What was she going to do about it? Summer kept remembering Marissa's
words the day before as she was attempting to read On The Road. It was her
free period, and she had sat down by her tree, reading and wishfully hoping
a certain dork would come her way.
It was ten minutes into the period and there was no sight, or stench, of Seth Cohen.
"Thirty bucks." His voice boomed out from behind her. She smiled to herself, but quickly hid it when he sat down next to her.
"To get with me? Thirty bucks just won't cut it, Cohen." She smirked as she placed the book down on her lap.
"My jacket, which you sweetly disposed for me, was thirty bucks. You owe me thirty bucks." His eyes lowered, demandingly.
"That jacket wasn't even worth thirty bucks!"
"That's funny, Summer, because that's how much it cost."
"Well, I'm not paying you back." Her voice grew increasingly with anger.
"It's not like I'm asking for a lap dance. Just thirty bucks." She glared at at him. "Put it this way, thirty bucks is like one tenth of what those shoes probably cost." He said, tapping his foot against her heels. She glared him down, without a word, and picked the book back up.
He watched her, tentatively, as she curled some hair behind her ear. This was his chance, to take Marissa's advice. He grabbed the book from her hand.
"I was reading that, Cohen!" She blurted out, slowing herself down at the sight of his passionate eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Summer?" Seth said, leaning in to her. She just glared at him, her eyes a little uneasy and her hands were shaky.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up." He leaned in closer.
Her eyes became full of rage. "Excuse me, Cohen? Who do you think you . . ." And before she knew it, his lips were against hers. It was a slow, deep kiss. She could have called it the best kiss she ever had. Their lips, slowly separated and Seth casually wiped her lip gloss from her lips.
"Later." He said, shakily standing up and walking back into the school.
Summer stood up, frozen and shaky. What just happened?
"He kissed me!" Summer screamed, throwing her fist into a pillow.
"I know!" Marissa squealed.
"What do you mean, you know?" Summer asked, kicking off her shoes and falling back onto Marissa's bed.
"Oh, nothing." Marissa smirked.
"That smirk isn't nothing, Coop!"
"Ok, I might have told Seth to kiss you."
"What?" Summer sat up, enraged. "Why the hell would you do that?"
Marissa backed away a few spaces, just in case Summer decided to throw punches. "You didn't like it?"
"Like it?" Summer sat back, pondering this. "It was amazing, Coop."
"So, what's the problem?" Marissa threw a pillow at her, Summer caught it quickly.
"It's just, well, I'm so sick of playing games with him. I want to know, straight out, what we are."
"So," Marissa said, sitting down next to her. "Ask him."
"Right," She sighed. "Ask him."
"So, you just kissed her and then left her?" Ryan asked, doubting Seth's words. He had been working at the Crab Shack after soccer practice, and Seth came and visited him today.
"Don't act so surprised. Your girlfriend told me to." Seth announced, polishing off the last of his French fries.
"Yeah, I just find it hard to believe she didn't even try to kick you."
"Well, half the reason I left afterwards was because I knew she could g off on me at any second." Seth laughed. "And that's not exactly the type of action I want from Summer."
"Someone's been busy," Marissa chimed, sitting down next to Seth.
"Yup, took your advice."
"I know, Summer's been ranting all day about it." Marissa rolled her eyes.
"Really? What has she been saying? Did she like it, or hate it?" Seth rambled. Marissa put her hands to his lips.
"Silence. Is. Good." She laughed. She had a major headache from Summer's complaints already.
"Sorry," Seth apologized quickly. "I'll just ask her myself, I guess." He fumbled around with the ketchup bottle.
"Good idea." Marissa smiled at Ryan, lifting herself up and kissing him.
"Right," Seth thought out loud. "Ask her."
Seth wasn't sure if Summer would be home, but considering it was a school night and around eight, he couldn't really picture finding her anywhere else. He had skated down to her house, practically an hour ago, but had spent that hour debating whether or not to knock on her door. The house was pretty dark, except a single window, which he decided must be Summer's room. He knew the likelihood of her parents being home, was slim to none. He finally worked up the courage to knock on her door, after rewording exactly what he was going to say a million times.
He heard the door bell ring, and some shuffling, as if someone was running down the stairs. A pause, his heart skipped a few beats and he swayed back and forth waiting for the mansion doors to open. They finally did, and Summer stood on the other end, holding a baseball bat, tightly.
"Seth?" She asked timidly into the dark.
"Um, please don't swing that at me." He managed to get out and stepped inside. She quickly locked the door behind him and placed the baseball bat down on the ground.
"What's with the bat, slugger?" He playfully asked, as she flicked the lights on. Her house was gorgeous and huge. He had never actually been inside, but often wondered what it would look like. Summer, herself, was wearing gray sweatpants and a white tank top, her hair was hastily thrown up into a ponytail, and she had no make up on.
