As always, muchos gracias for the reviews! I wrote pieces of this chapter
in my economics class, which in turn got me singing 'California' by Phantom
Planet during my sociology class... not that it matters.... Anyway, enjoy!
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Seth pulled into the driveway, and Ryan mumbled something about going for a walk. Marissa joined him, and Summer saw her grab his hand (or was it the other way around?) as they headed towards the beach. She glanced at Seth to see if he had noticed. He had.
"Maybe now they'll get somewhere," he said, shaking his head and taking her hand. They walked into the kitchen, where Sandy was sitting on the counter, eating pretzel sticks and drinking orange juice. He worked at home a lot.
"Ah, the glamorous life of the lawyer," Seth commented, grabbing a handful. "Newport's finest. Dad, you remember Summer."
"Of course. Hi Summer. I'll... leave you two alone... to hang out... without me." He shot Seth a pointed grin, who in turn rolled his eyes.
"I definitely know where I get my nerdy side," Seth sighed, opening the fridge. "Are you hungry or anything?"
"I swear, are you always eating?" She tried to send him a disapproving look.
"Pretty much." He poured himself a glass of cherry Coke with crushed ice.
"Make that two," she decided. He complied, and they drifted into the living room. "I'm going to go change," she said, grabbing her backpack.
"You brought a change of clothes?"
"I thought ahead." She slipped into the bathroom and he took off his jacket, not bothering to change. He sifted through some dvds, wondering if Summer was in a movie mood. She emerged wearing shorts and a tank top.
"You just love to torture me, don't you?" He asked.
"Sometimes." She strolled over to him and gave him a small kiss. "So what are we doing?" She spotted the movies, her face lighting up. "Ferris Bueller!"
"Classic."
"Plus, Matthew Broderick is too cute." She settled on to the couch as he popped in the movie. He sat close to her, his arm around her. She leaned into him and draped one of her legs over his.
"Hey, I could be as cool as Ferris Bueller." He traced a pattern on her knee with his finger.
"You think?" She turned her head to face him.
"Sure. I've already got the mopey best friend and the hot girl. All I need is that leopard print sweater vest, a song or two in the town parade, and an authoritative enemy. I think I can swing it."
"I don't know, Cohen. I think you lack that rebellious streak. You know, wild, spontaneous."
They looked at each other silently for a moment before his mouth was on hers, pushing her down onto the couch. She quickly recovered from her shock, warming up to him. He stretched out on top of her, careful not to crush her. She dug her nails slightly into the back of his neck, feeling overwhelmed as he continually deepened the kiss.
After a while he pulled back, catching his breath. "Now what do you think?"
"No thinking." She moved her hands up to the back of his head, bringing him close and kissing the corners of his mouth.
"I'm thinking," Seth pulled back. "That my dad is in the next room."
She ignored him, playing at his lips with hers.
Seth gave her a kiss, then pulled himself up. She sat up against him.
"Hey guys!" Marissa and Ryan entered the living room.
"Good timing." Summer sighed leaned her head on his shoulder.
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Seth could feel his mouth dry up, his lips turn sticky, and his palms sweat. He was breathing a little unevenly.
Summer didn't know that, but she could tell something was going on. Across the hall Josh and Micah, two guys who thought they were God's gift, were talking to Seth. The two were laughing, and Seth was probably trying to make a smart-aleck remark and get the hell out of there. He started to walk away, but Josh caught his arm. Summer strode over.
"Hey sexy," Micah lifted an eyebrow and swept his eyes over her. Seth was considering pounding that cocky expression off of his face when Summer spoke.
"Hi Micah." She grinned. "Josh." She shot him a smile. "Seth." She turned towards him and grabbed his tie, pulling him into a kiss. She slipped her arm through his. "So what are we talking about?" She asked casually.
"Charity case, Summer?" Josh said scornfully.
She ignored him. "Seth, let's go." She gave them both a look before turning and walking with him.
"I shouldn't need you to rescue me," Seth muttered, feeling flustered and embarrassed and slightly relieved at the same time.
"You don't," she informed him lightly. "I just wanted an excuse to kiss you."
They joined Marissa and Ryan at a table, across the lunchroom from where they had sat the day before.
"Seth?" Ryan looked like he was trying to hold back a burst of laughter.
"Ryan?"
"You have, some, uh..." Ryan motioned to his lips.
