Title: Prom Queen
Summary: A new guy comes to the OC from Australia and he's bound to rock the relationships. So who's going to end up his Prom date? Not for SethSummer lovers. Anna comes in a bit later. SummerNew Guy and a bit of SethAnna and the smallest portion of RyanMarissa.
Pairing: SummerTom, SethAnna, RyanMarissa
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the OC characters. I only own Tom and Tina.
Chapter 11: The Day Before
"You right for tomorrow?" Summer turned around and faced the random guy who had dared to interrupt her conversation with Tom to ask this stupid question. She saw a dread-knot haired Goth-looking guy who was well known as the best drummer in the entire school. She gave him a look and (not very) surprisingly he didn't back off like guys usually did. He just made a face at her and then returned his gaze to Tom who was sitting on the wall.
Tom nodded and said,
"Yeah man, course. Wouldn't miss it for the world." Summer practically bared her teeth at the guy and he walked off in search of his Goth band friends.
"Isn't prom on tomorrow?" Summer asked as she turned back to Tom.
"Yeah," Tom nodded, "Just something I gotta do. Don't worry, I'll be at prom. With you." Summer smiled and asked,
"So what do you have to do with a drummer?" Tom shrugged.
"Just stuff." He answered in a cryptic manner. Summer cocked her head slightly but decided to drop the subject. She wasn't getting any more juice from that particular orange. Her mind wandered to other subjects. Such as what she was going to wear. She was planning on wearing this black dress she bought a week ago and… Wait a minute… Oh no…
"What are you going to wear?" Tom smiled at Summer knowing that he was taunting her by drawing his answer out. He sat there and put on a thinking face. She rolled her eyes and said,
"Today, Chase." Tom grinned mischievously and replied,
"Well I was wondering if I could turn up in boardies and thongs..." Summer hit him in the stomach softly and he winced at the ripple effect that travelled to the other side where his wound was, on its way to healing but still, hurt.
"Okay, okay. I'm going to go pick up my suit this after noon."
"You better." Summer fixed him with a stare and her pointer finger. Tom raised his hands in surrender and said,
"I will, I will."
"Come here." Summer opened her arms and moved to Tom and wrapped them around him. She talked to him as if she'd just scolded him but wanted to take it back now.
"You know I like you lot, but if you don't have your suit by tomorrow I will gladly eat you body part by body part in front of you while you look on in terrible pain." Tom's eyes widened and Summer then broke off the hug and looked at him with a peaceful expression on her face, she wasn't getting bothered by this in the least. It was as if she threatened people daily with similar threats.
Tom just smiled, unsure. Summer smiled brightly back at him and then turned to her purse and got out a wad of papers. She handed them to him and he stared at the pile of papers sitting on his lap. He began leafing through them and discovered that they were worksheets.
"This is the work you missed when you were away." Summer said regarding the sheets. Half of them contained stuff that Tom had no idea what they were about. He looked up at her and then back down to the sheets. Then back up at her and down to the sheets.
"I'm meant to finish all of this?" Tom asked in an incredulous voice. Summer nodded and then said,
"What were you expecting? That we hadn't done any work at all? You were away for a whole two months you know." Tom sighed and replied,
"I know. I guess I'm getting what I deserve. Except that I got SHOT. You reckon they would let you off work if you get shot three times. Nah, I guess you're school's even more uptight than mine."
"Hey! My school is cool, they may be uptight but this is a preparatory school! After all, this is Harbour! We have a standard to uphold!"
"You sound like my principal from my old school. A whole 201 days you must come! Not a day less or your education will be completely ruined! But I think getting shot three times would let me slip through the cracks. Or maybe not." Tom scratched his chin in contemplation and, as this drew Summer's attention to his chin, Summer walked in closer to his chin to inspect what she suspected was…
"Stubble!" Summer shrieked. Tom stopped scratching and looked at her,
"Stubble?" Tom asked with a slight turn of his head.
"You have chin stubble!" Summer yelled at him and Tom quickly clapped his hand over his chin completely.
"Uh, no I don't." Tom said innocently.
"Nice try," Summer said, "But I saw it. You have chin stubble!" She was back to yelling.
"You can't have chin stubble at prom!" Summer yelled. Tom then got quite defensive of his chin stubble.
"Why not? I want chin stubble! Justin Timberlake gets chin stubble, why can't I have it? You know, as something to make me look rugged or something. Or fashionable." Summer shook her head and retorted,
"Long hair doesn't go with chin stubble." Tom then went quiet and said something that Summer didn't catch,
"What?" Summer asked in a less than lady-like fashion.
"I'm going to get my hair cut as well this afternoon." Summer's jaw dropped. She knew that his hair meant something to him, something that he'd grown for a long time and had taken really good care of. For him to be cutting his hair he must be really sacrificing something.
"You don't need to." Summer said. Tom shook his head and said,
"Nah, I need the past to be swept away." Summer knew he was talking about Sarah. Then, to lighten the situation Tom asked, like a little child begging for candy,
"So can I have stubble now?" Summer nodded wordlessly. It was prom but then Tom would look good if his hair was spiky and he had stubble. She couldn't argue with the fashion or how good she was picturing it to be.
Summer pulled Tom into another hug and said,
"That's so going to look like you." When they stopped Tom looked puzzled but kept his mouth shut. He didn't get Summer's logic sometimes but knew not to dispute it. He really needed to forget about the past and move on. Sarah had proved that there was going to be no looking back or the results could be fatal.
Tom then pulled Summer into a kiss and when that finished he said,
"Thankyou."
(Hm, well there we have it. The eleventh chapter of this. Only two or three chapters left in this story and the only thing I can tell you is that the next is prom. If I tell you too far ahead it'll wreck it. So let's leave you wondering and reading on. And reviewing of course!)