*OK, new chapter up. Please review. I don't own any of the characters or anything

like that. But I do love the show and I *heart* Adam Brody's Jew fro!*

The Newport students walked into Saboarme (*means taste me in Spanish, funny

how you remember the dirty stuff in Spanish more than the normal stuff*). It was a lot

more oriented to the American teenager and featured a free shot for every four you

ordered. Half naked girls in bikinis and flashing lights. Real classy place.

"Hola Mexico!" Holly yelled, still a little tipsy from her six and a half beer, as

they entered the club.

"Ugh, shut her up," Summer muttered to Seth.

"Is there a cord I can pull or like a switch I can flip?"

"No, but there is a bottle of water over there. Maybe if you poured it on her,

she'd melt and then she'd definitely shut up!"

"Huhhuh. Good one. So go with them and get a table. I'll get your drink. What

do you want? Cherry Coke and Bacardi?"

"Yeah, thanks!" she yelled back.

When Seth arrived back to the table they had found, Summer was busy chatting

with Marissa.

"Thanks Sethy," she said.

"Shit! What in the hell was that?" she asked herself.

"Shit. What did she say?" Seth thought.

"Sethy?" Marissa giggled into Summer's ear.

"It was just a slip. Sorry, Seth," she said.

"It's.uh.fine. Really," he said sitting down by Ryan.

"Are you sure that it wasn't a Freudian slip?" Marissa asked.

"Yes, I am, as a matter of fact," she snapped.

Later in the night, it was just Ryan, Summer, and Seth sitting at the table. Luke

and Marissa were dancing. Norland and Bryce were God knows where, probably

molesting some poor Mexican girl. And Holly was grinding with a guy she had met three

minutes prior. As the strains of Chingy's Right Thur faded, Summer heard her favorite

dance song boom over the system.

"OK Cohen," she said, "This is my fave song to dance to. So you better listen to

instruction, and shake your tail feathers."

"You gonna be OK, buddy?" Seth asked Ryan.

"Yeah. Have fun."

"Oh, you know I will," he mouthed.

Marissa watched Ryan all night while she was dancing.

"He looks so lonely," she thought.

"Hey Luke?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can I dance with Ryan? He looks so lonely."

"I don't know..."

"I really think he needs some cheering up."

"Oh, don't worry, you dancing with him will cheer him up!"

"Come on...just once dance."

"Alright. OK."

Marissa walked over to the table where Ryan was sitting.

"Come on Mr. Mopey! Let's dance!"

"Will Luke be OK.?"

"Yup. Come on!"

They made their way on to the dance floor and started dancing. Marissa saw

Luke go over to Holly and ask her to dance.

"Oh how sweet," she thought, "What a gentleman. It is so nice of him to ask her

to dance with him when she has no one to dance with."

"Come on Holly. Let's dance," Luke said, making his way to the table.

"Alright," she said.

They made their way to the far corner of the dance floor, on the opposite side

from Ryan and Marissa. They started dancing, grinding more provocatively with each

note.

"God, Holly! You just do this to me!"

"I know. Listen, I got an extra room because Summer and Marissa were being

]bitches. Come there after everyone is asleep," she whispered in his ear.

"OK," he nodded as the song ended.

Then they parted, as if it had just been a casual dance between friends.

"You are such a good dancer, Ryan!" Marissa yelled.

"Thanks Marissa, but we'd better stop. Luke will kick my ass if we dance any

longer."

"Oh, OK," she laughed.

Ryan sat back down at the table, where a flushed Holly later joined him.

"Hey dude. You havin' fun?" she drunkenly slurred.

"Oh yeah," he said sardonically, "I'm having the time of my life."

"Whooh," Marissa said, sitting down, "I am dead! Dancing really tires you out."

"Yeah, I guess. You ready to go?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah. I will prolly fall asleep on my feet if we don't leave soon."

"OK, let's find the rest and get out of here!"

They all packed into the car and Seth drove home once again. Holly and Luke

were sitting in the front, while Marissa was lying in Summer's lap, asleep. Seth was

raptly listening to Summer talk about some club she had been to in Miami. Both Bryce

and Norland were passed out. Ryan was the only one who saw what happened next. If

he had more than one beer that night, he would of thought that it was a dream. But what

he saw was real. He saw Luke slowly slide his hand along the inside of Holly's thigh.

And that single gesture made Ryan's blood boil.

*So what's gonna happen to Newport's power couple? Well, it is the same thing

that happens in The Escape so if you have seen it, you know. And if you haven't

, then shame on you and you'll just have to wait (jkin.) Also, I think I have thought

of an idea for how Marissa finds out Luke is cheating on her and it is a little like the

show, so unless y'all give me some really good ideas (which you really might) I am

prolly gonna use it. So please review and keep posting because nothing makes my

day better than a posting of my fave story (and since this is your fave story, nothing

should make you happier.just kidding! You prolly all hate this story. You are

just reading it to try and placate the insane write.) But you are doing an excellent

job by the way! REVIEW!*