A/N: Okay I've been kicking this story out so fast because up until this chapter, its been really easy to write because the characters knew where they were going and had purpose. However this being the next to last chapter was difficult because I know how I want this story to end, I just couldn't figure out how to approach it and get there. So if this seems like a filler chapter, that's because it is. On another note, I am totally loving how much debate among readers this story is getting… Some people can't stand the idea of Summer and Trey, while others are into it. Oh and one other thing, for everyone who is totally ripping Summer for what's going on, please remember that Seth, (even though I may not address them in this story) has had his fair share of screw ups, and no one ever jumps his case

Chapter Twelve

"Hold on I'm getting dressed," Seth quickly pulled a shirt on over his head, and ran to answer the knock on his door. The knock got louder and more persistent, "Hold on I'm right here," he cried out as he slung the door open. As soon as his brain processed the figure in front of him, his eyes cut cold and he felt a rush of fire fly through his veins. After a slight hesitation, Seth moved to slam the door shut.

"Wait, I'm just here to talk," Trey caught the closing door with his foot.

The sound of his voice turned Seth's blood from fire to ice, and the image of him with Summer, made his head snap. Seth had never been much of a fighter, but lately his instincts had been kicking in. His fist slammed out and cracked Trey square in his left eyes.

"Okay I deserved that," Trey winced in pain and shook his head violently. "You got anymore cause I deserve those too."

"I don't know what possessed you to come here, or what exactly you want to talk about, but just fucking go before… I don't know before I get hurt." The words were practically spit like venom from his mouth.

"Look man I came to talk about Summer."

"What about her? You already won alright; she left me and went to you. She didn't go home and cry, she didn't try to stay and talk about things, she left me and went straight to you. You already won what else do you want my blessing? Well if that's what you're after, fuck you. Because you don't know a damn thing about her. I'd be surprised if you even knew her last name, you didn't sit behind her in the fifth grade and memorized every word she said. You haven't made her hopes and dreams your own. You never had to spend every ounce of courage in you just to be able to talk to her. She hasn't been the only thing you've ever wanted since you were ten years old… When she's all that to you, then come back. I'll probably punch you again but then… I might give you a blessing."

Trey held his hands up in defense, "You're right okay, about everything. But you may not believe but I didn't plan any of this. She wasn't some girl I looked at and thought, 'yeah she'd be a great lay, I'll get in that.' I've thought that about a lot of girls before, but not her. So whatever you think about me…" he paused and shook his head.

"I don't know why you came here," Seth's voice gruff and full of hurt and betrayal.

"I came to apologize, but I see now that I never should have come here," he looked out past the Cohen's pool. "Never should have come here at all." Quickly Trey turned to leave.

"You won't make her happy. You can't." Seth called out to Trey's back.

Trey stopped dead in his tracks and slowly turned his head around to look Seth directly in the eyes for the first time, "Probably not." With that he turned around and left.

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"You're dad told me you didn't want any visitors, do I just decided not to knock," Ryan said as he walked directly into the pool house to find Seth with an ice pack over his right hand.

"How do you do it?" Seth looked up from his hand to Ryan.

"Do what?"

"Dude punching people hurts, how do you do it?"

Ryan smiled at his best friend's half joke; "I get to wear gloves… Your hand looks pretty bad, left me take a look."

Seth removed his ice pack and held his hand out to Ryan, "Thanks… So are you pissed at me?"

Ryan cut his eyes up to Seth then back down to his hand, "People do stupid things when they're angry"

"You're telling me, I've never hit anyone before in my life and in the past three days, I've hit two people."

"Two?" His eyebrows raised, he knew that Seth hadn't hit Summer, but who else had he seen to hit.

"Yeah, Trey and I had a run in…"

"Well you should have punched him to begin with and not me, not your smartest move."

"Yeah I know… He wanted to talk, so I punched him, then I let him have it. Truthfully I don't even know what he wanted to talk about I was so busy giving him a piece of my thoughts, the only thing I really heard him say was that he didn't plan for all of this. And you know what Ryan, I actually believe him. I don't think anyone plans to fall for Summer, I think she just sort of happens, you know what I mean?"

"I don't think anyone plans things like this, I think the only way for them to happen, is… for them to just happen. And once they do you can't really fight them, I mean look at me and Marissa man. She happened and I fought it tooth and nail. I fought harder than ever in my life to stay away from that girl and it didn't work… But if you notice, she fought me, because she knew that sometimes even after things happen, you still gotta make them happen." Ryan put the ice pack back on Seth's hand, and looked into his eyes. "You ever hit me again…" He smiled a real smile, "It's not broken."

Seth knew Ryan was talking about something deeper than just his hand, and for the first time in days, he smiled.