Chapter 12




I really appreciate the reviews so far. Am I really that predictable? Well, most of you guessed correct where my plot was heading. Ok, enough with the small talk.

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"Cindy???" Ryan asked, baffled at the late night call.

"Ryan? Oh my god, I think *sniff* there might be something wrong." Cindy replied, sniffing and blowing her nose into the ear piece.

Ryan was deeply worried. Could it be?... "Are you sure?"

"I don't know! What am I going to do?" Cindy wailed.

"Wait, Cindy, how it could it be possible? I mean its only the day after. Surely, it can vary. Right?" Ryan was suddenly baffled. Only yesterday had they actually done it, and these cycles could vary. It was possible that the if she was truly pregnant, then it might not be his. Who knows? She might be an ubër slut. Quite possible.

 "Oh no Ryan, it's just that, I went to my friend Cammie's house and she was worried that she was pregnant. So we went to this shoddy pharmacy and we bought these tests. And I did it with her, just to comfort her, and mine was positive." Cindy blew her nose again. "It's yours."

Ryan couldn't deal with this. How was he going to be a father? He just started anew with Marissa. He didn't need Cindy and their unborn child. What the hell was he going to do???

"Cindy, just stay out of my life!" Ryan yelled.

"What? Ry—"

"Listen, I'll give you 500 dollars each month. Just stay out of my life."

"What th-?"

"Goodbye." Ryan snapped the cell phone shut.

He walked to his bedroom.

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Summer was standing in the kitchen, with her mouth open. The kitchen was dark, and the moonlight illuminated the room with a silvery glow. She had heard everything. Who the fuck is Cindy?

Summer walked to the couch and sat down. She lay her head down in her hands and pondered. She wanted to go in his room and throw an infamous rage black out. Was it really a good idea? All she wanted was her best friend to be happy. Was it so much to ask? Marissa always had been in a downward spiral ever since Ryan and even though she was famous, she could do a Kurt Cobain and try to commit suicide, again. Summer honestly didn't know what to do. Summer walked back into the bedroom her and Seth shared. She lay her head down on her pillow. Seth was happily asleep. Probably thinking about some adventure he was taking with Captain Oats. Summer cried silent tears.

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Sunlight streamed into the windows. The gauze curtains blew peacefully. Marissa loved these kind of days. She rolled out and dressed in a casual T-shirt and some Seven jeans. Donning her huge sunglasses to conceal her identity, she soundlessly walked out of her room.

Well not as soundlessly as she would've like with her high-heeled sandals.

"Going out for coffee, Marissa?" Seth said nonchalantly while sipping his coffee and reading business week. He was dressed in a crisp white work shirt and khakis.

"I think I might go to the local supermarket to pick up some stuff."

"Mind if I join you?" Seth asked.

"Not at all." Marissa replied. "Just as long as we get to go in your new car."

"If you must." Seth sighed. He owned the Lamborghini Company and in turn had a lime colored Lamborghini. "I get to drive."

Marissa sighed, "Fine…"

Seth sighed with relief. Marissa wasn't exactly the best driver. It was probably the most frightening thing to be in the same car as her when she was driving. Or even within a 15 mile vicinity of the car. How did she get her license? Jimmy probably bribed the instructor.

"Shall we go?" Seth offered her his arm.

Marissa like having Seth around. He was the practical best friend. With Summer, she talked about boys and clothes. With Seth, she could talk about more important topics, not that she knew anything about it. Seth just filled her in on that kind of stuff. At the end of each of their talks, she always felt a bit more enlightened with knowledge. When she got a movie offer, Seth gave her advice on the price she should ask and the estimate for box-office sales. No wonder Marissa always was in good movies.

They took the elevator to the hotel garage. They walked a bit until they reached A32 where Seth had parked one of his cars. He pushed a button on his keys and the doors slowly rose up. They both got in. Seth pushed another button, and the doors went back down.

"Buckled up?" Seth questioned.

"Sure thing."

Seth suddenly shifted the stick and car backed out with incredible speed. They zoomed out of the garage.



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Summer woke up. The clock blared 9:30. Wow, she was getting lazy. She needed to get up to go to work at managing Seth's companies' clothing line. Seth's company, basically owned everything that was high-class and only available to the rich. It made a lot of money too. She looked to her side and saw that Seth was gone. He probably went out for coffee and work.

She dressed in a work outfit and walked out. Ryan was sitting at the table with dark circles under his eyes.

Serves him right.   

Summer battled whether to talk to him about what she heard about what she heard last night. Emma and Madison were sitting eating cereal. Ethan was running around. The nanny was trying to pacify Ethan and get him to put some clothes on.

"Greta!" Summer wasn't in a good mood at all.

"Yes, Mrs. Cohen?" Greta appeared frightened to death.

"Why aren't the girls at school?"

Greta flinched. "I had to get Ethan dressed."

Summer looked at Ethan. She threw him a harsh look. Ethan just looked up with his adorable blue eyes.

Summer's harshness faded away. She bent down, "Ethan get dressed ok. I'll see you later sweetie."

Summer looked back at Greta who finished cleaning up Emma's breakfast. "Greta, just get the girls to school and take Ethan to the zoo or something. Take the Escalade. The black one, with the TVs in the back." Summer handed the keys to Greta.

Greta nodded and gathered the kids out the door.

Summer sighed. She poured herself some coffee. She noticed Marissa wasn't in the penthouse. She was probably with Seth shopping and talking about some movie offer. Summer was glad that sometimes she could have the house to herself. She didn't notice Ryan watching her.

"Tough morning?" Ryan asked, making Summer almost spill her coffee in suriprise.

"Oh, hi Ryan." Summer wondered if she should talk about last night's events. But then the mother took over in her. She got up and sat next to Ryan.

"Ryan I saw you yesterday night and I heard your conversation." Summer gently said.

Ryan was surprised. He couldn't himself believe that it was true. "I can't tell Marissa yet. You know how she is."

Summer nodded. "Just think about it Chino, it'll be all right." She smiled and walked out the door with her briefcase.

Ryan put his head in his hands.

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Seth and Marissa were in the check out line at the supermarket. They bought some groceries and such. Seth looked over at the tabloids which he always found amusing. Seth's mouth suddenly went dry. He elbowed Marissa to get his attention.

"Ow, Seth! What was that for?"

Seth pointed to the tabloid section. Marissa's mouth dropped open.

Each of them had the picture of Marissa, Ryan, and Ethan at the red carpet and after the after party. It blared, MARISSA COOPER-SECRET MOTHER AND GIRLFRIEND TO RYAN ATWOOD.

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