time he watched her he couldn't help but have a smile on his face. That girl was definitely different than anyone he had ever met.

"…She's just the girl for me, and I want all the world to see we've met," he sung softly under his breath, hoping no one would here him.