Thank you guys so much for the reviews! I loved them, I really did. So, I hope you like the way I'm headed with this, because I confused myself numerous times writing this, let me tell ya. Okay, so I shall let you guys read, and then you can review. Because I want it to beat Youth of the Nation. 216? That's gonna be a little hard....LOL....

Ryan and Seth had just met Marissa at the stairway when they heard a scream.

"That's Summer." Seth knew it. He rushed to where the scream was coming from. Ryan and Marissa followed him down the hall to Summer's locker, where a crowd had gathered. Teachers and students stared at the sobbing Summer, shaking violently. "Summer!" Seth yelled, and she looked up. Seth, with Ryan and Marissa right behind him pushed their way through the crowd to get to Summer. "Summer." Seth knelt by her. "Come on. You need to get out of here. This isn't good."

"Seth, I'm sorry." Summer cried to him.

"For what?" Seth looked down. Summer had taken off the bandage on her arm, and pulled out the stitches and opened the wound again, so it bled. "Oh Summer. Come on, let's go." Seth helped Summer up and Ryan assisted. Marissa pushed the way through the people. She led them to an empty classroom, where they sat Summer down.

"Sorry." Summer apologized.

"What are we gonna do? All those people saw! What's gonna happen?" Seth worried and paced as Marissa took tissues to stop Summer's bleeding arm.

"Seth, calm down. We're gonna get through this." Ryan reassured him.

"How? Everyone saw, They're probably calling her dad right now." Seth couldn't think straight.

"We'll sneak her out. Take her..... to my house. My mom should be gone. And Caleb is never there." Marissa suggested. "But we need to get out of here. She definitely needs something more than tissues."

"We'll have to do it. Then negotiate." Ryan offered.

"Negotiate?" Seth had lost it, he was scared.

"Come to an agreement. So she doesn't get sent away."

"Seth, I'm sorry." Summer sobbed, knowing nothing else to say. "I didn't know what to do. He was on me, and he was hurting me and I wanted to get away. That was the only way I knew to get him off." Summer was still shaking.

"Okay.... Well, we'll have to leave. Now. Come on." Seth told them. Marissa helped Summer up and they headed out. Checking that the coast was clear, they began to sneak Summer out. No teachers in the hall, so they rushed to the entrance.

"Hold it, kids." Someone from behind them said. They slowly turned around to see Neil, Dr. Kim, and two paramedics. "Where do you think you're going?" Dr. Kim asked.

"Um...." Seth didn't know how to answer.

"Come with us." The paramedics immediately grabbed Summer and everyone followed into the nurses' station. Soon enough, the paramedics took Summer away in the ambulance. They couldn't do a thing.

"Why are you taking her away?" Seth demanded.

"There is a wonderful psychiatric floor in the hospital. We feel she should stay there for a few days." Dr. Kim answered sternly.

"You can't." Marissa lightly objected.

"Kids, she tried to hurt people and herself. She's not okay." Neil explained it to them. "She needs to spend more time in the hospital. If they feel she is okay, They'll release her after a week. If the hospital feels that she needs more help, they'll take her to a mental facility. Now, I know this is hard, but it will be beast for her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go to the hospital." Neil said quickly and left.

"I believe we need to talk. Let's go to my office." Dr. Kim led them to her office. "Sit." She instructed, and Seth, Ryan and Marissa obeyed. "Now, I know you wanted to help Ms. Roberts, but this is way beyond you. She needs mental assistance, we barely let her come back after we heard what happened.

"She'll be okay!" Seth objected the dean, his mind on Summer.

"We thought that also. But Ms. Roberts proved us wrong." Dr. Kim had no emotion in her face, she didn't want to get involved in their personal lives.

"Dr. Kim, you don't know the whole story. A guy was bugging her. Give her another chance." Ryan defended Summer.

"This was her second chance. She proved to be a threat to the rest of the school, and a threat to herself." Dr. Kim told them.

"Because someone was hurting her. If you punish her, you should punish the person who was hurting her." Ryan continued to object. He didn't know where he got this courage. Dr. Kim was one person you didn't want to object. He did once, and almost lost him acceptance into the school. But this wasn't fair.

"And that would be?" But no one know. They hadn't seen what happened.

"We don't know. We weren't there. We got there after we heard Summer scream." Marissa explained to the dean.

