Title: Spot of Hate
Summary: Post-The Third Wheel. Summer deals with rejection.
Author's Note: I think I could make a whole series of vignettes of Summer lying in her bed being angsty. Lol. Hope you guys enjoy. : )
There is a spot of hate in her heart for which she is unrepentant. A spot of hate that was planted by her mother's abandonment and nurtured by her father's neglect. The hate and anger she felt overshadowed the pain, which was exactly the way she wanted it.
Summer Roberts learned at an early age that the only person she could rely on was herself. She perfected the shallow, bitchy façade, the exterior she showed to other people. It was a lie, but it was a lie that the even more shallow people of Newport Beach readily believed. Summer lived it, until the line between who she really was and who she pretending to be became blurred and she couldn't tell the difference between the lie and the truth anymore. The lie had become her truth.
But it didn't matter, Summer didn't care. In fact, it was probably better this way. No one could ever know who she really was if Summer didn't even know herself. She wouldn't let anybody in, and she wouldn't get hurt. It was that easy.
But then it wasn't. Summer hadn't counted on anyone being able to slip past the walls she had built around herself. She hadn't counted on anyone being able to find her Achilles' heel. But one person did. Seth Cohen. He had seen through it all and had gotten to the core of the person she was trying to hide.
Summer flipped over on her bed and checked the clock. 3:30 am. She buried her face in her pillow and let out a muffled scream. It had been around 1:30 when she had gotten home from the Cohens' house. After the concert they had all hung out and played video games until Sandy came downstairs and made everyone go home.
She couldn't believe that Cohen had actually chosen Tinkerbelle over her. She couldn't believe that Tinkerbitch pushed her onto that Allan guy at the New Year's party and then turned around and went crawling straight to Cohen. And they had actually kept this from her for two weeks!
Summer stared up at her canopy and blinked back tears. She thought that Cohen was different from other guys, he had memorized her stupid mermaid poem, he was smart and sweet and funny. The exact opposite of the guys she usually went for. And Anna. She had thought that Anna was actually her friend. They had the whole sisterly solidarity thing going for them in trying to get over Cohen. The one time that Summer the bitch had actually let herself be less of a bitch, and trust people, she ended up getting stabbed in the back.
Summer angrily wiped a tear from her cheek, she'd be damned if she was going to cry over this. She wasn't hurt, she was angry. And she did one thing when she got angry, she got even. So they wanted to be friends, they wanted to hang out. Yeah, right.
Oh, she'll be their friend alright. She'll hang out with them, she'll hang out them so much they won't have a chance in hell to be alone. Let's see how long their relationship lasts then. Summer pulled her covers around her shoulders and smiled a real smile for the first time all night. Vengeance really was sweet.
