The updates will not be appearing as frequently as they used to. I don't know why. But I promise that I'll make it up to you.

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Summer isn't at school today. That's too bad. I was looking forward to giving her the old Cohen charm. That's how old paps says he got Waspy.

I don't really believe him. I think mom said something about too much to drink, but I refuse to believe that too, because that would mean that they didn't get together for the sole reason of making one wonderful, wonderful child. Aka, me.

Ryan better get out of class soon. I know he's got this whole attraction to trouble and everything, but the second week of school and he's already getting called after school for "meetings" with the teacher?

Not cool.

"Hey faggot! Where's your lover?" Oh man. This day keeps getting better and better.

I have ten comebacks. I really shouldn't say them.

"Saving the talk for the pillow?"

"I'm sure you hear it every night from your friend Chip, don't you?" Dammit. Second time is always the charm. Don't know why. It just is.

They're circling around me. How cliché.

"Hey. Leave him alone." Ryan jogs up to the scene and pulls one of the muscular guys away so that he can get me.

"So, your boyfriend has to save you now?" Commence jeering and name calling.

"Don't let them bug you, Seth. It's ok."

I never thought he'd be the one telling me that.

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The next day, I get my coffee and my skateboard, deciding that I need a little fresh air.

After school, Ryan asks me if I'd like to go home with him in the Rover, but I decide the last thing he needs is another incident like yesterday, so I send him home, all by his lonesome.

I spot Marissa on the grass outside in the courtyard, and she smiles and yells at me to join her.

I do, hesitantly, and sit down next to her. I'm gonna get my pants wet. This sucks.

"Boy, would you like to play frisbee with me?" she asks. Excuse me. Boy?

"You do know my name, right?"

"Sure I do. You're..." she narrows her eyes. "Curly."

"Curly?"

"Curly Brown." She covers her mouth and giggles.

"My name's Seth Cohen."

"That's what I said!" That's very odd. "Dumbass." she adds under her breath. I glare at her, and she hands me the frisbee.

"Just stand and throw it." she says dismissively, pointing to the yard.

What the hell is going on? Is there some sort of bottomless pit over there, and when I stand over it, I fall and eventually die of starvation? From falling down the bottomless pit? Is that what this is about?

Is she trying to kill me?

I wait for her to stand up before throwing the damn thing. Believe me, it takes a while. I count, and it takes her five attempts to get up. I don't bother helping her.

"Throw it, Curly!" she screams. I do, hoping that my terrible aim doesn't upset her further.

Bam!

The frisbee whacks her on the head with a thud, and she falls down immediately.

Oh no. This cannot be good. Summer comes bounding from the cafeteria and shoves me to the ground.

"Shit. Shit shit shit." she mumbles, taking Marissa's pulse. Why is she doing that?

"Oh shit!" she yells, and a few birds fly away from the courtyard in fear.

"Is she ok? She-- uh-- asked me to throw the frisbee, and I did... I didn't mean to hurt her." I start getting up, not bothering to ask Summer for help.

"She's fine. She's just... d--" She covers her mouth before she can continue.

Dying? Dead? Decapitated? Diseased? Depressed? Damn, I'm confused.

"Here, let me help you take her home." I say, trying to get her to look at me.

"No thanks. You've done enough." she says bitterly. I detect a note of sadness in her voice, but I don't know what it's for.

"I'm really sorry, Summer. I didn't mean to hurt her or anything. Should we get a nurse--"

"No!"

"Ok. Here. Just let me take her. It's fine."

Summer starts crying, and she tries to wipe the tears away with her palms.

"I left my car at home. Holly drove me to school. Can you give me a ride?"

I spot Ryan, waiting by the Range Rover, and he waves at me and beckons me to come over.

"We can take the Rover."

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Ryan, ever the white knight, senses something wrong with unconscious Marissa.

"Why the hell is she not awake?"

"She's... drunk." says Summer. Ryan pounds at the steering wheel, and me and Summer move back in shock.

"Dude, you alright?"

"Yeah. Fine. So should we take her to her dad's place?" he asks, attempting for nonchalance. In case you're wondering or anything, he fails at his attempt. Miserably.

"Yeah."

We arrive at her house soon enough, and I help Summer get Marissa into the house.

"Dude, was it just me, or was that totally weird?" I ask, once we're back in the car.

"Totally weird."

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Yes. I know. I totally didn't bring the funny. But I wasn't really going for funny this chapter. More like underlined drama. Except not really. I just completely failed. More soon.