"Just in case." She said. "My parents are on vacation. I don't get many unannounced visitors." She glared at him, walking into another room, which Seth saw was the kitchen. He followed her.
"Thirsty?" She asked, opening her fridge.
"No, thanks." He sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, eyeing her as she poured herself some milk and sat down across from him. Her eyes were red and puffy, just like that other day. "Have you been crying?"
"No." She closed her eyes, breathing in deep. "I haven't had much sleep lately." She paused, watching him. "Big, empty house, you know?"
"Yeah." He said, displaying sympathy in his eyes.
"Listen," Summer began, taking a sip of milk. "I need to ask you something."
"Really, because I need to ask you something too."
"Let me guess, you've been talking to Coop?" Summer laughed.
"Yeah." He laughed as well.
"Well," She made solid eye contact with him. "I want to know what's going on, between us."
"We're friends." Seth said smoothly.
"You kissed me. Friends don't kiss each other, not like that."
"What did you think of the kiss?"
"I," She smiled sweetly. "I thought it was amazing."
"A-mazing?" Seth stuttered slightly, causing Summer to smile. "Well, I always knew I was a good kisser, I just never had anyone to experience it before."
"Get over yourself, Cohen." She laughed and he leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips, quickly. He drew back, where her face was as shocked as it was earlier. She groaned, "Are you going to leave now?"
"Not if you don't want me to." He snapped back.
"I don't want you to." She smiled, grabbing his hand and quickly standing up. "Let's go upstairs."
Seth's eyes bulged at this statement, but he didn't complain and followed Summer up the staircase to her bedroom.
"What do you think Seth and Summer are doing right now?" Marissa asked Ryan, as he locked up the restauraunt.
"They are probably having passionate hot sex." He laughed, grabbing her lightly and kissing her. Marissa laughed along, thinking about this for awhile and paused. "Marissa, I was kidding. They wouldn't. Would they?"
"I wouldn't put it pass Summer."
"Well, Seth isn't that weak. He'll string her along awhile before giving up the goods."
"Is this Seth Cohen we are talking about? Any other girl, and I would agree. But when it comes to the ways of Summer Roberts, Seth is the weakest link. Goodbye." She laughed.
"Very funny. But I highly doubt Summer would even bring Seth up to her bedroom, let alone, sleep with him." He stated, before scooping her up and kissing her again.
It was ten minutes into the period and there was no sight, or stench, of Seth Cohen.
"Thirty bucks." His voice boomed out from behind her. She smiled to herself, but quickly hid it when he sat down next to her.
"To get with me? Thirty bucks just won't cut it, Cohen." She smirked as she placed the book down on her lap.
"My jacket, which you sweetly disposed for me, was thirty bucks. You owe me thirty bucks." His eyes lowered, demandingly.
"That jacket wasn't even worth thirty bucks!"
"That's funny, Summer, because that's how much it cost."
"Well, I'm not paying you back." Her voice grew increasingly with anger.
"It's not like I'm asking for a lap dance. Just thirty bucks." She glared at at him. "Put it this way, thirty bucks is like one tenth of what those shoes probably cost." He said, tapping his foot against her heels. She glared him down, without a word, and picked the book back up.
He watched her, tentatively, as she curled some hair behind her ear. This was his chance, to take Marissa's advice. He grabbed the book from her hand.
"I was reading that, Cohen!" She blurted out, slowing herself down at the sight of his passionate eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Summer?" Seth said, leaning in to her. She just glared at him, her eyes a little uneasy and her hands were shaky.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up." He leaned in closer.
Her eyes became full of rage. "Excuse me, Cohen? Who do you think you . . ." And before she knew it, his lips were against hers. It was a slow, deep kiss. She could have called it the best kiss she ever had. Their lips, slowly separated and Seth casually wiped her lip gloss from her lips.
"Later." He said, shakily standing up and walking back into the school.
Summer stood up, frozen and shaky. What just happened?
"He kissed me!" Summer screamed, throwing her fist into a pillow.
"I know!" Marissa squealed.
"What do you mean, you know?" Summer asked, kicking off her shoes and falling back onto Marissa's bed.
"Oh, nothing." Marissa smirked.
"That smirk isn't nothing, Coop!"
"Ok, I might have told Seth to kiss you."
"What?" Summer sat up, enraged. "Why the hell would you do that?"
Marissa backed away a few spaces, just in case Summer decided to throw punches. "You didn't like it?"
"Like it?" Summer sat back, pondering this. "It was amazing, Coop."
"So, what's the problem?" Marissa threw a pillow at her, Summer caught it quickly.