"Anyway, Ms. Roberts needs mental help. They will evaluate her, and find out what is best for her. Now, I'd like you to go back to class." They rose and left Dr. Kim's office. They had lost.

"Well, we couldn't make it through the day." Seth commented outside the cafeteria. He leaned on the wall in exhaustion.

"Seth, that's not fair. She tried. We'll get the whole story out of her after school." Marissa told him, trying to make him feel better.

"What if we get there and she's already shipped away?" Seth was being pessimistic, how couldn't he?

"She won't be shipped away. They'll keep her for a week on the psych floor before they send her away." Ryan told him.

"Ryan's right. She'll be there when we get there. Just calm down." Marissa tried. Seth didn't answer after that, they fell into silence. Voices from the cafeteria could be heard. No one ate outside today, it was raining. Everything had happened so fast, it was all a blur. "Maybe we should go in?"

"Not really wanting the cafeteria stares. 400 people? No thank you." Seth was lost. He wanted to be with Summer, and he couldn't.

"Well, we can't really stay out here." Marissa said to him.

"Sure we can. We already are." Seth commented to her. He was on edge, upset about Summer. They didn't say another word. Marissa left to the bathroom soon after. She splashed water on her face, to calm her down. Again, life had fallen down the drain. She opened her purse. The tiny, clear bottle lie in there. She took it out, unscrewed the cap and took a sip. It burned her throat, making the pain go away. Marissa put more in her mouth, she was spinning already. The alcohol had taken over her life again, it had just been a matter of time. Ryan sensed she had been drinking again, but he said nothing.

He stood with Seth outside the cafeteria, waiting for the bell to ring. Seth slid down to the floor, and Ryan soon sat next to him.

"What are we gonna do?" Seth asked Ryan.

"Go through the rest of the day, then see Summer?" Ryan answered.

"I know that. But I mean, what if she's sent away? Like, what'll happen?" Seth was scared. If she was sent away, he wouldn't survive. The worry he had suppressed for a week came back.

"Well, if she is, she couldn't only be in there for three days. They have a trail to discuss her, maybe Sandy could be her attorney." Ryan explained his knowledge about mental facilities.

"How'd you know that?" Seth knew they never mentioned a trail.

"Saw it in a documentary." Ryan blew it off. Seth didn't ask more, he was already confused. Ryan glanced over to Seth to make sure he wasn't really wondering a whole lot about Ryan's uncanny knowledge of what might happen.

"Okay. Well, maybe we should start to our classes." Seth announced and they got up. Ryan and Seth went different ways. Marissa soon crawled out of the bathroom, long after Seth and Ryan had left. She hoped no one would smell the alcohol on her breath. She walked herself to the locker room, just about everyone had changed. She had drunken way too much. She just didn't stop. She changed and made her way out.

Ryan headed into his classroom, seeing a few of the water polo team members talking.

"So I was talking to her, damn she got thin, but she was like shaking. We were dating before the shooting, and man, she changed. So I go to kiss her, and she flips out. Like, pushed me hard. Damn, that girl has got power. So then she cuts herself. The anorexia must've gotten to her." Ryan heard one of them say. John sat on a desk, in the middle of them, his groupies underneath him.

"You did that to Summer?" Ryan asked John, horrified. He wished Seth or Marissa was with him, so they could hear.

"I didn't do anything to her." John denied Ryan's accusal.

"But you just said you were the one who hurt her." Ryan continued to accuse. He was pissed. Because if Summer was sent away, Seth would freak, maybe leave and then what would happen? The world would grow worse. Because of this asshole.

"I admit I was trying to hook up with that bony bitch, but she's the one who hurt me." John told Ryan, with a sly grin.

"You hurt her." Ryan said through gritted teeth.

"Maybe her feelings. 'Cause she did try to kill herself. No loss there. She was just skin and bones." Ryan had had it. He punched John right off the desk he was sitting on. John soon got up, aiming his fist at Ryan. He took the blow right as the teacher walked in. Ryan was about to hit John again when the teacher yelled.

"Atwood! Grant! Come here." Mr. Davis told them. John and Ryan went over to the teacher, nursing their wounds. John was limping, Ryan had bruised his arm from falling back, and they both had injured eyes. "Office. Now." Mr. Davis sent them away. It was Ryan's second trip to Dr. Kim in less than two periods.

