A/N: So, the first two chaps were more of Summer's point of view and what she's thinking. Now, I'm gonna try a little harder to get into Seth's head, though I may not be very good. Sometimes though, you just need to do stuff like that. Also, still not happy with the summary…I think I'm just gonna keep trying stuff till I like it. Yeah…yeah, that sounds good.

Caitlyn Rose, Svocfanatic, adamismin69, mikelucas1, Mrs.AdamBrody…you guys are just a few people that I have noticed review almost all of my stories and I just wanted to say thanks! I always love hearing your input!

Unspoken Arguments

Summer hadn't been around for the past three days. She hadn't called, and she had completely avoided him in school. It was like he was living the first day of senior year all over again, something he never wanted to do. Summer would come to school and pass through the morning quietly until lunch where she would ditch and just skip out completely. She'd just hop in her BMW and leave.

Seth was pissed. He had woken up the morning after the Black and White party alone, which would have been normal had he not remembered the night of mind-blowing sex he and Summer had participated in. Then she had the nerve to avoid him entirely for three days before finally showing up at his house and asking for…English notes!

Well, if he wasn't pissed before, he was now. "Excuse me?"

"The English notes. For the test on Thursday. Do you have them?"

Seth didn't even know what to say. He could not believe that she really wasn't going to acknowledge the events that had happened in Seth's very bedroom a mere four days ago. He was about to lay it all out which much screaming involved until he had a different thought.

"Yeah, I noticed you haven't been in school after lunch. Why?"

"Umm…" Tick tock. Tick tock. "I didn't feel good after 5th period Monday and Tuesday and then I had a doctors appointment today." Wow Summer Roberts, you're getting good.

"Oh, that sucks."

"Yeah, so the English notes?"

"Hold on, I'll go get them for you." So this was the game she wanted to play? Well then, he was gonna play, and he was gonna play damn good.

Summer knew she was being a bitch. But she also knew she couldn't talk to Cohen about what had happened. She had been emotional that night and she just needed someone to be there. That someone happened to be him. Having sex with him was a mistake. She hadn't meant to take it that far, she really hadn't. Things just got out of control. It felt good to be with him again. Too good.

Speaking of which, she was just a tiny bit more curious about his little trip now. He definitely did not know some of those things when he left. She mentally swore that if she ever met the slut who taught him, she'd kick her. Then she mentally kicked herself for thinking that. Besides, she didn't care what Seth did.

Anyway, Zach had called a day later to apologize. He said he was sorry that he was drunk and next time he'd listen to her when she told him to lay off. And he was what Summer needed, right? Not Seth with his curly hair and goofy smile. So she forgave Zach and they were together again. She just didn't know how to tell Seth. Another good reason to avoid him.

But now, Summer was getting seriously suspicious. Something was up. Cohen hadn't even tried to bring up the sex. At all. Like, not even when they were alone at his house. Summer couldn't figure it out and she was getting just a little nervous. Did he care that they had had sex? Didn't it mean something to him?

"The hush of early dawn, the golden glow of sun, we see promise and harmony…"

"More air sopranos!" the chorus teacher called from behind the piano. "You guys have got to get up there. Altos and baritones, you guys are down. Sopranos, take it from "in the breathtaking moments"."

Summer sat down and crossed one leg over the other. Chorus was a pointless class but she needed an elective. Plus, there was never any work so that was a plus. It was a good thing there wasn't any work because she was having a hard time concentrating. She could hardly remember the words to the songs let alone any of the material they had covered in English. Guess she was going to fail that test.

The bell finally rang and they were dismissed from chorus. Summer headed into lunch feeling just a little uneasy. She was going to stay today; the whole day. She was going to walk out onto the patio and act as if everything were normal, just like she did yesterday at his house.

"Is this seat taken?" Summer motioned to the seat next to Ryan at the table.

"That depends," he said as he glanced up at her.

"Really? On what?"

"Are you gonna want it tomorrow?" Ryan set his fork down on his tray and sat back.

"What are you talking about?" Summer was clearly confused.

"What you did to Seth was really shitty."

Oh God. "Wh…what are you talking about?" Summer asked, preparing for the biggest lecture Ryan had ever given her.

"Come on, Summer. Do I really look that stupid? Seth told me everything." Ryan paused for a minute, thinking. "You weren't even drunk."

"Look, I know how it must seem, but it's not like that."

"Then how is it?"

"I can't…explain it. It's just…you wouldn't understand." Summer didn't even understand it herself.

