Welcome to His Life
Chapter 2: Heartbreak
Summary: Seth returns home, only after desperate pleas, and demands of his parents, to a Ryan-less Newport. Will life be the same? Will Summer still want him? Or will it be exactly like it was before Ryan ever showed up…
Rating: PG-13 for language and content
Disclaimer: I unfortunately own absolutely nothing. If you did think I owned something…than you were crazy for thinking that.
A/N: Howdy ya'll! Thanks so much for the reviews! Keep them coming! Okay…so the song that inspired me isn't due for a while now because I totally ended up changing what I was going to do… that song, BTW, was Just Like You by Three Days Grace… but now it looks like that won't come in for a long while, if at all… oh well, I have a story now though! Haha…reviews are nice things…please and thank you!
Seth pushed open the doors to Harbor, immediately averting his head to the ground and hurrying to his locker. He was certainly in no mood for the normal games of the water polo jocks that consisted of "lock geek boy in a locker, bathroom, closet, or anything else we can shove him into". Yeah, their games weren't very in depth, or varying. Maybe if they had thought of something more creative, Seth would hate it less. But how many times can you be locked in a closet before you begin to get annoyed? How many times can someone pee in your shoe before you snap?
"Yo Cohen," he heard a deep voice yell as he began spinning the combination into his lock. When he didn't reply, the voice yelled again. "Yo Cohen," Seth pulled the lock off of the locker and grabbed a few books from the top, ignoring whoever was calling him. Finally, as he was just about ready to head down to the quad to relax and start reading his first novel for AP English, he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
"Didn't you hear me yelling for you, Cohen?" the chest shaving, blonde-haired, blue-eyed water polo jock asked him. "I said your name like, twenty times."
No, that was about two, Seth thought, but no one ever gave you credit for being able to count. Seth stopped, dropped his book bag and began to untie his black Converse sneakers. Taking them off, he grabbed them by the strings and shoved them into the very large jock's hands.
"Just take them, Jeff," he grumbled. "It will save me time, and help me avoid pain if I just hand them to you. So take them; I don't want them." He finished and began to walk off, in only socks.
"Cohen, hold up," Jeff called, running after him. Spinning Seth around, he tossed the shoes back into his hands. "I don't want your shoes, Cohen. I just wanted to talk, is that a problem?"
Seth stared up at his classmate in disbelief. For a moment, a split second, a part of Seth wanted to believe that Jeff actually wanted to talk to him. A part of him actually wanted to go and talk to Jeff, and try to make up for the first eleven years of hell he went through. But the rest of him said that it was all a joke; that instead of just throwing him in a closet, he was going to trick him to go into it.
"You know," he began, putting his shoes back on. "I almost believed you for a minute there," Seth finished tying his shoes and turned away. "I almost believed you."
"Wait, Seth, come back," Jeff called, grabbing Seth's shoulder again. "Seth, I am being serious. I mean, I get why you wouldn't trust me… but things have changed, man. Come on, just come and talk to us this morning. You'll see we aren't so bad."
"Why suddenly do you care?" Seth spat, spinning around. "Why after eleven damn years of hell do you suddenly want to talk to the kid you used to throw in lockers, and pee in his shoes? What ulterior motive do you possibly have now?"
"We've all done some growing up, Seth. We're seniors now and we have to act like it. We just decided that we should give everyone a chance this year, and you're one of the ones we thought deserved one," Jeff explained, placing a friendly hand on Seth shoulder.
"Oh so now I'm a charity case?" Seth fired back. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass that up. You act like it's such a privilege to talk to you. You haven't changed; you're just as cocky and egotistical as ever."
"Seth, we just want to talk! Good lord, kid! What is so hard to understand about that?" Jeff began to yell. "You really have a confidence issue, don't you?"
Seth closed his eyes…
Confidence Seth…
Anna's voice echoed in his mind.
"Fine," Seth gave in and walked off with Jeff to the quad.
There they went and sat with a bunch of other water polo jocks and cheerleaders. They all greeted Seth, and he saw one of the girls pull Jeff off into another room. He was pretty sure he knew what was going on by the way she looked and motioned for him to come with…
Shaking his head, Seth turned his attention to a short blonde girl that had just started talking to him.
