A/N: We're getting down to the end with this story. Enjoy it.
A/N 2: Sorry about the weird formatting. I had issues.
Chapter 11:
"Anna!" She was halfway down the hall when Marissa called out.
"Hey Marissa," Anna pivoted, but didn't walk towards the other girl. Enough
time had passed since school let out that the hallway was deserted. "What's
up?"
"You and Ryan," Marissa stated approaching the other girl. "Summer told
me."
"Okay."
"Do you really think he loves you?" Marissa asked cruelly. "He doesn't.
You're just a rebound, a poor excuse for me." Anna laughed.
"Right."
"You don't believe me? Then answer me this Anna; if Ryan's all
truly-madly-deeply about you, then why did he fuck Theresa?" Marissa
demanded.
"It's complicated."
"Bullshit. He's using you."
"Why do you care? It's not like you're looking out for me," Anna noted.
"What's the point?"
"I'm warning you Anna, don't get too attached to him. I love Ryan and he
loves me."
"That isn't love," Anna scoffed, "That's pity."
Marissa stiffened and took a step towards Anna.
"What are you going to do? Hit me?" Marissa's fist connected with Anna's
right cheekbone. Anna slapped her right back.
The girls grabbed fistfuls of each other's hair. They scratched and clawed
and eventually Anna gained the upper-hand, using her height to her
advantage. When at last the opportunity arose, Anna gracefully got up,
stepped over Marissa and walked away.
Anna drove to the Cohen's almost without thinking. Marissa's words echoed
in her ears.
Why did he fuck Theresa?
"Anna?" Ryan seemed surprised to see her at his door, red faced and
disheveled.
She kissed him hard.
"Hello Anna,"
"Shut up," she growled, forcing her way into the pool house as she kissed
him. She pulled off Ryan's shirt and then her own.
"Anna, what's-"
Anna pushed Ryan onto his bead and shimmied out of her skirt. She crawled
onto him and kissed him passionately, melting as he reciprocated. Ryan
kissed her neck tenderly and the affection of the gesture shook Anna's
composure. She bit him and the bit of aggression was all Ryan needed. He
flipped them both and without preamble thrust into Anna.
She tried to enjoy his strength, the feeling of his skin on hers. She
settled for biting the inside of her lip and trying not to cry.
He should have been thrilled by his girlfriend randomly forcing herself on
him. Somehow though, the sight of her still and submissive left him less
than satisfied.
It was over as quickly as it began.
Ryan pulled her into his arms. She clung to him.
"What the hell was that?" Ryan asked half-angry.
"Why did you fuck Theresa?" The words came out of Anna's mouth
unintentionally. Ryan released her from his arms in surprise. He raised
himself on an elbow and watched her curiously.
"I keep telling myself that it doesn't matter, but it does. I need to know
Ryan, why?" Anna demanded. She moved away as Ryan reached for her.
Ryan needed to touch her, to wrap her in his arms as he attempted to
explain. Ryan grasped her hand, Anna tried to pull it away.
"Anna." She stopped struggling. Ryan stared at her hand, traced the lines
of her palm.
"Ryan. Just tell me," Anna's voice was cold.
"I'm scared to death of you," Ryan stated. "You disorient me. I don't know
who I am when I'm with you. I don't know who you are when you aren't with
me. I'm not good at not-knowing.
I was falling in love with you when Theresa came back. I know Theresa.
She's predictable, mostly, stable, very, very familiar. You scare me and
Theresa reassures me.
Why did I fuck Theresa? Because she's comfortable, familiar. With her it's
automatic. With Theresa it meant nothing." As Ryan spoke Anna had crept
closer and closer. Now that she's close enough Ryan pulls her into his arms.
She winces but doesn't pull away. Ryan sees a had shaped bruise forming
around her upper arm.
"Oh god. Anna did I?..." Ryan's voice is full of horror.
"No," Anna says softly before kissing him. If she'd had any lingering
doubts about him they are erased by the fear in Ryan's voice.
"No? Then what happened?" Ryan's voice still full of concern.