"Lipstick." Marissa giggled.
"I don't see any," Summer frowned. She kissed him and pulled back, her expression serious. "Okay, now you have some." She used her thumb to wipe it off.
"Anyway," Marissa rolled her eyes. "Does anyone else have homework yet? Because all my teachers have decided to pile it on."
"English," Seth supplied.
"Biology," Ryan jumped in.
"I have math," Summer groaned, reapplying her lipstick. "I hate it."
"Maybe it would be more enjoyable if we did homework at my house," Seth offered.
"Slick, Cohen."
"No, really," he laughed.
"Fine, fine. But you can't distract me."
"No problem. Scout's honor. I can read my book for English."
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Summer furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. Her dark hair fell into her face, and she sucked on her bottom lip. Seth couldn't get over how cute she looked.
"Problems?" He leaned over and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"No. Go back to your side of the bed." She attacked her paper with an eraser, not looking up.
Summer had been working on her homework for about half an hour; Seth had been pretending to read his book. He had somehow convinced his dad to let them study in his room, probably only because Sandy was too busy giving Seth a thumbs up sign and another goofy grin.
He stretched out his legs and leaned back, resting on his elbows. He didn't bother picking up his book.
"You know, it's really sexy when you do logarithms," he said, watching her.
"Hmm." She frowned again and glared at her paper.
"If you need some help, I'm not bad at math," he tried.
"Uh huh." More scribbling.
"I made out with my history teacher today. It was hot."
She finally looked up. "Cohen, whatever happened to your 'scout's honor' promise?"
"I dropped out of Boy Scouts in second grade. I had a few badges, though."
"Don't you have a book to read?"
"I've already read it," he said, picking up 'Catcher in the Rye' and tossing it carelessly on the floor. "Twice."
"Well, mister overachiever," she said, looking back at her textbook, "Not all of us are practically guaranteed A's. Let me work."
He stayed quiet for a moment. A brief moment. "Do you think this shirt looks okay? I like it a lot, but I don't know if it looks alright on me. The pants are good, I'm fine with the pants, but the shirt is what I'm wondering about. I-"
"Seth." She said his name without looking up.
"Yes, love?"
She gave in, crawling to his side of the bed, where he was still resting on his elbows. "Here's the thing," she said, placing her arms on either side of his body and resting her palms on the bed. "I have a quiz tomorrow, and you're adorable, but this needs to get done."
"Feisty," he murmured, noting the way she was trapping him and the closeness of her face to his.
"Not feisty," she corrected, placing a finger on his lips. "Just in need of an A. You, buddy, are not helping."
Undaunted, he began kissing her finger, his eyes on her.
"Okay," she smiled despite herself. "A few minutes of undivided attention, then homework time, okay?"
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" He asked, his lips moving against her finger.
She moved her finger down to his chin, pushing him back gently. He wanted attention, he would get attention. Her hands were still on either side of him, and she kissed him slowly, languidly, as though they had all the time in the world.
Seth wasn't sure if this was heaven or hell. She was torturing him, moving so lazily, but it was bliss. She softly sucked on his bottom lip and he felt like he was drowning.
Summer was losing herself a little too, calculations long out of her head. She rolled so that he was on top of her. His hand was stroking the skin of her stomach, and she began to feel lightheaded, wondering what was next. She traced his tongue with hers, feeling the anticipation on both their sides.
Seth was feeling brave when the door opened. He jerked up, his hands to himself, and Summer sat up quickly, her face red. The door was already closed again, though, and Seth prayed that it had been Ryan. There was a knock at the door, and Seth walked to answer it on shaky legs. Summer sat in a desk chair, staring blankly at her textbook and trying to compose herself.
"Hey..." Sandy's eyes darted around. "I was just wondering if Summer was joining us for dinner, actually."
Summer forced herself to looked him in the eye, needing to feel confident. "Sorry, Mr. Cohen, but I'm eating with my father tonight."
"So... studying?" Sandy raised his eyebrows at Seth, but there was no longer a twinkle in his eye, nor was the stare accompanied with a wink or another thumbs up sign.
"Well, yeah..." Seth knew he was in for it, and he prayed that Sandy would wait until Summer was gone.
"I need to be going," Summer materialized next to Seth, holding her books. "I'll see you tomorrow Seth, and thanks for the invite Mr. Cohen." She practically ran out of the house and over to Marissa's.