"So Seth," she said, inching closer, and wrapping her arm around his head, playing with the curls. "You and Summer are broken up, right?"
Seth looked down at the ground, as the girl felt and elbow in her stomach. She turned to her right and glared at her friend, who in turn replied, "Allison, stop being so inconsiderate!"
"No, it's okay, Jennie," Seth told the tall, also blonde, sitting next to Allison. "Yeah, we just broke up last night."
"Oh I'm so sorry," she purred, wrapping her arms around him. "I don't know why or how she could break up with you. She must have been crazy."
"Uh, thanks, Allison," he said, with a confused look on his face as the girl who used to back away when he walked down the hall was now all over him.
"Let him breath, Alli," one of the guys said, pulling Seth away, then lowered his voice. "So, man, is it true? Did you and Summer…you know...?" He completed his phrase by making suggestive hand motions.
"Oh…erm… well… I don't know if I should talk about this. I mean, Summer deserves better than for me to go and talk about-"Seth started, but was cut off by the knowing glances and oooh noises made by the rest of the guys.
"Go Cohen," they all yelled, giving him high fives. Having sex with Summer wasn't the thing he wanted to be liked for. He loved Summer and certainly wouldn't treat her like this. But something inside him liked finally being able to hang out with the "in" crowd.
"Man, you are a god," one of them said. "That is one fine piece of ass there. I'd hit that any day."
Seth shook his head in disgust and was about to speak up when Allison beat him too it.
"Oh puh-lease," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "Summer Roberts is the biggest slut in this whole damn school. Any guy could get a piece of that."
The rest of the girls laughed with her, but Seth felt his blood start to boil. How could they talk about her like that? She was the most beautiful, sweetest girl he knew! The rest of the girls sitting around him were the true sluts.
"That's not true," Seth yelled, not being able to handle it any more. "I was the only guy Summer was ever with. Don't talk about her like that!"
"Chill, Seth, chill," Jake, the one who asked the question in the first place, said. "You know Allison, she's just jealous of… well everyone that's hotter than her."
Seth laughed, leaning back again. That's all it was; jealousy. Besides, he and Summer were over. Looking up, though, his eyes met with the two he had just defended, and had been thinking about all night. They were filled with sadness and hate as she stood alone at the food counter. Quickly, she turned her head away, trying to wash every feeling she had for him away.
"Seth, I'm sorry," Allison cooed, playing with the curls on the top of his head. "What do you say we get out of here? It's not like we learn anything on the first day of school anyway. Come on."
"Um…yeah… you go ahead. I'll be right out. Meet me on the steps, I'm gonna go get a drink first," he told her as he stood up, still looking over at Summer.
Allison wasn't stupid; she knew what Seth was going to do. He was going to go talk to Summer and beg for her forgiveness, and there was no way in hell that Alli was going to let that happen. So, as soon as she saw Summer look over, she grabbed Seth's head and pulled it down to meet hers in a kiss. Dumbfounded, Seth pulled away.
"Okay, see you then," Alli smiled at a silent victory, noticing the look of disgust on Summer's face. As Seth started to walk off, she yelled after him. "See you in a few!" And with that, she ran off to the door.
Seth shook his head, hoping Summer hadn't seen anything that had gone on there, and walked over to where she was standing.
"Don't you have a new girlfriend to go meet?" she said, turning with her cappuccino and walking away.
"What? Summer… wait," Seth called after her, running to catch up. "Summer, stop, we need to talk!" He called, grabbing her arm and spinning her around to face him.
"Talk about what? How the day after we break up you're off gallivanting with some slut?" she yelled, tears threatening to fall at any moment. "How you're kissing some other girl less than 24 hours later? No, Cohen, I do not want to talk." She finished and stormed off.
Seth shook his head, and turned to go back over to the couch he was sitting on earlier. Quickly, he grabbed his book bag and headed for the door.
"Come on, Alli," he said, already halfway down the steps. "Let's get out of here."
A/N: Okay…so definitely not what I was expecting to come out of this chapter…don't you just hate that? LoL… you have everything all planned out, but your plan isn't working with what's going on in your mind and your fingers? Haha… yeah… well… review! Please and thank you!