"Run in with Marissa," Anna muttered. Now that he looks, Ryan can see the
signs of a fight on Anna's body.
He kisses a scratch above Anna's left eye, and the purplish bruise on her
cheekbone.
"She bit you?" Ryan stared at the bite mark on Anna's neck.
"Yeah, but that wasn't her. That was you. The other night? In the car?"
Anna reminded him. Ryan kissed the injury anyway.
He kissed a series of horizontal scratches on Anna's chest, and vertical
ones down her left arm.
Ryan kissed each of the four bruises blooming on Anna's abdomen, and her
bruised arm. Ryan tenderly touches the bite marks scattered around Anna's
right forearm, and kisses her bruised fist.
"Anna," he chided, shaking his head. He hates seeing her hurt.
A sudden knock at the pool house door sent Anna to the bathroom with her
clothes.
"Yeah?" Ryan asked, pulling up his jeans.
"It's me," Seth poked his head into the room. "Summer's here. We just
wanted to find out if you and Anna wanted to watch a- Jesus, Anna!" The
bruises and scrapes have started to show in the few hours that have elapsed
since the fight. "What happened to you?"
"Marissa."
"Cohen what's taking so- Anna," Summer walked into the pool house.
"I'm sorry Summer," Anna apologized. Summer didn't blink an eye.
"Who started it?"
"Marissa. Well, no, actually. She started getting aggressive and I asked
her if she was going to hit me," Anna shrugged. "Turns out the answer was
yes."
"If it's any consolation, Marissa looks worse?" Summer offered.
"Is she alright? How's the bite on her wrist?" Anna asked in concern.
"You bit Marissa Cooper?" Seth asked in disbelief. "Where am I when all the
exciting stuff happens? Was there jello? 'Cause I'm thinking green jello
would have been hot."
"Cohen!" Summer smacked the back of Seth's head. "Marissa's bite is fine.
What about you? She implied that she'd chewed you up pretty bad."
Anna displayed a series of bites on her right arm.
"So who won?" Seth asked with a grin. Anna wrapped her arms around Ryan.
"Well, I got the guy."
A/N 2: Sorry about the weird formatting. I had issues.
Chapter 11:
"Anna!" She was halfway down the hall when Marissa called out.
"Hey Marissa," Anna pivoted, but didn't walk towards the other girl. Enough
time had passed since school let out that the hallway was deserted. "What's
up?"
"You and Ryan," Marissa stated approaching the other girl. "Summer told
me."
"Okay."
"Do you really think he loves you?" Marissa asked cruelly. "He doesn't.
You're just a rebound, a poor excuse for me." Anna laughed.
"Right."
"You don't believe me? Then answer me this Anna; if Ryan's all
truly-madly-deeply about you, then why did he fuck Theresa?" Marissa
demanded.
"It's complicated."
"Bullshit. He's using you."
"Why do you care? It's not like you're looking out for me," Anna noted.
"What's the point?"
"I'm warning you Anna, don't get too attached to him. I love Ryan and he
loves me."
"That isn't love," Anna scoffed, "That's pity."
Marissa stiffened and took a step towards Anna.
"What are you going to do? Hit me?" Marissa's fist connected with Anna's
right cheekbone. Anna slapped her right back.
The girls grabbed fistfuls of each other's hair. They scratched and clawed
and eventually Anna gained the upper-hand, using her height to her
advantage. When at last the opportunity arose, Anna gracefully got up,
stepped over Marissa and walked away.
Anna drove to the Cohen's almost without thinking. Marissa's words echoed
in her ears.
Why did he fuck Theresa?
"Anna?" Ryan seemed surprised to see her at his door, red faced and
disheveled.
She kissed him hard.
"Hello Anna,"
"Shut up," she growled, forcing her way into the pool house as she kissed
him. She pulled off Ryan's shirt and then her own.
"Anna, what's-"
Anna pushed Ryan onto his bead and shimmied out of her skirt. She crawled
onto him and kissed him passionately, melting as he reciprocated. Ryan
kissed her neck tenderly and the affection of the gesture shook Anna's
composure. She bit him and the bit of aggression was all Ryan needed. He
flipped them both and without preamble thrust into Anna.