"So." Sandy eyed his son.
"Yeah."
"Let's talk." Sandy motioned Seth into the living room, and Seth sat down awkwardly. This wasn't exactly something he'd had to discuss with his father before.
"I'm glad you and Summer are friends now," he began slowly.
"My girlfriend. She's my girlfriend, Dad."
"So I've witnessed."
"Right. That."
"Yes, that. Seth, I'm glad that you're happy, but you can't be getting hormonal in the house."
"Right Dad, because we're just going to hold hands until we're married." The combination of Seth's embarrassment and discomfort were making him especially sarcastic and defensive.
"That's not the point," Sandy argued. "I shouldn't have had to walk in on that."
"Fine. Next time we'll wait until nobody's home."
Sandy shot Seth a look for that one.
"We were just kissing, Dad. Nothing else."
"Yet," Sandy added.
"Oh, glad you've become such an expert on my personal life. Well done. I'll bet Summer calls you every night with some gossip, and that's how you know all about our relationship. More than I do, right?"
"What more do I need to know than the fact that you're both sixteen?"
"Thanks for the trust."
"Right now I don't know how much trust you're deserving of."
"Whatever, Dad." Seth just wanted to know if he was getting punished and get it over with. He was tired of talking.
Ryan walked in, surveying the scene quickly with his eyes. He decided to make a quick exit, not thrilled at the prospect of being dragged into anything.
Sandy stood up, eyeing Seth and ignoring Ryan. "I don't appreciate the disrespect, Seth. Don't let it happen again... I mean it." He walked quickly out of the room.
Ryan stared. "Whoa."
"Yeah."
"Should I ask?"
"Summer was over."
"Okay." Ryan waited.
"In my room. My dad decided to come visiting."
"Ooh. Ouch."
"Yeah, not so good."
Seth had always felt close to his parents, and this conflict was new to him. The last thing that he wanted was to become another teenager who took his parents for granted and lost their trust. He wanted to respect them, and the look in his dad's eyes had scared the crap out of him. Seth had a quick vision of being locked in his room for a year before shaking his head, attempting to clear his mind.
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"Your dad hates me." Summer adjusted the phone as she climbed onto her bed.
"He doesn't hate you," Seth argued. "We just caught him off guard... we just have to be careful."
"He hates me," she repeated, not to be outdone.
"It's alright, don't worry. But I have to go read some chapters for English."
"I thought you said you've already read it!"
"Yeah, years ago."
"God, Cohen." She laughed, amused.
"I'll see you tomorrow, love."
"Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams."
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Seth met Summer at the car the next day after school. He groaned melodramatically as he joined her on the hood, waiting for Ryan and Marissa.
"What's wrong with you?" She raised an eyebrow.
"English project," he explained. "One essay for the group, an individual essay, a twenty minute presentation, character analysis, visuals and explanations for the symbols, a comparison of the book to another one, another visual of our choice, and so on."
"Bummer. How long do you have?"
"A few weeks."
"Ugh, that's a lot of group time. I hate working with other people on projects."
"Your way or the highway, right?" He grinned.
"Of course," she agreed. "If only everybody else understood that."
"You're not so tough," he said, taking her hand.
"Try me, Cohen. So who's in your group?"
"Uh, Anna Stern." Seth tried to keep his mannerisms casual as he studied her for a reaction.
"Just Anna."
"Yeah, just her."
"The blonde girl."
"Yeah." Seth felt a little uneasy.
"Your date at the Cotillion."
Seth nodded.
"Why?"
Her questioned surprised him. "What do you mean, 'why?'"
"Why are you working with her?" Summer didn't bother keeping her voice light.
"She's the only person I know in that class," he explained.
"I'm sure she's pleased about that."
Seth had seem that look on Summer's face before. He caught her eye. "I love you," he told her simply.
Summer sat there dumbly.
Love?
She knew that he had liked her for years... but it was still a shock.
A welcome shock.
"I love you too," she realized and said it at the same time, pleased. "I love you," she repeated.
Summer smiled in the moment. She leaned against him, not caring about any accusing eyes or judgmental comments. She loved Seth, she trusted Seth.
She did not, however, love or trust Anna.
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There we go! Okay, I'm getting antsy for the next episode, it's ridiculous! Ahh! Okay, anyway, reviews are fun, as you know, so yeah! I could use some! Not only that, but any ideas are good. I hope you enjoyed reading.