Ryan and John walked on opposite ends of the hallway, Kirsten and Sandy would be pissed. He had kept out of trouble for so long. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe a couple days of detention. But that was then they would visit Summer. Shit.

The two entered the office and waited. And waited. Dr. Kim was on an important phone call. About ten minutes later, she welcomed them in, but not very welcome. They sat in her office, a third seat was next to Ryan. He had sat in that chair, Seth was in the one he was in now. Dr. Kim stared at Ryan for a while before looking to John.

"So, what happened? I hear there was a fight, and I would like to know more. Mr. Grant? Care to elaborate?" Dr. Kim asked.

"Well, I was talking to my friends when all of a sudden Atwood comes over and starts hassling me. Then he punches me." John made it seem as though he did nothing wrong.

"Do you agree with this, Ryan?" Dr. Kim now looked back to Ryan.

"Not entirely. See, I heard him talking about Summer Roberts and when I asked him, he admitted he was the one who was with her when she....you know..." Ryan answered, keeping his gaze on Dr. Kim.

"Is this true, Jonathan?" Dr. Kim asked, glancing over.

"Well, sorta...see, I....." John tried to get himself out of his dilemma.

"Ryan, you have one week's detention and you may go. Jonathan, stay here." Dr. Kim released Ryan and he got up. "And Ryan?" Ryan turned around. "I don't want to see you in my office again today."

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"Detention? Man, how did you get detention?" Seth asked, it was the end of the day. The three, Ryan, Seth and Marissa stood at Ryan's locker.

"Punched someone." Ryan vaguely answered, throwing a book into his locker, his black eye forming.

"Who? Who could have pissed you off that much that you punched them?" Seth was mad at Ryan. He wanted him to go see Summer.

"John Grant." Ryan didn't fell like talking, he was pissed off at himself just as much.

"He dated Summer before the shooting...." Marissa thought of the only information about John Grant that was relatively important.

"Yeah, and he was the one who did that to her earlier." Ryan shut his locker and they began to walk down the hall.

"Okay yeah, good point. I would've done the same thing. Damn, I can't believe I missed it! I could've helped one-two him..." Seth rambled.

"How'd you find out?" Marissa ignored Seth's ramblings.

"He admitted it. Said it to his friends. So I punched him and he punched me back." They walked down the rest of the hall.

"I always thought John was an idiot, just not that big of an idiot. But what are we going to do?" Marissa asked when they reached the entrance, and she turned to Seth and Ryan.

"Well, I gotta stay here. So you guys go see Summer." Ryan resolved the situation.

"How are you going to get home?" Marissa wondered. She had driven all of them.

"My skateboard. It's been here, for like two months. You can skate it home." Seth suggested enthusiastically.

"Seth, I can't skateboard." Ryan told him.

"Damn."

"Listen, guys, I'll just walk. I'm used to it. It's cool." Ryan assured them.

"You sure?" Marissa wasn't quite so convinced.

"Yeah." Ryan flashed a small smile and left Seth and Marissa. Sadly they walked outside to Marissa's car. It had finally stopped raining, puddles were everywhere. She hadn't been quite alone a lot with Seth, so it would definitely be an awkward ride.

Seth didn't say a word, staring out the window as Marissa drove. He would see Summer, but in the hospital. She had just gotten out. And Seth doubted she would leave as easy. Her father would now most definitely keep her in there.

Marissa slipped in a cd, the Sex Pistols. The out-of-place music blasted throughout the car, still neither talked. The hospital got closer, the awkwardness would soon end. It didn't really feel like Seth had just gotten out of a coma about maybe a bit over two weeks. It just felt like the whole time never happened. But Summer made it feel like it had. She brought it back.

Marissa parked the car and her and Seth went into the hospital. The nurse refused to tell them information. They would've been screwed if they hadn't found Neil Roberts walking out of the gift shop. The two had scared him a bit, but after some convincing he told them where Summer was. He headed to the cafeteria while Seth and Marissa went to the elevator.

It was strange going on the elevator with Seth, she used to go on it to see him. But now, she was with him. And they were seeing Summer.

The two got off the elevator and went to Summer's room. Marissa knocked and saw Summer sitting on the bed, remote control in hand. She flipped through channels, not noticing them.

"Hey, Sum." Marissa now said, since Summer hadn't heard the knock.

