Misunderstanding
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Summary: What the hell was going through my mind? I never did it, but I said I did. Anything to save Marissa from going to jail I guess. Marissa/Trey
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Disclaimer: The OC belongs to Fox… and this is written for pleasure only, no money is being made off of it. I don't have any stupid disclaimer for this like I do for my Lost stories, because I have a funny Lost disclaimer story… xD Besides, Trey isn't evil!
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I left the Cohen's house as quickly as I got back. Marissa hadn't returned yet, and it just made things all the worse. I didn't know where I was gonna go, but I needed some place to think, where I'd be alone. I knew if Marissa would tell anyone what she thought happened, I'd be kicked out of Newport and the Cohen's lives forever.
Ryan'd hate me.
I'd never see Marissa again.
Old Trey would have won and this whole experience in Newport would have been for nothing. I didn't want that to happen. I hadn't done anything wrong except beat the shit out of Oliver so that he wouldn't hurt Marissa anymore. Why did it always seem like whenever I tried to do something helpful here it always backfired in my face?
I didn't belong in Newport. I knew that from the first time I found myself in Newport, but there was a part of me that wanted to belong, that wanted to try to fit in. That wanted to kill the old Trey and just be Trey Atwood.
I knew that the chances of that happening now were just about… none.
Sighing, I stepped on the brakes and pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store and turned the car off. I slammed my head on the steering wheel and felt the pain move from the center of my head around it. That wasn't smart.
At the moment the only thing that I really wanted to do was just go back and tell Marissa everything that happened, too bad she wouldn't believe me. I don't know why I thought that she wouldn't believe me. I just had this feeling that she wouldn't.
And at the moment that feeling was deciding what I was going to do.
Sighing, I turned the key in the ignition and the engine turned over. I stepped on the gas and continued on my journey to nowhere.
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Nowhere ended up to be pretty close to somewhere. I didn't know my way around Newport too well and just drove around until my mind had cleared. When I finally had my mind clear enough, I found myself back at the Cohen's house.
For some reason this didn't surprise me that much, but I stayed in the car. I could see Marissa's car in the drive way and I knew she was in there. I also saw Mr. Cohen's car, meaning he must have gotten back and that meant that Ryan was back too.
I couldn't do it. I backed out of the driveway and headed back to my apartment.
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Over the next week I made an attempt to talk to Marissa, but it never seemed to work. It also occurred to me that she was keeping it to herself seeing as Ryan hadn't come after me to try and kill me yet.
I spent most of the time in my apartment. I didn't think about Marissa as much as I thought I was going to. But that didn't mean that I didn't think about her. I still did. But something else was on my mind. I had a bad feeling growing throughout the past week, and it would just come and go at random times.
My eyes moved from the television to the window where the sun was shining in. I looked at the clock. Marissa would be getting out of school soon, and I wanted to talk to her. I was sick of avoiding this, especially when I did nothing about it. It was stupid.
So without a second thought I got up and walked out to the car and got in, driving to Harbor High School.
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I got there not too long before school let out and I got out of the car (which was very out of place surrounded by all the rich brat's cars). I walked onto the campus of the school and just stood at what I thought was the entrance to the parking lot. I could see Marissa's car, so I knew that she was going to have to come this way.
The bell rang and all at once the campus was filled with life. It seemed dead before, but now, I didn't know that there were that many kids in Newport. There were so many.
I tapped my foot impatiently, I needed to fix things, it was eating away at me now. But there was still a part of me that wanted to forget about everything and just get back into my car and flee back to my apartment. But that was one part of the new Trey Atwood that I didn't like. I needed to face this.
Sooner than I had hoped, Marissa came talking to Summer and her eyes met mine. She just stopped. I saw Summer say something and then she looked over at me. Gee, how uncomfortable was this.
Like a flip of a switch, Summer and Marissa turned and began walking in the other direction. This is not what I wanted to happen, so taking matters into my own hands I ran over to them.
Summer turned around and stood in between me and Marissa. "What do you want?" Summer snapped. "Just so you know, you're not gonna get away with what you did."
Since when did Summer speak for Marissa?
"I didn't do it!" I said, sounding quite annoyed.
Summer just glared at me before grabbing Marissa's arm and pulling her away. That worked out quite well. So it was obvious that Marissa had told Summer. That didn't surprise me, but too bad it was all a lie.
Feeling even more like a piece of shit, I worked my way back to my car and got in it, sitting down. I just sat there for what felt like the longest time until I finally started it and headed towards Marissa's house. If I didn't do this it was going to drive me crazy!
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I made it to the Cooper-Nichol mansion with little time to spare. I saw Summer's car parked there and was pretty sure that if Summer was there Marissa was going to be there.
