The rest of the week went on from there. The foursome went to classes,
learned, and did
homework. The polar opposite of their summer, full of partying, booze, and sunbathing.
Summer sat daydreaming of this while her chemistry teacher droned on. Summer had
multiple classes with Seth, although she sat far away from him usually. R and C really
aren't by each other in the alphabet. Chemistry was the only class that she sat near him.
She sat in the third row, fourth seat, and he was second row, fourth seat. Ms. Ponder just
let all the students pick their own seats. Summer defiantly would not have picked where
she was sitting now. She and Marissa had been talking and the bell rang so she had to
haul ass to the lab. And since she was in the AP class with all the geeks they all had
gotten there early to pick out the 'prime seats.' So she was sitting smack dab behind
Seth. On the first day, Seth had turned around to look and the clock and they had stared
straight into each others eyes. The next day, she noticed, he wore a watch. It was now
Friday, last period of the day. The last hour before glorious freedom. Since her parents
were out of town, Summer was going to throw a major school-is-in-but-we-can- still-party
party on Saturday night. Summer was still grappling with the question of: 'To invite
Seth or not to invite Seth.' She knew Marissa had invited Ryan, but that did not mean
that Seth was necessarily going to come. I mean, she wanted him to come, really. But
she didn't want him to make a fool of her...again.
"Come on Sum! I talked to Ryan and he said that Seth would be out sailing now.
Just call his phone and leave a message."
"I can't," Summer said, flopping down on her bed next to Marissa.
"Here," Marissa said, holding up the phone and turning it on, "I'll even dial the
number for you," she said, punching in the number.
"No..."Summer protested.
"It's ringing," Marissa said, thrusting the phone at Summer.
"I can't Ris," she said and then the answering machine picked up.
"Hey, you've reached Seth Cohen's answering machine. I am either not here, or
avoiding someone I don't like. I'll try and get back to you. And if I don't, you'll know
why."
BEEP!
"Hey uh Seth. This is Summer...Roberts...Summer Roberts. I am having a
party this weekend, Saturday night actually. And I was just wondering if you wanted to
come. Ryan is, so...So if you want to come, do. And I guess I'll see you...if you're
coming. And if not, I will see you around. Bye."
*OK, thanks for all the great reviews. That totally sounds like me on an answering
machine, I stutter and repeat myself like 80 times. Keep on reviewing! Only twelve
days!
homework. The polar opposite of their summer, full of partying, booze, and sunbathing.
Summer sat daydreaming of this while her chemistry teacher droned on. Summer had
multiple classes with Seth, although she sat far away from him usually. R and C really
aren't by each other in the alphabet. Chemistry was the only class that she sat near him.
She sat in the third row, fourth seat, and he was second row, fourth seat. Ms. Ponder just
let all the students pick their own seats. Summer defiantly would not have picked where
she was sitting now. She and Marissa had been talking and the bell rang so she had to
haul ass to the lab. And since she was in the AP class with all the geeks they all had
gotten there early to pick out the 'prime seats.' So she was sitting smack dab behind
Seth. On the first day, Seth had turned around to look and the clock and they had stared
straight into each others eyes. The next day, she noticed, he wore a watch. It was now
Friday, last period of the day. The last hour before glorious freedom. Since her parents
were out of town, Summer was going to throw a major school-is-in-but-we-can- still-party
party on Saturday night. Summer was still grappling with the question of: 'To invite
Seth or not to invite Seth.' She knew Marissa had invited Ryan, but that did not mean
that Seth was necessarily going to come. I mean, she wanted him to come, really. But
she didn't want him to make a fool of her...again.
"Come on Sum! I talked to Ryan and he said that Seth would be out sailing now.
Just call his phone and leave a message."
"I can't," Summer said, flopping down on her bed next to Marissa.
"Here," Marissa said, holding up the phone and turning it on, "I'll even dial the
number for you," she said, punching in the number.
"No..."Summer protested.
"It's ringing," Marissa said, thrusting the phone at Summer.
"I can't Ris," she said and then the answering machine picked up.
"Hey, you've reached Seth Cohen's answering machine. I am either not here, or
avoiding someone I don't like. I'll try and get back to you. And if I don't, you'll know
why."
BEEP!
"Hey uh Seth. This is Summer...Roberts...Summer Roberts. I am having a
party this weekend, Saturday night actually. And I was just wondering if you wanted to
come. Ryan is, so...So if you want to come, do. And I guess I'll see you...if you're
coming. And if not, I will see you around. Bye."
*OK, thanks for all the great reviews. That totally sounds like me on an answering
machine, I stutter and repeat myself like 80 times. Keep on reviewing! Only twelve
days!
