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AN: Okay, pretend Julie Cooper, Nichol, Whatever, already knew about DJ before school started and that Ryan never knew about DJ.k?

Chapter 2

Phone Calls From A Boyfriend

She hadn't seen Marissa at school today. They had first, third, fourth, and seventh together. They didn't have lunch together this year, Summer had lunch with Zach…and Seth. That rarely went un-awkward. It was okay today, Seth had left as soon as he finished eating, which was like in five minutes. He only sat with them because Ryan and Lindsay sat there. She didn't even know why Chino and New Girl sat there, she wasn't really friends with Chino. They just had common ex-es. They did have a lot in common though: absentee parents, alcoholic friend, a knack for always trying to be the hero. Yet they never really got along. Hmm, I guess it is true, opposites attract.

Summer was lying on her back staring at the little scratch mark she had made when she was eight with her Spice Girls microphone while trying to imitate one of their dance moves. She also managed to get a nasty cut on her head that needed four stitches. She should have sued. She was startled out of her reminiscent mood by the Hokey Pokey tune of her phone.

"Hello?" She said as she answered her phone.

"Hey, babe."

"Zach, hi. What's up?" Summer turned on her cheery façade and took a deep breath.

"I was wondering what you were up to tonight?"

Oh god, she did not feeling going out tonight with him. He was… nice. But when they started making out he was a little rough, he didn't hurt her, but she could tell he was getting impatient with her. They hadn't slept together, they hadn't gone past second base. It just didn't feel right. Not to mention she always thought of Seth when they started making out. That was definetly not a good sign.

"I'm sorry Zach, I have like tons of homework tonight." She bit her lip hoping he wouldn't push it.

"What's going on with you lately? You've been so different since school started. Since Seth Cohen came back. You know, I don't like to be played, Summer. If you're using me I'd really appreciate it if you just told me!" His voice rose slightly with every word. He has a bit of a bad temper.

"No, Zach, that's not it. I've just been totally overloaded with work. The teachers are really packing it on this year." No, they aren't, I've barely had any work, but Zach doesn't need to know that.

"Oh, well, alright. I think I'll go to Holly's party then. Come if you get done early."

"Don't count on it. I'll see you tomorrow. Have fun tonight."

"I will. Have fun doing your homework." Okay, I tasted the bitterness in that.

"B-" Dial tone. "ye… Ass."

Frustrated, Summer picked up her phone and threw it against her wall knocking down a picture frame with a picture of her and Marissa that shattered in a thousand pieces, unaware of it's symbolism of a broken friendship.

She scrambled off her bed but tripped over one of her Choos and landed in the area of broken glass that looked like thousands of diamonds. She had reacted fast and threw her arms in front of her breaking her fall so that her beauty queen face wouldn't become speckled with crimson. Only her hands would.

Sitting on her floor, she stared at the beads of blood forming on her hand, enamored by how shiny it was and how un-morbid it was. It felt… good. Everything she had been thinking about had just disappeared, now all that mattered was that her hand was turning crimson. Well, that was until her thoughts were interrupted by Marissa's incessant banging on her door!

"What?!" Summer yelled, as she went to her bathroom to clean off her cuts which had just started to sting.

"Summer! I need to talk to you!!" Marissa's sobs were muffled by the door.

I do not need this right now!!! But she still dried off her aching hands and opened her door for her once best friend.

Marissa stumbled in, drunk as hell, mumbling incoherently. Something about DJ, Ryan, a bed and her mom. Summer really hoped they weren't in bed together, cause… well, ew.

"Marissa! Stop! Just stop, and speak!" You'd think she was talking to a five year old.

"My mom walked in on me and Ryan making out on my bed." Sob. "A-a-and then she, she went b-ballistic, yelling at me calling me a slut, that I was ch-cheating on DJ and then Ryan asked who DJ was and then my mom told him! And then he walked out and he won't answer his phone! S-Sum!! I don't know what to do!!?"

"God, Mariss, with what? It's your fault! You should have told Ryan about DJ and DJ about Ryan and your mother about Ryan and DJ!"

"But, no, Summer. Help me! I don't know what to do! My life is so screwed up! You're my best friend, Sum! Your supposed to help me! I would help you! You know I would!"

Summer stared in disbelief at her while she rambled on and on about the value and obligations of friendship. That was enough.

"Shut up!!" Summer yelled and Marissa whipped her head to look at her. "You are the most selfish person I have ever met! You have done shit for me, Marissa!! All you did this summer was get drunk and complain about Ryan and your new daddy dearest! I lost something too, Marissa! I lost the only guy I have ever loved! I was in pain too! But I looked after your drunk ass all summer, not to mention your whole fucking life! I'm sick of it! I can't play your fucking hero anymore! And I have no idea how Ryan does it!"

"I knew you were mean. But I never knew you were a flat out bitch! I'm selfish? Hypocrite!" Marissa tried to retaliate, but her words came out all slurred.

"Get out, Marissa." Summer's voice was cold. It startled Marissa, but she left, with a little trouble.

Summer dropped to the floor, her body wracking with tears. Her last thought before falling asleep, curled up on her bedroom floor, a mere foot away from the glass from a now shattered friendship, was I wish Seth were here.

Okay, wow, kinda nervous about this one. Hope you guys like it.