I needed to set things straight, because it would only be a matter of time until the lie leaked and this life that I was trying to have would be ruined.
I turned the car off and hopped out, rushing up the large steps to try and find Marissa's room. The house was so big it wasn't even funny. The question running through my head was why anyone would even want a house that big?
I turned the corner and ran into Summer. Damn it where was Marissa?
"God, you don't stop do you?" she snapped. "Get out, okay! I don't want you here, Marissa certainly doesn't want you here, I'm surprised you had the balls to even show your face around here!"
I was a bit shocked. That was horribly blatant. "I didn't do it Summer!" I said angrily.
"Sure you didn't do it Trey, Marissa only woke up in your car with you over top of her. All signs point to you!"
I sighed. This wasn't going to work. I had to just spit the truth out even though I knew that I had promised Marissa that I wouldn't tell anyone about Oliver coming back.
"You're never going to believe me…" I sighed.
"Try me!" Summer snapped once again. She was very protective of Marissa, which could be good.
"While Seth and Ryan and Sandy were in Miami," I could see her face contort into a grimace when I mentioned Miami, but I didn't care anymore, "Marissa and I stayed in the Cohen's house. While I was there… Marissa seemed different somehow. Like something was bothering her, so I asked her what was wrong. She told me that some guy named Oliver had sent her a letter."
Summer's face showed disbelief. "But made me swear that I wouldn't tell anybody. So I didn't, but I was walking and I heard someone shout, and it sounded like Marissa, and I told her back at the Cohen's that I wouldn't let him hurt her, and neither would Ryan or Seth or anyone else. And I wasn't about to let her down on that promise. So I went to help her, okay. And it was Oliver. She was out cold and if I hadn't gotten there, he was going to rape her. So I beat the shit out of him and carried Marissa back to my car and tried to wake her up."
Summer just looked at me. That was more than I had said in a while, but it was all the truth. I looked deep into Summer's eyes and I knew that she was thinking through everything that I had just said.
"I knew you wouldn't believe me…" I sighed, turning around and beginning to leave.
Summer stopped me. "You and Ryan are too much alike. Marissa never said anything about Oliver, that must be why she's so upset. I thought it was because…" her voice faded.
"Look, I just want to make sure she's okay. She's done so much for me, you know. If it wasn't for her and the Cohen's I'd probably be back in prison, you know that."
Summer nodded.
Finally I was beginning to feel better. "Look, I know Marissa probably doesn't want to talk to me right now. But I just… don't let her get hurt, okay?"
She nodded once more. Things were beginning to get awkward and I turned to leave again. She stopped me once more. "Thanks Trey," she said.
"Yeah…" I responded. "If something happens, just… don't… don't hesitate to call, okay."
She nodded and I turned to leave, feeling a huge weight lifted from my chest.
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The next night I found myself sitting in my apartment, watching some stupid show on television. I hadn't heard from Summer or Marissa, or Ryan (which was a bit weird). But I didn't worry about it. It was a weekend in Newport, I didn't expect to be remember or anything.
Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. I didn't want to pick it up, but I really had nothing better to do.
"Yello…" I said.
"Trey," I heard someone on the other end. It was Summer and she sounded really upset.
"What is it?"
"Trey, something bad… something bad happened."
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A/n: Sorry if this is rushed, if it is please feel free to tell me. Normally I write everything like all prolonged and stuff, but this doesn't seem like the sort of story to draw out. But thanks to my reviewers, I love you guys!
KC-Chick - Oliver isn't that evil… don't answer that… As for the twists. I love twists. And it kinda sucks that I know what is going to happen. And I think this chapter spoke for itself. Marissa thought that it was Trey, because she was attacked from behind… and then blacked out… yadda yadda yadda… and yes, he is very very hot! Logan Marshall-Green, born in London, England, UK. HECK YES!
Sandy - Is it really? Too bad it is more of a love quadrilateral… diamond… square… thinger… xD…
amy - It would kinda be weird, wouldn't it?
sUmMeRiTh - Haha! I haven't written a strictly OC Fic in a long long time. I mean I went on a Lost thing, and I haven't watched a new episode of Lost since… well… the plane falling was the last episode I watched at the regular time… I can't remember why I couldn't watch the next one… and I bah… and yes, Ethan and Ollie. Antagonistic characters are my favorites.
Sparrow Swann - Me too! They drove me nuts. I was like… no not Trey! I really think that he wants to Trey and it wasn't for fricking Jess there would be Treyissa. Now we need Ollie interference… and one won't survive. MWHAHAHAHAHA!
rememberese - Maybe. I don't know. I'd like to and what happened last week was just… not right.
