Vanilla.
It was in the air. Everywhere. Seth couldn't avoid it. Nor could he stop smelling it. This scent was driving him nuts.
Mainly because he had no idea who it belonged to.
The curious Seth wanted to find out who this elusive Body Shop-shopper was, but he was wary. It could be Luke, and that would just be bad. But it may be his dream girl. One would never know...
"Cohen!"
Seth was snapped instantly from his Vanilla-Scented heaven to the french-fry scented hallway. He turned abruptly to see Summer waiting impatiently behind him. Oh Joy.
Seth seemed to have graduated from his exaltion of seeing Summer every day. In fact, ever since Anna had vacated, Seth felt somewhat guilty every moment he spent with Summer. Personally, the need to abandon the memories of both was constantly on his mind.
But he'd been the one to launch himself onto the coffee cart and pubicly stake his claim on Summer. And he was too much of a nice guy to break away now. But man, it was getting irritating.
"Hey Summer" Seth said, trying to force some faked joy into his voice. He leaned towards her and placed the customary peck on her cheek. Same old, same old.
Summer was not too impressed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to have worked herself into a snit. Seth could already hear the endless whinging that would ensue. He was well practiced at tuning it out.
"Oh my God, there's this new girl-"
New Girl?
"And she like, totally took my seat in Home Ec!"
Tradgedy.
"And I was like 'Move'! and she was like 'No!'"
Seth shifted his backpack, only picking up snippets of Summer's impending rage. Perhaps this new rival on the popularity battlefield would tear her focus from him for a while, and Seth could find some peace in the solidarity of his comic books and video games. Again, Seth was snapped from his day dreams, this time by a stinging slap to his forearm.
"Ow! Summer!" Seth rubbed his arm, wincing. Summer was strong when she wanted to be. She had the bitch-slap thing down pat. And Seth was sensitive.
"Cohen! You aren't even listening to me!"
"Yes, I am. New Girl, she stole your seat, it's a horrible thing. See?"
"Whatever. I'll see you after school." And with that, Summer took off in a gust of musky perfume, her falsley cheery exterior put on for the people who really mattered.
But she didn't smell like vanilla. Seth could smell it again. Fainter this time, but it was still there. He had to find this mystery girl.
It was in the air. Everywhere. Seth couldn't avoid it. Nor could he stop smelling it. This scent was driving him nuts.
Mainly because he had no idea who it belonged to.
The curious Seth wanted to find out who this elusive Body Shop-shopper was, but he was wary. It could be Luke, and that would just be bad. But it may be his dream girl. One would never know...
"Cohen!"
Seth was snapped instantly from his Vanilla-Scented heaven to the french-fry scented hallway. He turned abruptly to see Summer waiting impatiently behind him. Oh Joy.
Seth seemed to have graduated from his exaltion of seeing Summer every day. In fact, ever since Anna had vacated, Seth felt somewhat guilty every moment he spent with Summer. Personally, the need to abandon the memories of both was constantly on his mind.
But he'd been the one to launch himself onto the coffee cart and pubicly stake his claim on Summer. And he was too much of a nice guy to break away now. But man, it was getting irritating.
"Hey Summer" Seth said, trying to force some faked joy into his voice. He leaned towards her and placed the customary peck on her cheek. Same old, same old.
Summer was not too impressed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to have worked herself into a snit. Seth could already hear the endless whinging that would ensue. He was well practiced at tuning it out.
"Oh my God, there's this new girl-"
New Girl?
"And she like, totally took my seat in Home Ec!"
Tradgedy.
"And I was like 'Move'! and she was like 'No!'"
Seth shifted his backpack, only picking up snippets of Summer's impending rage. Perhaps this new rival on the popularity battlefield would tear her focus from him for a while, and Seth could find some peace in the solidarity of his comic books and video games. Again, Seth was snapped from his day dreams, this time by a stinging slap to his forearm.
"Ow! Summer!" Seth rubbed his arm, wincing. Summer was strong when she wanted to be. She had the bitch-slap thing down pat. And Seth was sensitive.
"Cohen! You aren't even listening to me!"
"Yes, I am. New Girl, she stole your seat, it's a horrible thing. See?"
"Whatever. I'll see you after school." And with that, Summer took off in a gust of musky perfume, her falsley cheery exterior put on for the people who really mattered.
But she didn't smell like vanilla. Seth could smell it again. Fainter this time, but it was still there. He had to find this mystery girl.
