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Early November. Chapter Two: Something That Produces Results

What did he mean 'maybe you deserve it?' Summer Roberts thought as she turned over on her bed, sitting cross legged. Who does he think he is?

She got up off her bed and grabbed her cellphone.

"Hello?" Marissa asked when she picked up her phone.

"Coop! You know that kid with the curly hair that lives beside you?"

"Ugh, Seth Cohen?"

"Yeah, thats it!"

"Um. Yeah. Why, Sum?"

"Who is he?"

"Seth Cohen."

"Yeah, yeah but I mean like, WHO is he? Smart, dumb, atheltic..?"

"Oh, Sum! Come on! Emo geek.. Emo dork.. Emo freak.. Come on! Luke always kills him, and we always make fun of him!"

"Oh.. oh no."

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothing.. Sorry.. I.. I have to go."

Summer flipped her phone shut, threw it on her bed and searched her closet for last-years year-book.

She finally found the red and yellow book that read "Newport Panthers" on the front.

She flipped to the "grade 10" section, then to the 'Cs'

"C-o-" Summer said to herself. "C-o- C-o- C-o- C-o-w-? No. C-o-h-e- Found it!!" She found his picture, and started to read the little blurb underneath. "Seth Cohen - Clubs - Comicbook club, only member. Sailing Club, only member. Film Preservatory Club, only member. Favourite Saying - None. Best Memory - None. Favourite Fieldtrip - None."

Wow. What a loser! Summer thought to herself. She flipped the yearbook closed, and went down to the kitchen.

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Summer sat at the table with a glass of Diet Sprite, and some cherry tomatoes. Camillia walked in while one of her favourite songs was playing.

"Do you really think that Diet will make any difference, Summer?"

"Whatever Camillia."

"What, not going to make any snarky comebacks?"

"What are you, 6? You started it."

"That was so lame. Too stupid to think of a real comeback?"

"Mhmm. Whatever."

"This isn't how real mothers should behave, is it, Summer? Oops, maybe I shouldn't ask you. Seeing as you've never had one, have you?"

"Fuck you!" Summer screamed, slapping Camillia on the cheek.

Summer ran out the door, grabbing her purse on the way out.

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Summer ran all the way to Marissas house. No lights were on, and it was dark now. No cars were in the driveway, either but Summer decided she had to try her luck. She jogged up the stairs, tears streaking her face. She rang the doorbell twice but no answer. All she heard was Sammy (A/N: I cant remember if Sammy is what the Coopers dogs name was, but Im guessing.) barking. Summer sighed and trudged back down the steps and sat on the curb. She put her head in her hands and started to cry. She really didn't want to feel sorry for herself, but Cammy had crossed the line. Seths words were ringing in her head: "Maybe you deserve it". Did she deserve what Camillia had said to her?

Next thing Summer knew, she heard skateboard-wheels against the road and Seth Cohen was at her side.

"Whats wrong, Roberts?"

Summer looked up at him. Her mascara as streaked down her face, her hair was messy and her lips were on a full-on pout.

"Woah.." Seth wispered.

"Yeah, Woah! Leave me alone, Seth!" She hissed.

"Sorry, sorry just seeing if you were okay, but you sound normal to me." God she looks hot. He couldn't help but think.

Sobs overtook Summers fragile body and she started to shake.

"Summer are you sure nothings wrong?"

She shook her head and he sat down with her. "Whats wrong?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Come on, Summer. Lets go inside."

She nodded and sniffled again, as he ran his hands up and down her shivering bare arms.

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