I stood up next to Anna, looking like a deer caught in headlights... I
imagine. Anna stepped away from me, establishing that she didn't want
anything to do with me.
"Summer... he-"Anna began.
"I know..." Summer cut in, "I saw everything..." Summer was rather calm and that made me uneasy.
"Summer... I-"I began but wasn't as lucky as Anna.
"Save it, Seth! I don't want to hear it." She said with her arms folded across her chest. She called me Seth. She never called me Seth.
"I should go... I'm sorry, Summer. I never meant for any of this to happen." Anna whispered but the whole house was so quiet you could hear Captain Oats standing on my nightstand upstairs.
"I'll come with you..." Summer said, nodding her head. She didn't take her eyes off me.
I watched Anna walk past Summer, open the door, and wait for her.
I then tried to plead my hopeless case again.
"Summer... I'm sorry, please." I said so softly, like a little boy. Was that my voice? I could feel my eyes burning. What have I done?
"Seth, it's over. You're just a... a... big fat loser!" She said loudly, and stormed out of the house with Anna. They didn't even bother shutting the door. To anyone else it just sounded like a childish insult, but to me it was much more. I just stood there for a few minutes, piecing together what had just happened. My fists tightened, and I backhanded the lamp next to me, and slightly jumped when its glass broke. Did I do that? I couldn't just let her go. I bolted out the door, and ran like a mad man down the street. I'm sure the Range Rover would have been faster but at the time I wasn't thinking very clearly.
"SUMMER!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!" I started screaming as my legs pumped recklessly. I screamed her name louder but she couldn't hear me or see me and I'm sure if she did, she wouldn't stop.
I ran faster down the middle of the street. Even if I wanted to stop, I probably couldn't. After another fifth of a mile I figured it was fruitless, and I was completely out of breath at that point. Like I said before it was nearly impossible to stop and I just ended up tripping over my right ankle, and hitting the pavement in the process.
"Fuck..." I mumbled, and rolled over onto my back. I then realized I was still in the street, and I tossed the idea of not even moving around in my head. I did, however, eventually sit up, and winced when I put the slightest pressure on my left hand. It felt like it was nearly broken, but I didn't really care. I stood up from the ground, and slowly made my way back home.
I could only imagine how I looked to people on the street. This scrawny banged up Jewish kid, walking rickety down the sidewalk, looking like I had just been robbed, and possibly violated.
When I finally arrived I saw that Marissa's car was parked in our driveway.
"Oh, great." I moaned, and made my way to the door, that was still open. I could hear Ryan yelling my name fearfully throughout the house, and I wondered what his problem was.
"Summer... he-"Anna began.
"I know..." Summer cut in, "I saw everything..." Summer was rather calm and that made me uneasy.
"Summer... I-"I began but wasn't as lucky as Anna.
"Save it, Seth! I don't want to hear it." She said with her arms folded across her chest. She called me Seth. She never called me Seth.
"I should go... I'm sorry, Summer. I never meant for any of this to happen." Anna whispered but the whole house was so quiet you could hear Captain Oats standing on my nightstand upstairs.
"I'll come with you..." Summer said, nodding her head. She didn't take her eyes off me.
I watched Anna walk past Summer, open the door, and wait for her.
I then tried to plead my hopeless case again.
"Summer... I'm sorry, please." I said so softly, like a little boy. Was that my voice? I could feel my eyes burning. What have I done?
"Seth, it's over. You're just a... a... big fat loser!" She said loudly, and stormed out of the house with Anna. They didn't even bother shutting the door. To anyone else it just sounded like a childish insult, but to me it was much more. I just stood there for a few minutes, piecing together what had just happened. My fists tightened, and I backhanded the lamp next to me, and slightly jumped when its glass broke. Did I do that? I couldn't just let her go. I bolted out the door, and ran like a mad man down the street. I'm sure the Range Rover would have been faster but at the time I wasn't thinking very clearly.
"SUMMER!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!" I started screaming as my legs pumped recklessly. I screamed her name louder but she couldn't hear me or see me and I'm sure if she did, she wouldn't stop.
I ran faster down the middle of the street. Even if I wanted to stop, I probably couldn't. After another fifth of a mile I figured it was fruitless, and I was completely out of breath at that point. Like I said before it was nearly impossible to stop and I just ended up tripping over my right ankle, and hitting the pavement in the process.
"Fuck..." I mumbled, and rolled over onto my back. I then realized I was still in the street, and I tossed the idea of not even moving around in my head. I did, however, eventually sit up, and winced when I put the slightest pressure on my left hand. It felt like it was nearly broken, but I didn't really care. I stood up from the ground, and slowly made my way back home.
I could only imagine how I looked to people on the street. This scrawny banged up Jewish kid, walking rickety down the sidewalk, looking like I had just been robbed, and possibly violated.
When I finally arrived I saw that Marissa's car was parked in our driveway.
"Oh, great." I moaned, and made my way to the door, that was still open. I could hear Ryan yelling my name fearfully throughout the house, and I wondered what his problem was.