"That's good. You should try that one on Seth. I'm sure he'll really get it then." Ryan picked up his tray and bag and headed for the trashcan where he dumped his lunch and walked back into the building.

Summer sighed and fell into the chair. She had expected Ryan to yell at her or…something. But the way he talked just made her feel so guilty. Not that she didn't already feel guilty, cause she did. But after that conversation, the guilt just curled up like a cat in her stomach preparing for a long stay.

"Hey," Seth said, taking the seat Ryan had just vacated.

"Oh, hey," she said, taking her head out of her hands quickly. The appearance of Seth had startled her.

"You okay?" he asked, sounding a little worried.

"Oh yeah. Just tired." She scooted her chair closer to the table.

"Not eating?" Seth asked noticing her lack of lunch.

"Not hungry," she explained.

"So, what are your weekend plans?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Um…not sure. I have to work on Saturday but The Killers are playing The Bait Shop Friday so I'll probably be there. You?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll go up to The Bait Shop on Friday too."

"With Zach?" Seth's face was blank.

"Um…yeah," she said, her voice quiet. And again with the guilt.

Seth could see Summer out of the corner of his eye. She was dancing with Zach and other than it being completely nauseating, what with the way he was touching her and all, it was frustrating too. She slept with him and then just blew him off. She didn't even acknowledge it all. He knew she could be a bitch but this was a new low for her.

He couldn't have been sure, but he was almost positive that she just gave him a smug look. He literally had to clench his fist to keep himself from getting up off of his stool, walking over there, and beating the shit out of Zach. Well, trying to, at least. He knew from past experiences that he was little bit of a failure at beating people up, especially water polo players.

Anyway, Alex had been flirting with him all night. Hell, she had been flirting with him since he got this job. She was hot too. I mean, she was no Summer but, then again, no one was. He was mad as hell at Summer though, so at the next pause in their conversation, he went for it. He leaned across the bar and planted a kiss on her lips. To his satisfaction, she kissed back. He had no way of knowing, but he was sure Summer saw it. He was gonna play her game and he was gonna win too.

Summer had noticed Seth getting particularly cozy with the blonde chick behind the counter. The girl turned back to face the room and Summer realized it was Alex. The same Alex that Seth had been late to the party because he was eating with her. Summer couldn't believe he had the nerve to sleep with her and then flirt with another girl right in front of her face.

Then again, she was the one ignoring it so she couldn't really blame him, could she? She was still angry with him, even if she didn't have a legitimate reason.

So it was with these thoughts that she pulled Zach closer as they danced. She hadn't actually formally told Seth that they had gotten back together. It was just one of those things he kind of picked up on, making a comment and moving on. He hadn't even looked angry about it. Was that all he wanted? Just to screw her one more time? Why didn't he care?

"Oh no, he did not just kiss that hoebag," Summer mumbled. She tightened her grip on Zach because she knew if she didn't, there was a large possibility that she would have walked over there and slapped Seth and his hoe.

"What?" Zach glanced down at Summer, yelling over the music.

"Nothing. I wasn't talking to you."

Summer continued to dance, grinding her hips against his. Whenever she thought she saw Seth glance in their direction, she'd pull Zach in for a kiss. She continued with this pattern for a while until she watched Alex kiss him again. She and Zach were doing the same thing and it wasn't good enough. Right now, she and Seth were even. She wanted to be ahead.

"Let's go," she said, kissing Zach again and dragging him out of the club.

Summer lay staring at the ceiling; Zach was sleeping soundly next to her. She was disgusted with herself. The thoughts of Zach's hands roaming her body made her feel dirty. He wasn't anything like Seth. And the whole time they were doing it, she couldn't help but think about how wrong it felt. She had clearly won the unvoiced dispute she and Seth had been having, yet she didn't feel victorious. She just felt gross.

And then she knew she had made a big, big mistake.

She slipped quietly out the bed and found her discarded clothes. She bit back her tears as she put them on, making as little noise as possible. She was almost done, just gathering up her purse, when she heard him.

"Babe?" God, she hated when guys called her that.

"Yeah?" She tried not to show her surprise.

"Where you going?" Zach sat up and looked at her through the darkness.

"I…umm…I have to get home." She made her way to the door, hoping that he wouldn't stop her.

"Are you sure? My parents won't be home until the afternoon."

"Yeah, my dad will worry." Summer knew that was a complete lie but hoped that he wouldn't catch on. Seth would have. She knew the proper thing to do would be to lean across the bed and give him a kiss before walking out the door but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't want him to touch her. "Later." She left him with a small wave and managed to find her way down the hallway out the front door.