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Seth pulled into the driveway, and Ryan mumbled something about going for a walk. Marissa joined him, and Summer saw her grab his hand (or was it the other way around?) as they headed towards the beach. She glanced at Seth to see if he had noticed. He had.
"Maybe now they'll get somewhere," he said, shaking his head and taking her hand. They walked into the kitchen, where Sandy was sitting on the counter, eating pretzel sticks and drinking orange juice. He worked at home a lot.
"Ah, the glamorous life of the lawyer," Seth commented, grabbing a handful. "Newport's finest. Dad, you remember Summer."
"Of course. Hi Summer. I'll... leave you two alone... to hang out... without me." He shot Seth a pointed grin, who in turn rolled his eyes.
"I definitely know where I get my nerdy side," Seth sighed, opening the fridge. "Are you hungry or anything?"
"I swear, are you always eating?" She tried to send him a disapproving look.
"Pretty much." He poured himself a glass of cherry Coke with crushed ice.
"Make that two," she decided. He complied, and they drifted into the living room. "I'm going to go change," she said, grabbing her backpack.
"You brought a change of clothes?"
"I thought ahead." She slipped into the bathroom and he took off his jacket, not bothering to change. He sifted through some dvds, wondering if Summer was in a movie mood. She emerged wearing shorts and a tank top.
"You just love to torture me, don't you?" He asked.
"Sometimes." She strolled over to him and gave him a small kiss. "So what are we doing?" She spotted the movies, her face lighting up. "Ferris Bueller!"
"Classic."
"Plus, Matthew Broderick is too cute." She settled on to the couch as he popped in the movie. He sat close to her, his arm around her. She leaned into him and draped one of her legs over his.
"Hey, I could be as cool as Ferris Bueller." He traced a pattern on her knee with his finger.
"You think?" She turned her head to face him.
"Sure. I've already got the mopey best friend and the hot girl. All I need is that leopard print sweater vest, a song or two in the town parade, and an authoritative enemy. I think I can swing it."
"I don't know, Cohen. I think you lack that rebellious streak. You know, wild, spontaneous."
They looked at each other silently for a moment before his mouth was on hers, pushing her down onto the couch. She quickly recovered from her shock, warming up to him. He stretched out on top of her, careful not to crush her. She dug her nails slightly into the back of his neck, feeling overwhelmed as he continually deepened the kiss.
After a while he pulled back, catching his breath. "Now what do you think?"
"No thinking." She moved her hands up to the back of his head, bringing him close and kissing the corners of his mouth.
"I'm thinking," Seth pulled back. "That my dad is in the next room."
She ignored him, playing at his lips with hers.
Seth gave her a kiss, then pulled himself up. She sat up against him.
"Hey guys!" Marissa and Ryan entered the living room.
"Good timing." Summer sighed leaned her head on his shoulder.
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Seth could feel his mouth dry up, his lips turn sticky, and his palms sweat. He was breathing a little unevenly.
Summer didn't know that, but she could tell something was going on. Across the hall Josh and Micah, two guys who thought they were God's gift, were talking to Seth. The two were laughing, and Seth was probably trying to make a smart-aleck remark and get the hell out of there. He started to walk away, but Josh caught his arm. Summer strode over.
"Hey sexy," Micah lifted an eyebrow and swept his eyes over her. Seth was considering pounding that cocky expression off of his face when Summer spoke.
"Hi Micah." She grinned. "Josh." She shot him a smile. "Seth." She turned towards him and grabbed his tie, pulling him into a kiss. She slipped her arm through his. "So what are we talking about?" She asked casually.
"Charity case, Summer?" Josh said scornfully.
She ignored him. "Seth, let's go." She gave them both a look before turning and walking with him.
"I shouldn't need you to rescue me," Seth muttered, feeling flustered and embarrassed and slightly relieved at the same time.
"You don't," she informed him lightly. "I just wanted an excuse to kiss you."
They joined Marissa and Ryan at a table, across the lunchroom from where they had sat the day before.
"Seth?" Ryan looked like he was trying to hold back a burst of laughter.
"Ryan?"
"You have, some, uh..." Ryan motioned to his lips.
"Lipstick." Marissa giggled.
"I don't see any," Summer frowned. She kissed him and pulled back, her expression serious. "Okay, now you have some." She used her thumb to wipe it off.