"Hey!" Summer squealed after looking over to them. She dropped the remote, her arms open wide, ready for a hug. Seth and Marissa hugged her, but not that hard. Her wrist was wrapped up again, more tape than before. She didn't look that bad, other than the usual.

"How are you feeling?" Seth asked her, as the two took seats next to Summer's bed.

"Physically? Fine. Emotionally? Miserable. I feel so bad for what I did earlier. It was just, this guy, he was saying all this stuff about me and I couldn't take it. I'm so sorry." Tears were welling up from behind her eyes.

"You sound better, if that's any consolation." Marissa offered.

"Yeah, that's because I'm stuck in here for a week so I might as well get used to it." Summer told them.

"Well, this guy, John Grant...." Marissa began.

"How did you know it was him?" Summer interrupted, bewildered.

"Well, John's a complete idiot and an ass, and he admitted it and was talking about it. Ryan heard...so he punched John. And got punched back." Marissa explained to her best friend.

"Wow." That was all Summer could say.

"So Ryan has detention all this week, but he'll visit on the weekend." Marissa knew silence would soon commence. She hated being in hospitals, especially the psych floor. They were in hospitals way too often. Who was next? Who was next to have a mental breakdown or get hurt? Marissa broke down a while ago, Seth had been shot, and now Summer was in for the second time in two weeks. Was Ryan next? No, he couldn't. Ryan was too together. He was strong enough for everything. He couldn't fall apart.

"Guys....I don't think I'm gonna be allowed back in school. I think my dad wants me shipped away. Indefinitely." Summer croaked out as silent tears rained down on her doll-like face. Neither Seth or Marissa knew how to make Summer feel better, since they knew what she said was true. Again, silence ensued. Summer's attempt had failed. Seth wasn't saying anything, he felt horrible. What if Summer was sent away? Life would suck.

As Marissa, Seth, and Summer sat in silence at the hospital, Ryan was getting released from detention. He exited the school, it would grow sark soon. He started his trek, his boot hitting the puddles, crossing the school parking lot.

Walking down the road alone made him think of the times after he gave up on the school bus and walked home. Chine had always been much darker than Newport. Ryan usually had detention until 6 o'clock. He would walk out of school, light a cigarette, and head towards hell. He was leaving hell, entering hell. The walk between them was always nice. For a bit, he was free, nothing mattered, he didn't have to worry.

Life was so much more different now. Nothing was hell. He wouldn't get hit or beat up if he was late according to his mom's boyfriend. No one would be drunk when he got home.

Darkness fell, the street lights flickered on. It felt a bit as though he was back in Chino, about 14, going home. He would walk into a silent house, Ryan's mom and her boyfriend would be passed out on the couch. Trey would be out partying, and Ryan would then go into his room and fall on his bed. He would try to turn on a light, but the electricity would be shut off. His mom forgot to pay the electricity bill. His hands would start to shake, he knew why. So he would take another drag of his cigarette. That was the only other thing that stopped the shaking. Slowly, he'd finish off his cigarette, the only other light in the room was the street light shining some light in his room. He would change, and stay up a bit more, just staring up at the ceiling, since there was nothing else to do. He'd fall asleep and sleep until morning when he'd hit awake.

Ryan came back to the present, and observed his surroundings. He had walked about three fourths of the journey to the Cohens. Every so often a car would pass him, unlike in Chino, when a million, beat up, used cars would pass him by. A couple of times the cars almost hit him, but at that point in his life, he hadn't cared. Back then, he hadn't had a damn thing to live for.

Ryan could now see the Cohens' house. Sometimes it still amazed him that he was heading there. Him and Theresa used to pretend that they had some rich uncle that would die and give them all this money, like in movies. But then they would hear Ryan's mom and her boyfriend argue, and it sadly brought them back into Chino.

"We'll get out of here someday." Theresa would tell Ryan.

"No, we won't. We're gonna be here for the rest of our lives, miserable, and working at dead end jobs." Ryan had always known his future. No one in Chino ever amounted to anything.

"Maybe some rich family will take us in and we become a part of their family." Theresa once suggested, not knowing how close she had been to the truth then.

"You have too much of an imagination." Ryan dismissed the 'crazy' idea.

Ryan laughed at his old self, with no hopes and dreams. Now look at him. He walked to the front door and opened it. Lights were on, he could hear Kirsten and Sandy talking in the kitchen. He headed into the kitchen and saw them.

