A/N This chapter was hell to write. I've started chapter eight, but any suggestions that you have, any at all would be awesome. Check the reviews for ways to contact me. Thanks a lot. By the way, this chapter contains some strong language, so if you are little, then beware. (And by the way, don't ask who wrote the song, because it was me.) =)

"What do you want?"
"I came to see if I could borrow..."
"Don't you mean steal? Just like you stole my boyfriend?" Marissa erupted.
"What do you mean? Ryan doesn't want me! He wants you!"
"Yeah, he wants me. Is that why he broke up with me? Oh, no, wait! It was because he's in love with you!" Marissa pointed her trembling finger at Kathryn.
"Wh...what?" Kathryn stammered. "He broke up with you?"
"Yeah, he did. Summer was so right about you."
"Summer? What did she say?"
"She said you were a threat."
"A threat? To what?"
"To our reputations as prettiest at Harbor. And she said that you weren't only kissing Seth Cohen, but you were probably kissing Ryan too – and she was right."
"What? How did she know about Seth?"
"She saw you, you dumb bitch," Marissa said, her voice low and menacing.
"How the hell did she see inside my house?"
"You kissed him twice? She saw you outside the Cohens'!"
"That? That was just me kissing him to say Thank You and Goodbye!"
"Uh-huh, yeah. Whatever. Screw you, Kathryn. Get the fuck out of my house."
"Oh. Okay. But before I go, you listen to me. It's not my fault that Ryan likes me, any more than it's my fault that I like him! You can't change who you are, but you can change who you're with. You need to find someone more like you," Kathryn said, her confidence growing with every word. "You need to find a guy with rich parents, a sibling, and a high rank at school. That's not Ryan. But I wish you luck in finding your guy."
Marissa was getting angrier and angrier, so as soon as Kathryn finished her little speech, she slammed the door in her face. That fucking bitch. Thinking she was so fucking special, coming from fucking New York, with her fucking red hair, and her fucking kick boxing, feeding her all this crap about need to find a guy that suited her. Miss Fucking High and Mighty. Slut.
"Ryan?" Kathryn wandered into the poolhouse.
"Kathryn?"
"Hi. I just spoke to Marissa."
"Oh," Ryan sat down. He knew what was coming next.
"You're in love with me?" okay, maybe he didn't know what was coming next.
"I...I don't know."
"Ryan. You do know. You know how you feel about everything and everyone. So tell me."
"Okay," Kathryn braced herself. "Yes."
"Yes? Oh, my God," she opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it again.
"So...I guess you don't feel the same way," he said.
"Oh Ryan," she kissed him, first of all just standing there, then running her hand up his chest, holding onto his neck so her legs didn't collapse. She pushed her hand through his hair, feeling every strand trickle through her fingers, hanging onto him with every fibre of her being. "Yes, I feel the same way. How could I not?"
Ryan smiled. Now he knew how she really felt, he could ask her out.
"So...would you like to go out sometime? With me, I mean?"
"Of course, Ryan!" she linked her fingers with his. "Where do you want to go?"
"I was thinking of this little jazz bar. We look twenty-one, don't we? Anyway, people can go up on stage, and sing and read poetry and stuff. It's cool."
"Wow, Ryan, that sounds great! I didn't know you liked jazz!" she exclaimed. Ryan hadn't known either, until Kirsten had forced him to listen to Norah Jones with her in the car, because she loved it. Ryan had kinda liked it.
"Okay, cool. When do you want to go?"
"How about now?"
"Now?" Ryan was surprised. He liked the idea. It was spontaneous.
"Why not? Come on, let's go!" she grabbed his hand and they ran to the car.
"Ryan! This is the Crab Shack!"
"After nine it's a jazz bar! Come on!" Ryan smiled, and they went inside, and sat at a table.
"Look for the girl with the broken smile,
Ask her if she wants to stay a while
And she will be loved..."
"Thank you, Luke. That was...beautiful. Do we have another volunteer? No? Okay, we'll have to pick someone. How about you, with the red hair? Hmm?"
"Okay," Kathryn touched Ryan's hand for assurance. He watched her walk up to the piano, and she sat down, the beads of her skirt falling over the edge of the stool.
"I wrote this song a couple of days ago, when...when my heart was broken. I hope you all like it." Ryan watched in awe as she played a small, jazzy riff, and then she opened her mouth, and started to describe their relationship, through a song.
Once upon a time
There was a little girl
She never had anyone
And she grew up in her crazy mixed up world
Once upon a time
She moved ashore
She moved to a place
Where no-one would hurt her anymore
But once again
She was pushed aside
Like a toy you've played with too many times
And once again
She was thrown away
Until one very fateful day
When she fell in love
Once upon a time
Our Cinderella
Her Prince Charming
Had come along to tell her
That she was too beautiful for him
That she was too...sexy
That he was betrothed
And he was sorry
But once again
She didn't understand
Why he wouldn't take her hand
And once again
She put on her smile
The one that had survived so many trials
And she cried
Our Cinderella might not have a happy ending
Our Cinderella can't carry on pretending
She doesn't want to be thrown aside
Like a toy you've played with too many times
She doesn't want to be thrown aside
But she'll always be thrown aside
She cried...
 Ryan sat in silence as the crowd ruptured into cheers and applause. Slowly he got up and walked toward the stage. He got up on it, and pulled her up to his height and embraced her.
"Cinderella, I'll never throw you aside," he whispered in her ear.
She smiled as she whispered in his ear,
"I love you, Prince Charming."
Summer picked up the kid's ball.
"Here."
"Thanks, lady!" The boy took it, and ran back over to his friends.
"Summer has a heart, Summer has a heart." Seth sang, coming up behind her.
"You didn't see anything, Cohen. Remember, rage blackouts."
"Right." He ran his fingers through his Jew-Fro.
"It's gone a little weird."
"Okay a) I can't believe you noticed and b) I have Ryan to thank for that. My hair doesn't agree with cold water. So what made you notice? Hmm?" Seth looked at her quizzically.
"I don't know," Summer spluttered. "I guess...I guess it just looked weirder than normal, and I can't believe that's possible."
Seth grinned. "Bye Summer."
"Bye, Seth."
Seth walked away, toward the sea, replaying the conversation in his head. When he got to the end, he stopped, and smiled. She had called him Seth.
"Ryan." The word escaped her lips before she could stop them. "Ryan Ryan Ryan Ryan Ryan." They spilled out of her like she was insane. She was. She was still insanely in love with him, even though he had dumped her for that slut. "Ryan Ryan." She picked up the bottle of pills. "Ryan."