"It's just, well, I'm so sick of playing games with him. I want to know, straight out, what we are."
"So," Marissa said, sitting down next to her. "Ask him."
"Right," She sighed. "Ask him."
"So, you just kissed her and then left her?" Ryan asked, doubting Seth's words. He had been working at the Crab Shack after soccer practice, and Seth came and visited him today.
"Don't act so surprised. Your girlfriend told me to." Seth announced, polishing off the last of his French fries.
"Yeah, I just find it hard to believe she didn't even try to kick you."
"Well, half the reason I left afterwards was because I knew she could g off on me at any second." Seth laughed. "And that's not exactly the type of action I want from Summer."
"Someone's been busy," Marissa chimed, sitting down next to Seth.
"Yup, took your advice."
"I know, Summer's been ranting all day about it." Marissa rolled her eyes.
"Really? What has she been saying? Did she like it, or hate it?" Seth rambled. Marissa put her hands to his lips.
"Silence. Is. Good." She laughed. She had a major headache from Summer's complaints already.
"Sorry," Seth apologized quickly. "I'll just ask her myself, I guess." He fumbled around with the ketchup bottle.
"Good idea." Marissa smiled at Ryan, lifting herself up and kissing him.
"Right," Seth thought out loud. "Ask her."
Seth wasn't sure if Summer would be home, but considering it was a school night and around eight, he couldn't really picture finding her anywhere else. He had skated down to her house, practically an hour ago, but had spent that hour debating whether or not to knock on her door. The house was pretty dark, except a single window, which he decided must be Summer's room. He knew the likelihood of her parents being home, was slim to none. He finally worked up the courage to knock on her door, after rewording exactly what he was going to say a million times.
He heard the door bell ring, and some shuffling, as if someone was running down the stairs. A pause, his heart skipped a few beats and he swayed back and forth waiting for the mansion doors to open. They finally did, and Summer stood on the other end, holding a baseball bat, tightly.
"Seth?" She asked timidly into the dark.
"Um, please don't swing that at me." He managed to get out and stepped inside. She quickly locked the door behind him and placed the baseball bat down on the ground.
"What's with the bat, slugger?" He playfully asked, as she flicked the lights on. Her house was gorgeous and huge. He had never actually been inside, but often wondered what it would look like. Summer, herself, was wearing gray sweatpants and a white tank top, her hair was hastily thrown up into a ponytail, and she had no make up on.
"Just in case." She said. "My parents are on vacation. I don't get many unannounced visitors." She glared at him, walking into another room, which Seth saw was the kitchen. He followed her.
"Thirsty?" She asked, opening her fridge.
"No, thanks." He sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, eyeing her as she poured herself some milk and sat down across from him. Her eyes were red and puffy, just like that other day. "Have you been crying?"
"No." She closed her eyes, breathing in deep. "I haven't had much sleep lately." She paused, watching him. "Big, empty house, you know?"
"Yeah." He said, displaying sympathy in his eyes.
"Listen," Summer began, taking a sip of milk. "I need to ask you something."
"Really, because I need to ask you something too."
"Let me guess, you've been talking to Coop?" Summer laughed.
"Yeah." He laughed as well.
"Well," She made solid eye contact with him. "I want to know what's going on, between us."
"We're friends." Seth said smoothly.
"You kissed me. Friends don't kiss each other, not like that."
"What did you think of the kiss?"
"I," She smiled sweetly. "I thought it was amazing."
"A-mazing?" Seth stuttered slightly, causing Summer to smile. "Well, I always knew I was a good kisser, I just never had anyone to experience it before."
"Get over yourself, Cohen." She laughed and he leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips, quickly. He drew back, where her face was as shocked as it was earlier. She groaned, "Are you going to leave now?"
"Not if you don't want me to." He snapped back.
"I don't want you to." She smiled, grabbing his hand and quickly standing up. "Let's go upstairs."
Seth's eyes bulged at this statement, but he didn't complain and followed Summer up the staircase to her bedroom.
"What do you think Seth and Summer are doing right now?" Marissa asked Ryan, as he locked up the restauraunt.
"They are probably having passionate hot sex." He laughed, grabbing her lightly and kissing her. Marissa laughed along, thinking about this for awhile and paused. "Marissa, I was kidding. They wouldn't. Would they?"
"I wouldn't put it pass Summer."
"Well, Seth isn't that weak. He'll string her along awhile before giving up the goods."
"Is this Seth Cohen we are talking about? Any other girl, and I would agree. But when it comes to the ways of Summer Roberts, Seth is the weakest link. Goodbye." She laughed.
"Very funny. But I highly doubt Summer would even bring Seth up to her bedroom, let alone, sleep with him." He stated, before scooping her up and kissing her again.