"Anyway," Marissa rolled her eyes. "Does anyone else have homework yet? Because all my teachers have decided to pile it on."
"English," Seth supplied.
"Biology," Ryan jumped in.
"I have math," Summer groaned, reapplying her lipstick. "I hate it."
"Maybe it would be more enjoyable if we did homework at my house," Seth offered.
"Slick, Cohen."
"No, really," he laughed.
"Fine, fine. But you can't distract me."
"No problem. Scout's honor. I can read my book for English."
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Summer furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. Her dark hair fell into her face, and she sucked on her bottom lip. Seth couldn't get over how cute she looked.
"Problems?" He leaned over and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"No. Go back to your side of the bed." She attacked her paper with an eraser, not looking up.
Summer had been working on her homework for about half an hour; Seth had been pretending to read his book. He had somehow convinced his dad to let them study in his room, probably only because Sandy was too busy giving Seth a thumbs up sign and another goofy grin.
He stretched out his legs and leaned back, resting on his elbows. He didn't bother picking up his book.
"You know, it's really sexy when you do logarithms," he said, watching her.
"Hmm." She frowned again and glared at her paper.
"If you need some help, I'm not bad at math," he tried.
"Uh huh." More scribbling.
"I made out with my history teacher today. It was hot."
She finally looked up. "Cohen, whatever happened to your 'scout's honor' promise?"
"I dropped out of Boy Scouts in second grade. I had a few badges, though."
"Don't you have a book to read?"
"I've already read it," he said, picking up 'Catcher in the Rye' and tossing it carelessly on the floor. "Twice."
"Well, mister overachiever," she said, looking back at her textbook, "Not all of us are practically guaranteed A's. Let me work."
He stayed quiet for a moment. A brief moment. "Do you think this shirt looks okay? I like it a lot, but I don't know if it looks alright on me. The pants are good, I'm fine with the pants, but the shirt is what I'm wondering about. I-"
"Seth." She said his name without looking up.
"Yes, love?"
She gave in, crawling to his side of the bed, where he was still resting on his elbows. "Here's the thing," she said, placing her arms on either side of his body and resting her palms on the bed. "I have a quiz tomorrow, and you're adorable, but this needs to get done."
"Feisty," he murmured, noting the way she was trapping him and the closeness of her face to his.
"Not feisty," she corrected, placing a finger on his lips. "Just in need of an A. You, buddy, are not helping."
Undaunted, he began kissing her finger, his eyes on her.
"Okay," she smiled despite herself. "A few minutes of undivided attention, then homework time, okay?"
"You just can't help yourself, can you?" He asked, his lips moving against her finger.
She moved her finger down to his chin, pushing him back gently. He wanted attention, he would get attention. Her hands were still on either side of him, and she kissed him slowly, languidly, as though they had all the time in the world.
Seth wasn't sure if this was heaven or hell. She was torturing him, moving so lazily, but it was bliss. She softly sucked on his bottom lip and he felt like he was drowning.
Summer was losing herself a little too, calculations long out of her head. She rolled so that he was on top of her. His hand was stroking the skin of her stomach, and she began to feel lightheaded, wondering what was next. She traced his tongue with hers, feeling the anticipation on both their sides.
Seth was feeling brave when the door opened. He jerked up, his hands to himself, and Summer sat up quickly, her face red. The door was already closed again, though, and Seth prayed that it had been Ryan. There was a knock at the door, and Seth walked to answer it on shaky legs. Summer sat in a desk chair, staring blankly at her textbook and trying to compose herself.
"Hey..." Sandy's eyes darted around. "I was just wondering if Summer was joining us for dinner, actually."
Summer forced herself to looked him in the eye, needing to feel confident. "Sorry, Mr. Cohen, but I'm eating with my father tonight."
"So... studying?" Sandy raised his eyebrows at Seth, but there was no longer a twinkle in his eye, nor was the stare accompanied with a wink or another thumbs up sign.
"Well, yeah..." Seth knew he was in for it, and he prayed that Sandy would wait until Summer was gone.
"I need to be going," Summer materialized next to Seth, holding her books. "I'll see you tomorrow Seth, and thanks for the invite Mr. Cohen." She practically ran out of the house and over to Marissa's.
"So." Sandy eyed his son.
"Yeah."