"Ryan! Where were you? Seth came home and just said, 'Hospital. Detention,' and went upstairs. Care to explain?" Kirsten exclaimed.

"Do you really want to know? It could be long...." Ryan didn't feel much like explaining. He was tired. Lately, he hadn't been able to sleep.

"We have time." Sandy and Kirsten had become a lot more protective, watching over Seth just a tiny bit more than Ryan.

"Well, we were having an okay day when some guy began to hassle Summer. None of us saw it, but she kinda freaked out on herself..." Ryan put it nicely, but they knew what it meant. "So then they had to take Summer to the hospital. And I kinda found out who the guy was, and I punched him. That's why I have detention." Ryan told his tale.

"Let me guess, he also punched you back?" Sandy laughed.

"Yeah....how'd you know?" Ryan wondered.

"Like I said before, those shiners look great on ya. You can really pull that look off like no other." Sandy joked as Ryan touched his eye, wincing since it was still a little sore.

"Ryan, maybe you should go talk to Seth. He's not in a very good mood. I would go check on him, but it's probably a teenager thing." Lately Seth hadn't been the most fun to talk to when he was upset.

"Sure. See ya." Ryan left the kitchen and headed upstairs to Seth's room. Seth had only changed his room around a bit, about two posters had been switched. Seth was sitting on his bed, and it made Ryan think of the couple of times Ryan was leaving the Cohens 'for good.' "Hey."

"Hey." Seth looked up and let Ryan sit on the bed.

"So, how was Summer? Your parents said you weren't in a great mood." Ryan looked over to Seth.

"Well, she's okay. Stuck in the hospital, but okay. She'll be there for a week. So I figured I'd hook up my Playstation so I can teach her." Seth hoped she'd only be in there for a week.

"Cool, man." Ryan agreed.

"So, what? We're not gonna let him see her?" The two boys could hear Kirsten and Sandy fighting. Seth had heard them talking before, but not arguing. He could see both viewpoints: His mom was scared and a protection freak, but his dad wasn't.

"Sandy, what if something happens to her again? What if Seth flies off the deep end and runs away again? I don't want him to leave." Kirsten yelled at her husband.

"I don't want him to either. But he will if we don't let him see her." Sandy tried to reason.

"Why are you making me the bad guy? I don't wanna be the bad guy. I care about Seth. And I don't wanna be mean to him, but I'm scared. What's if she's put into a mental facility? What if he leaves and never comes back?" Kirsten hadn't wanted to argue with Sandy.

"Then I'll fight to keep her out so she doesn't leave." Sandy announced.

"She's unstable...." Kirsten argued.

"Everyone's unstable at a moment in their life. And everyone deserves a second chance. You can't deny Summer her second chance. She needs Seth."

"But...." Kirsten objected, she was losing.

"Just because a person's a little unstable doesn't mean they're not a good person." Sandy said. "You know that." He added sternly.

"Marissa didn't....." Something stopped Kirsten for a moment. "This is different."

"Not very. Give the girl a chance. You need to know the whole story. It might come out different than you think." The boys could hear Sandy walk off.

"Weird conversation, huh?" Seth commented to Ryan.

"Yeah, definitely weird. Sorry I told them all about it." Ryan apologized.

"It was gonna come out sooner or later." Seth didn't quite care.

"So, I guess I'll go." Ryan got up and left Seth's room and went downstairs. He headed to the pool house, going through the kitchen.

"Did you guys hear all that?" Kirsten asked Ryan when he got into the kitchen.

"Yeah." He answered.

"Do you think I'm in the wrong?" It looked as though Kirsten was going to cry.

"One thing you have to know Kirsten, is that she's alive because of him." Ryan sadly walked away from Kirsten.

Okay, maybe this didn't go the way you imagined, but I swear Everything Happens For A Reason!!! So don't be mad. I have like a million ideas right now, thanks to my great friend Kim. She's good at ideas, and writing. Go check her out: um....her name is like Rockin'FluteTrumpet something....but easier, her OC stories(which are good and she doesn't keep up with them very well I might add) is in SethCohenFan....Advertising moments! LOL. I'm writing as fast as I freakin' can, and I have half of next chap done....ooo, more drama, after comedy, I have to lighten the mood before bringing it down horribly...