She tried to enjoy his strength, the feeling of his skin on hers. She
settled for biting the inside of her lip and trying not to cry.
He should have been thrilled by his girlfriend randomly forcing herself on
him. Somehow though, the sight of her still and submissive left him less
than satisfied.
It was over as quickly as it began.
Ryan pulled her into his arms. She clung to him.
"What the hell was that?" Ryan asked half-angry.
"Why did you fuck Theresa?" The words came out of Anna's mouth
unintentionally. Ryan released her from his arms in surprise. He raised
himself on an elbow and watched her curiously.
"I keep telling myself that it doesn't matter, but it does. I need to know
Ryan, why?" Anna demanded. She moved away as Ryan reached for her.
Ryan needed to touch her, to wrap her in his arms as he attempted to
explain. Ryan grasped her hand, Anna tried to pull it away.
"Anna." She stopped struggling. Ryan stared at her hand, traced the lines
of her palm.
"Ryan. Just tell me," Anna's voice was cold.
"I'm scared to death of you," Ryan stated. "You disorient me. I don't know
who I am when I'm with you. I don't know who you are when you aren't with
me. I'm not good at not-knowing.
I was falling in love with you when Theresa came back. I know Theresa.
She's predictable, mostly, stable, very, very familiar. You scare me and
Theresa reassures me.
Why did I fuck Theresa? Because she's comfortable, familiar. With her it's
automatic. With Theresa it meant nothing." As Ryan spoke Anna had crept
closer and closer. Now that she's close enough Ryan pulls her into his arms.
She winces but doesn't pull away. Ryan sees a had shaped bruise forming
around her upper arm.
"Oh god. Anna did I?..." Ryan's voice is full of horror.
"No," Anna says softly before kissing him. If she'd had any lingering
doubts about him they are erased by the fear in Ryan's voice.
"No? Then what happened?" Ryan's voice still full of concern.
"Run in with Marissa," Anna muttered. Now that he looks, Ryan can see the
signs of a fight on Anna's body.
He kisses a scratch above Anna's left eye, and the purplish bruise on her
cheekbone.
"She bit you?" Ryan stared at the bite mark on Anna's neck.
"Yeah, but that wasn't her. That was you. The other night? In the car?"
Anna reminded him. Ryan kissed the injury anyway.
He kissed a series of horizontal scratches on Anna's chest, and vertical
ones down her left arm.
Ryan kissed each of the four bruises blooming on Anna's abdomen, and her
bruised arm. Ryan tenderly touches the bite marks scattered around Anna's
right forearm, and kisses her bruised fist.
"Anna," he chided, shaking his head. He hates seeing her hurt.
A sudden knock at the pool house door sent Anna to the bathroom with her
clothes.
"Yeah?" Ryan asked, pulling up his jeans.
"It's me," Seth poked his head into the room. "Summer's here. We just
wanted to find out if you and Anna wanted to watch a- Jesus, Anna!" The
bruises and scrapes have started to show in the few hours that have elapsed
since the fight. "What happened to you?"
"Marissa."
"Cohen what's taking so- Anna," Summer walked into the pool house.
"I'm sorry Summer," Anna apologized. Summer didn't blink an eye.
"Who started it?"
"Marissa. Well, no, actually. She started getting aggressive and I asked
her if she was going to hit me," Anna shrugged. "Turns out the answer was
yes."
"If it's any consolation, Marissa looks worse?" Summer offered.
"Is she alright? How's the bite on her wrist?" Anna asked in concern.
"You bit Marissa Cooper?" Seth asked in disbelief. "Where am I when all the
exciting stuff happens? Was there jello? 'Cause I'm thinking green jello
would have been hot."
"Cohen!" Summer smacked the back of Seth's head. "Marissa's bite is fine.
What about you? She implied that she'd chewed you up pretty bad."
Anna displayed a series of bites on her right arm.
"So who won?" Seth asked with a grin. Anna wrapped her arms around Ryan.
"Well, I got the guy."