"Let's talk." Sandy motioned Seth into the living room, and Seth sat down awkwardly. This wasn't exactly something he'd had to discuss with his father before.
"I'm glad you and Summer are friends now," he began slowly.
"My girlfriend. She's my girlfriend, Dad."
"So I've witnessed."
"Right. That."
"Yes, that. Seth, I'm glad that you're happy, but you can't be getting hormonal in the house."
"Right Dad, because we're just going to hold hands until we're married." The combination of Seth's embarrassment and discomfort were making him especially sarcastic and defensive.
"That's not the point," Sandy argued. "I shouldn't have had to walk in on that."
"Fine. Next time we'll wait until nobody's home."
Sandy shot Seth a look for that one.
"We were just kissing, Dad. Nothing else."
"Yet," Sandy added.
"Oh, glad you've become such an expert on my personal life. Well done. I'll bet Summer calls you every night with some gossip, and that's how you know all about our relationship. More than I do, right?"
"What more do I need to know than the fact that you're both sixteen?"
"Thanks for the trust."
"Right now I don't know how much trust you're deserving of."
"Whatever, Dad." Seth just wanted to know if he was getting punished and get it over with. He was tired of talking.
Ryan walked in, surveying the scene quickly with his eyes. He decided to make a quick exit, not thrilled at the prospect of being dragged into anything.
Sandy stood up, eyeing Seth and ignoring Ryan. "I don't appreciate the disrespect, Seth. Don't let it happen again... I mean it." He walked quickly out of the room.
Ryan stared. "Whoa."
"Yeah."
"Should I ask?"
"Summer was over."
"Okay." Ryan waited.
"In my room. My dad decided to come visiting."
"Ooh. Ouch."
"Yeah, not so good."
Seth had always felt close to his parents, and this conflict was new to him. The last thing that he wanted was to become another teenager who took his parents for granted and lost their trust. He wanted to respect them, and the look in his dad's eyes had scared the crap out of him. Seth had a quick vision of being locked in his room for a year before shaking his head, attempting to clear his mind.
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"Your dad hates me." Summer adjusted the phone as she climbed onto her bed.
"He doesn't hate you," Seth argued. "We just caught him off guard... we just have to be careful."
"He hates me," she repeated, not to be outdone.
"It's alright, don't worry. But I have to go read some chapters for English."
"I thought you said you've already read it!"
"Yeah, years ago."
"God, Cohen." She laughed, amused.
"I'll see you tomorrow, love."
"Goodnight."
"Sweet dreams."
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Seth met Summer at the car the next day after school. He groaned melodramatically as he joined her on the hood, waiting for Ryan and Marissa.
"What's wrong with you?" She raised an eyebrow.
"English project," he explained. "One essay for the group, an individual essay, a twenty minute presentation, character analysis, visuals and explanations for the symbols, a comparison of the book to another one, another visual of our choice, and so on."
"Bummer. How long do you have?"
"A few weeks."
"Ugh, that's a lot of group time. I hate working with other people on projects."
"Your way or the highway, right?" He grinned.
"Of course," she agreed. "If only everybody else understood that."
"You're not so tough," he said, taking her hand.
"Try me, Cohen. So who's in your group?"
"Uh, Anna Stern." Seth tried to keep his mannerisms casual as he studied her for a reaction.
"Just Anna."
"Yeah, just her."
"The blonde girl."
"Yeah." Seth felt a little uneasy.
"Your date at the Cotillion."
Seth nodded.
"Why?"
Her questioned surprised him. "What do you mean, 'why?'"
"Why are you working with her?" Summer didn't bother keeping her voice light.
"She's the only person I know in that class," he explained.
"I'm sure she's pleased about that."
Seth had seem that look on Summer's face before. He caught her eye. "I love you," he told her simply.
Summer sat there dumbly.
Love?
She knew that he had liked her for years... but it was still a shock.
A welcome shock.
"I love you too," she realized and said it at the same time, pleased. "I love you," she repeated.
Summer smiled in the moment. She leaned against him, not caring about any accusing eyes or judgmental comments. She loved Seth, she trusted Seth.
She did not, however, love or trust Anna.
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There we go! Okay, I'm getting antsy for the next episode, it's ridiculous! Ahh! Okay, anyway, reviews are fun, as you know, so yeah! I could use some! Not only that, but any ideas are good. I hope you enjoyed reading.