She was thankful that she had driven her own car to his house before Zach drove them both to the club because now, at least, she had her own ride home. She had to forcefully hold in the tears that were threatening to spill over. She was about the turn out of his driveway in the direction of her home when she had a better idea.

She parked in front of his house and sat there for a while, debating the best plan of action. Finally, she decided on her cell phone. She picked it up and held down the three until her phone blinked. Getting out of her car, she made her way up to his front door.

A groggy voice answered. "Hello?"

Summer paused, not sure if she could find her voice. At last, she forced herself to speak, knowing she needed him right then.

"Hey," she said.

"Summer?" His voice was laced with a mixture of concern and surprise. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She stopped, not sure what to say exactly. "I'm sorry to wake you up and everything cause I know it's, like, three in the morning but I needed to see you. And, I'm, like, outside your house."

"What?" Seth sounded even more surprised.

"I said, I'm outside your hou—"

Seth cut her off. "I heard what you said. I just…"

All of a sudden the front door swung open and Seth was standing there clad in pajama pants and t-shirt. His hair was mussed and there were creases from his sheets on his cheek. He must have bolted out of his bed and down the stairs in order to have gotten there so fast. Summer would have been surprised if he didn't wake his parents.

"Can we talk?" she whispered.

"Yeah, come inside." He whispered back as he guided her up to his bedroom with his hand on the small of her back. He shut the door and flipped on his lamp as Summer took a seat on his bed. She didn't know if he even wanted her anymore but, at this point, she didn't care. She was just going to tell him everything.

Seth was leaning on his desk with his hands on the desk behind him and looking at her blankly. He was obviously awaiting an explanation. Summer looked at him and, for once, couldn't read his expression.

She started in on her story. "I saw you kiss that girl tonight."

"Yeah," Seth nodded.

"And it made me really mad. Like really, really mad." She was going slow, making sure not to jump ahead. Or just postponing the inevitable.

"Mmhmm," Seth said.

"And so I wanted to get back at you for it. Only more so." Seth was still listening, still looking at her, and she still couldn't read him.

"So…"

Summer's eyes started to fill with tears. "So Zach and I…" Looking at Seth she could tell he was going to make her spell it out. "We had sex, Cohen."

Seth didn't say anything and even though he tried to hide it, Summer could see his face fall. Just knowing that she had hurt him caused her tears to silently spill over.

"But it wasn't right. And he wasn't anything like you." She tried to soothe the pain as she got up and walked closer to him. "And, it made me realize that…" This was it, "I still have feelings for you." Here she paused and looked at her hands, waiting for his response.

He took a minute to gather his thoughts. "And I still have feelings for you," he finally said.

Summer was relieved that he didn't reject her but she knew she had made a huge mistake by doing what she did with Zach. She was going to have to do some serious repenting.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

Seth opened his arms to her and she buried her face in his chest. "I'm so, so sorry," she mumbled again.

He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She leaned up just far enough to brush a kiss on his lips. Summer pulled back and crossed over to his bed where she sat down again. He sat next to her and kissed her quickly before she lay down opening her arms. Seth lay down beside her, his body right up against hers with his head on her chest. She threaded her fingers through his curls as he fingered the hem on her shirt.

"So, what now?" Seth asked, keeping his eyes downward.

Summer didn't answer for a while. She knew she was afraid she would get too attached and he would leave again. She looked away and quietly said, "Nothing now."

Seth understood. He was the only person who just got her like that. He nodded his head and she could feel it move on her stomach. Finally, he leaned up and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She kissed back just as softly before they pulled apart, Seth resting his head on her chest again.

"I love you," he said and she nodded.

She knew he couldn't see her so she said, "I know."

A few moments of silence passed before Seth said, "You know, I only kissed her to make you jealous."

"Really?" Summer said, a small smile spreading across her lips. "Well, it worked."

"Yeah, except that now I have to explain to her that I don't like her like that. And then she's going to think I'm an asshole for kissing her."

"Yeah, she probably will," Summer teased.

"Thanks, way to make me feel good."

"I know lots of ways to make you feel good," she said seductively.

"Oh good lord." Seth looked up and Summer kissed him.

"But not in the house with your parents."

"We've done it before," Seth tried to persuade her.

"I'm tired now," she said as she slid a little further down getting comfortable in his bed. "Let's just sleep."

Seth kissed her neck and lay back on her chest after shutting off the light. And for the first time since Seth had been back, Summer thought that, just maybe, things would be okay again.